WARNING: It's going to get a little sexual in this chapter...for those young children or people who aren't supposed to be reading stuff like that...COVER THINE VIRGIN EYES! Lol...Everyone else enjoy! ^_^
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Dorothy was exhausted...so much so that she fell asleep during the brief ride home. Roger drove in silence, trying to make sense of things. Could Dorothy really hear voices? All the dead bodies moved...it was amazing! Roger would have been scared if not for the fact that he was in awe.
Dorothy had seemed determined to drown out whatever they were saying. What could they possibly say to her to make her react like that? It was a mystery he had to solve.
Roger carried Dorothy from the car seat and into the house. When he reached her bedroom door, he struggled to open it, stirring her from her sleep. Dorothy's eyes opened to look directly into his.
"Stay with me." she said quietly.
Without response, Roger moved into the room and placed her gently on the bed. He removed his jacket and sat next to her. Dorothy took his hand and kissed it gently, then pressed it to her cheek. Roger noticed the smoothness of her skin, and suddenly longed for more of it.
Roger took her cheeks softly into his hands and kissed her passionately, pouring his heart and soul into her. She was frightened at first by his intensity, but calmed as she kissed him back. How they had longed for this kind of intimacy, but now that it had finally come to them, they both (Roger especially and uncharacteristically) found themselves scared...terrified...
Roger pulled back to look into her eyes. He pulled Dorothy into an embrace as they sat on the bed in silence. He laid gentle kisses on her neck, Dorothy's mind was suddenly clouded with desire. Roger once again pulled away and looked at her. There she sat, her hair a little messy, a fire in her eyes.
He didn't want to hurt her and wasn't sure if this kind of thing would hurt her. Roger decided then that he had to be sure she was ready.
"Dorothy," he said between breaths. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Without hesitation, Dorothy said,
"I've never been more sure of anything."
They disrobed one another, and gasped as naked flesh met naked flesh. A sudden sharp pain ran through Dorothy, and she shut her eyes so hard that tears began to fall. Roger thought he should pull away, but she didn't allow him. She smiled and said,
"Don't leave. This feels so right!"
And so they made love, unaware that the world below them was crumbling.
...They slept wrapped in each other's embrace. Silence filled every void. On they slept through the night. A hand reached to her lips...a stranger's hand...
...Roger awoke the next morning to find that he was alone. The balcony door was open...he figured Dorothy was just getting some air. Roger thought back to their beautiful night together. He'd never made love to any woman with such passion before.
'I've never made love to a woman,' he thought with a smile. 'That I'm in love with.'
Roger was broken from his bliss when he saw that the glass in the balcony door was broken. He ran out to find Dorothy sitting on the railing, but now that he could look beyond her, his eyes widened.
Paradigm city had finally met its end. The city lay shrouded by thick smoke, rubble everywhere. People could be heard from underneath the fallen homes, calling out for help.
There he stood, Roger Smith...speechless...unclear as to what happened. The body of Beck surrounded by a puddle of blood lay on the balcony floor. Dorothy turned when she heard Roger behind her.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, trying to stay calm.
Dorothy stood to look in his eyes, tears prickling at her own.
"I did all I could Roger. I promise!"
"Dorothy focus! What happened?"
"Our world is ended. The evil is roaming the land." Dorothy gestured to the fallen homes. "We must dig them out."
Roger followed Dorothy toward the bedroom, not taking his eyes off of her. Something had changed. It wasn't until he nearly tripped over the body on the ground that he remembered about Beck. Why was he dead? How did he die? Only the woman he loved had the answers.
"Dorothy," he said with as much composure as he could muster. "How did Beck die?"
"I was supposed to die with the city. I wouldn't let him take me."
"What does that mean?"
She turned to face him. Dorothy's features turned from fear to love. She fell into his arms.
"It's very simple." she said quietly. "I can speak what the dead cannot. I've been enlightened."
"Gordon Rosewater is dead, isn't he?"
"Yes, which is why he had to give us they keys. But they know we have them now, and we have to protect them."
"So Beck was sent to get them back from us?"
Norman walked in with a ripped shirt and a bleeding arm.
"Norman, you're bleeding! Roger, get me a bandage, will you?"
"I'm all right Dorothy. I was helping the police clear some of the rubble." the old butler replied.
"How in God's name did the mansion stay standing?" Roger thought out loud.
"The two of you weren't meant to die, just me." Dorothy said softly.
She bandaged Norman's arm. Roger put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Dorothy was surprised, she'd never seen him casually dressed...ever...but things were different. Now there were lives to save. Roger did the hero thing very well.
"You should wait here Dorothy, you could get hurt." Roger said, Norman nodded in agreement.
"No Roger, I want to help you. I owe them this."
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TADA! Hehehehhehe...what do you think? I'm having so much fun with this! Sorry the updates take so long, but things are crazy here. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and leave tons of reviews! I love getting the feedback. Thanks!
