Chapter 7
Phoebe took back her hand, distractedly looking around. They were somewhere at the countryside. Wide grassland, full of flowers, was right in front of them. They didn't see neither any house, neither any human whom they could ask where are they. The main problem was that it was already dusking around, and that made them think that they aren't in America anymore.
She hawed to let her voice sound normal. "Where are we?"
Cole tried to keep his look away from her, or he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep himself cool.
"No idea," his voice was husky.
Phoebe nodded. She started to doubt if it was a good idea for her to work together with Cole. She remembered everything Amistad told her and she understand that they all were in the grave danger, but she didn't even know what would she has to do.
(Should I speak with him? What can I say? "Hey, sorry we vanquished you"? I took this decision too fast. I can't even believe that he's really alive…)
"What are we gonna do? Wait for the sign?" she asked.
Cole shrugged his shoulders.
Phoebe sighed and deeply inhaled. "Cole, I…" she rapidly fell silent.
"Phoebe?" Cole finally turned and looked at her. "What did you want to say?"
(Say that you love me, that you need me. Say that you have forgiven me everything. Say that you will give us one more chance.)
Phoebe hesitated. "I… Cole, I'm sorry. You didn't leave any other chances for me and my sisters. We had to vanquish you."
"I know," Cole quietly said.
"You were evil again," Phoebe continued. "You put me and my sisters in danger. We had to stop you. It couldn't continue like that… And you have to understand that the thing we're doing right now is just a work. We don't want to see you ever again, when we'll return home."
I'm sorry, Cole, so sorry. I still love you, but I can't let it happen. Everything will be over after this mission, and that's that.
Cole sighed. "It's okay. I understand."
(No, I don't understand, Phoebe! You love me, I know it! Why are you trying to convince yourself and me that everything is over?)
Suddenly Phoebe looked down and noticed a small envelope in the grass.
"Look!" she picked it up and opened. There was a note inside and she loudly read it:
"Your way will through the flowers go
Where blowballs showy always blow."
"A sign," Cole deduced. "Alright, let's go in."
Phoebe agreed and they went straight to the grassland of flowers.
~ ~ ~
They went the whole hour, speaking only a little and about important things. Phoebe was worried, because it became darker and darker, and she didn't want to spend the whole night outside in the unknown country.
Phoebe felt really preferential, when the grassland finally ended and they noticed a small house some meters forward.
"Can we ask for a place where to spend a night?" Phoebe asked. "At least, in the barn of hay. I don't think I'd be able to go all the night. I feel tired."
"Of course," Cole agreed. "You need get some sleep, considering that you didn't sleep well last night…" he was ready to bite his tongue, but he couldn't get these words back.
Phoebe frowned. "What?"
"No, nothing," Cole quickly said. "Never mind. Let's go to this house."
The door was opened by and old woman. She seemed very surprised to see two young persons in good clothes standing in the dark.
"Hello," Cole greeted. "Excuse me, we're tourists that travels around. I think we got lost. Could you tell me where are we?"
"Sure," the woman smiled. She seemed kind and helpful. "About 400 kilometers away from Edinburgh."
"Edinburgh?" Phoebe repeated. Oh, my God, we're in England! She confused looked at Cole, but he seemed as surprised.
"Thank you," Cole gave the woman a short smile. "See, it's already dark outside and we've no idea what we could do right now. Couldn't you be so kind and let us to pass the night somewhere here?"
The woman hesitated. "Well, you look natty. I mean, sometimes there walks around really bad people. Please, come in, I'll give you a dinner."
While they were eating, the woman introduced with her.
"My name's Mary Green," she said. "I've lived here all my life and I must admit, that here doesn't ever happen something special. That's why I'm always glad to meet people. Living here is quite boring, you know, my husband works in the forest the whole day, children are adult and live somewhere in cities… I've always liked living at the countryside, but it's also boring. When I was young, living here was very romantic… By the way, are you a married couple?"
Phoebe and Cole looked at each other abashedly.
"Well… yes," she replied, looking down and blenching of Cole's look.
Mary Green didn't notice their abashment.
"That's good," she said. "I don't like dissolute people in my house. Of course, I already saw that you're natty, as I said, very nice persons. Would you agree to pass the night in the barn of hay? We've no more empty rooms in this house."
"That's alright," Cole agreed, and Phoebe nodded.
"Very nice," Mary smiled at them. "I'll bring you some blankets. I don't think you'd like to feel how sharp is the hay."
When Mary leaded them to the barn, Phoebe admitted that it looks very nice. Some lanterns elucidate the whole barn with a poor light; blankets were thick enough for sleeping soft, and she'd felt really pleased if not this absurd situation. It was so hard for her to take Cole's attendance…
"So, I'll call you for the breakfast in the morning," Mary smiled. "Sleep well," then she left.
Cole took two blankets and went to the reverse side of the barn.
"I think you'll feel more comfortable if I'm further," he paused and said to Phoebe.
(Damn, how long are we gonna act? Why are you playing this stupid game, Phoebe? I know, you love me, why can't you recognize it?)
She speechlessly nodded. "Alright."
(I can't take it anymore! I can't continue this stupid acting! Oh, my God, I love him so much; I just can't take his attendance!)
Sparks flied between them, and the tension became even more observable.
"Goodnight," Cole whispered and turned around to go.
(Why are you doing this, Phoebe? We both know the truth. Recognize it, damn, recognize it!)
"Goodnight," Phoebe replied.
Don't let him go! Her mind was screaming. Stop him! Why are you so spiteful, so stupid? Why can't you tell him your real feelings? Why are you hurting yourself? How long are you going to keep torturing yourself?
"Cole!" a short call escaped between her lips.
Cole froze and turned back.
Suddenly she absolutely got out of control. She ran to him, pressed against his strong body and kissed him passionately. He didn't even seem surprised. He grabbed her in his arms and answered to her kiss so fast like if he had expected it. His tongue was deep in her mouth; he kissed her hard, with wild, heated, apprehended passion. Delitescent feelings threaded out in an ungovernable lust.
Phoebe answered to Cole's kiss like a crazy. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she carped to him, being afraid that something could take her away from him.
Cole's tongue slipped deeper in her mouth, now already softer. He grabbed Phoebe's hips and pressed her more closer to his body. She let out a soft moan, feeling how much Cole wants her. Her tongue caressed his, and he felt his blood beginning to boil. Her mouth… God, how wonderful was her mouth. He dipped his tongue in her mouth again and again, his lips rubbed against hers, he tasted her deeply and softly, but he couldn't get enough of her.
When Cole stopped, Phoebe breathed as heavily as he did. Cole kept holding her in his arms; he touched and caressed her lips, while her hot, quick breath burned his fingers.
"Oh, my God, Cole…" Phoebe moaned. "We shouldn't…"
"No, no, don't, please," Cole whispered in a husky voice.
Phoebe caressed his cheek, her fingers slipped over his lips and she kissed him again. While they were kissing, Cole's hands slipped all over her body, so well known, so tempting…
"You're driving me crazy," he whispered in her ear. Their lips connected again, and he picked her up in his hands. Phoebe wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the shakedown, made of blankets in the hay...
~ ~ ~
"God, Cole, it was…" she whispered, trying to get her breath back.
"I know, baby," he silenced her with a kiss, pulling the blankets over both of them and continuing to cover her body with trails of kisses.
"Cole?"
"Mmhm?" it was so good to hold her in his arms, kiss and touch again. It seemed like a dream, and Cole didn't want this dream ever to end. It was her real place - here, in his arms, together with him. No matter their love was forbidden or allowed, they were meant to be together and they couldn't live without each other.
"It was wonderful," Phoebe whispered, answering his kisses. It was so fantastic to be near him again that she didn't want to think about everything else now. "Hold me, Cole."
Cole drew her even closer to him, holding her tight, and she was about to fall asleep. Then he remembered how tired she must be.
"I'm sorry, baby," he gently whispered in her ear.
"For what?" Phoebe softly asked and opened her eyes, filled with love and care.
"I was too impatient," he caressed her cheek.
"No, you weren't," she giggled. "If you was more patient, you'd drive crazy both of us!"
Cole smiled, when she closed her eyes again, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms, pressing her body against his, fully trusting him.
"I love you, Cole," she whispered before falling asleep.
And Cole felt that now he knows what the heaven is.
Phoebe took back her hand, distractedly looking around. They were somewhere at the countryside. Wide grassland, full of flowers, was right in front of them. They didn't see neither any house, neither any human whom they could ask where are they. The main problem was that it was already dusking around, and that made them think that they aren't in America anymore.
She hawed to let her voice sound normal. "Where are we?"
Cole tried to keep his look away from her, or he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep himself cool.
"No idea," his voice was husky.
Phoebe nodded. She started to doubt if it was a good idea for her to work together with Cole. She remembered everything Amistad told her and she understand that they all were in the grave danger, but she didn't even know what would she has to do.
(Should I speak with him? What can I say? "Hey, sorry we vanquished you"? I took this decision too fast. I can't even believe that he's really alive…)
"What are we gonna do? Wait for the sign?" she asked.
Cole shrugged his shoulders.
Phoebe sighed and deeply inhaled. "Cole, I…" she rapidly fell silent.
"Phoebe?" Cole finally turned and looked at her. "What did you want to say?"