~*Tori*~
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Dorothy was exhausted...so much so that she fell asleep during the brief ride home. Roger drove in silence, trying to make sense of things. Could Dorothy really hear voices? All the dead bodies moved...it was amazing! Roger would have been scared if not for the fact that he was in awe.
Dorothy had seemed determined to drown out whatever they were saying. What could they possibly say to her to make her react like that? It was a mystery he had to solve.
Roger carried Dorothy from the car seat and into the house. When he reached her bedroom door, he struggled to open it, stirring her from her sleep. Dorothy's eyes opened to look directly into his.
"Stay with me." she said quietly.
Without response, Roger moved into the room and placed her gently on the bed. He removed his jacket and sat next to her. Dorothy took his hand and kissed it gently, then pressed it to her cheek. Roger noticed the smoothness of her skin, and suddenly longed for more of it.
Roger took her cheeks softly into his hands and kissed her passionately, pouring his heart and soul into her. She was frightened at first by his intensity, but calmed as she kissed him back. How they had longed for this kind of intimacy, but now that it had finally come to them, they both (Roger especially and uncharacteristically) found themselves scared...terrified...
Roger pulled back to look into her eyes. He pulled Dorothy into an embrace as they sat on the bed in silence. He laid gentle kisses on her neck, Dorothy's mind was suddenly clouded with desire. Roger once again pulled away and looked at her. There she sat, her hair a little messy, a fire in her eyes.
He didn't want to hurt her and wasn't sure if this kind of thing would hurt her. Roger decided then that he had to be sure she was ready.
"Dorothy," he said between breaths. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"
Without hesitation, Dorothy said,
"I've never been more sure of anything."
They disrobed one another, and gasped as naked flesh met naked flesh. A sudden sharp pain ran through Dorothy, and she shut her eyes so hard that tears began to fall. Roger thought he should pull away, but she didn't allow him. She smiled and said,
"Don't leave. This feels so right!"
And so they made love, unaware that the world below them was crumbling.
...They slept wrapped in each other's embrace. Silence filled every void. On they slept through the night. A hand reached to her lips...a stranger's hand...
...Roger awoke the next morning to find that he was alone. The balcony door was open...he figured Dorothy was just getting some air. Roger thought back to their beautiful night together. He'd never made love to any woman with such passion before.
'I've never made love to a woman,' he thought with a smile. 'That I'm in love with.'
Roger was broken from his bliss when he saw that the glass in the balcony door was broken. He ran out to find Dorothy sitting on the railing, but now that he could look beyond her, his eyes widened.
Paradigm city had finally met its end. The city lay shrouded by thick smoke, rubble everywhere. People could be heard from underneath the fallen homes, calling out for help.
There he stood, Roger Smith...speechless...unclear as to what happened. The body of Beck surrounded by a puddle of blood lay on the balcony floor. Dorothy turned when she heard Roger behind her.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, trying to stay calm.
Dorothy stood to look in his eyes, tears prickling at her own.
"I did all I could Roger. I promise!"
"Dorothy focus! What happened?"
"Our world is ended. The evil is roaming the land." Dorothy gestured to the fallen homes. "We must dig them out."
Roger followed Dorothy toward the bedroom, not taking his eyes off of her. Something had changed. It wasn't until he nearly tripped over the body on the ground that he remembered about Beck. Why was he dead? How did he die? Only the woman he loved had the answers.
"Dorothy," he said with as much composure as he could muster. "How did Beck die?"
"I was supposed to die with the city. I wouldn't let him take me."
"What does that mean?"
She turned to face him. Dorothy's features turned from fear to love. She fell into his arms.
"It's very simple." she said quietly. "I can speak what the dead cannot. I've been enlightened."
"Gordon Rosewater is dead, isn't he?"
"Yes, which is why he had to give us they keys. But they know we have them now, and we have to protect them."
"So Beck was sent to get them back from us?"
Norman walked in with a ripped shirt and a bleeding arm.
"Norman, you're bleeding! Roger, get me a bandage, will you?"
"I'm all right Dorothy. I was helping the police clear some of the rubble." the old butler replied.
"How in God's name did the mansion stay standing?" Roger thought out loud.
"The two of you weren't meant to die, just me." Dorothy said softly.
She bandaged Norman's arm. Roger put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Dorothy was surprised, she'd never seen him casually dressed...ever...but things were different. Now there were lives to save. Roger did the hero thing very well.
"You should wait here Dorothy, you could get hurt." Roger said, Norman nodded in agreement.
"No Roger, I want to help you. I owe them this."
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TADA! Hehehehhehe...what do you think? I'm having so much fun with this! Sorry the updates take so long, but things are crazy here. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and leave tons of reviews! I love getting the feedback. Thanks!
~*Tori*~