(Say that you love me, that you need me. Say that you have forgiven me everything. Say that you will give us one more chance.)
Phoebe hesitated. "I… Cole, I'm sorry. You didn't leave any other chances for me and my sisters. We had to vanquish you."
"I know," Cole quietly said.
"You were evil again," Phoebe continued. "You put me and my sisters in danger. We had to stop you. It couldn't continue like that… And you have to understand that the thing we're doing right now is just a work. We don't want to see you ever again, when we'll return home."
I'm sorry, Cole, so sorry. I still love you, but I can't let it happen. Everything will be over after this mission, and that's that.
Cole sighed. "It's okay. I understand."
(No, I don't understand, Phoebe! You love me, I know it! Why are you trying to convince yourself and me that everything is over?)
Suddenly Phoebe looked down and noticed a small envelope in the grass.
"Look!" she picked it up and opened. There was a note inside and she loudly read it:
"Your way will through the flowers go
Where blowballs showy always blow."
"A sign," Cole deduced. "Alright, let's go in."
Phoebe agreed and they went straight to the grassland of flowers.
~ ~ ~
They went the whole hour, speaking only a little and about important things. Phoebe was worried, because it became darker and darker, and she didn't want to spend the whole night outside in the unknown country.
Phoebe felt really preferential, when the grassland finally ended and they noticed a small house some meters forward.
"Can we ask for a place where to spend a night?" Phoebe asked. "At least, in the barn of hay. I don't think I'd be able to go all the night. I feel tired."
"Of course," Cole agreed. "You need get some sleep, considering that you didn't sleep well last night…" he was ready to bite his tongue, but he couldn't get these words back.
Phoebe frowned. "What?"
"No, nothing," Cole quickly said. "Never mind. Let's go to this house."
The door was opened by and old woman. She seemed very surprised to see two young persons in good clothes standing in the dark.
"Hello," Cole greeted. "Excuse me, we're tourists that travels around. I think we got lost. Could you tell me where are we?"
"Sure," the woman smiled. She seemed kind and helpful. "About 400 kilometers away from Edinburgh."
"Edinburgh?" Phoebe repeated. Oh, my God, we're in England! She confused looked at Cole, but he seemed as surprised.
"Thank you," Cole gave the woman a short smile. "See, it's already dark outside and we've no idea what we could do right now. Couldn't you be so kind and let us to pass the night somewhere here?"
The woman hesitated. "Well, you look natty. I mean, sometimes there walks around really bad people. Please, come in, I'll give you a dinner."
While they were eating, the woman introduced with her.
"My name's Mary Green," she said. "I've lived here all my life and I must admit, that here doesn't ever happen something special. That's why I'm always glad to meet people. Living here is quite boring, you know, my husband works in the forest the whole day, children are adult and live somewhere in cities… I've always liked living at the countryside, but it's also boring. When I was young, living here was very romantic… By the way, are you a married couple?"
Phoebe and Cole looked at each other abashedly.
"Well… yes," she replied, looking down and blenching of Cole's look.
Mary Green didn't notice their abashment.
"That's good," she said. "I don't like dissolute people in my house. Of course, I already saw that you're natty, as I said, very nice persons. Would you agree to pass the night in the barn of hay? We've no more empty rooms in this house."
"That's alright," Cole agreed, and Phoebe nodded.
"Very nice," Mary smiled at them. "I'll bring you some blankets. I don't think you'd like to feel how sharp is the hay."
When Mary leaded them to the barn, Phoebe admitted that it looks very nice. Some lanterns elucidate the whole barn with a poor light; blankets were thick enough for sleeping soft, and she'd felt really pleased if not this absurd situation. It was so hard for her to take Cole's attendance…
"So, I'll call you for the breakfast in the morning," Mary smiled. "Sleep well," then she left.
Cole took two blankets and went to the reverse side of the barn.
"I think you'll feel more comfortable if I'm further," he paused and said to Phoebe.
(Damn, how long are we gonna act? Why are you playing this stupid game, Phoebe? I know, you love me, why can't you recognize it?)
She speechlessly nodded. "Alright."
(I can't take it anymore! I can't continue this stupid acting! Oh, my God, I love him so much; I just can't take his attendance!)
Sparks flied between them, and the tension became even more observable.
"Goodnight," Cole whispered and turned around to go.
(Why are you doing this, Phoebe? We both know the truth. Recognize it, damn, recognize it!)
"Goodnight," Phoebe replied.
Don't let him go! Her mind was screaming. Stop him! Why are you so spiteful, so stupid? Why can't you tell him your real feelings? Why are you hurting yourself? How long are you going to keep torturing yourself?
"Cole!" a short call escaped between her lips.
Cole froze and turned back.
Suddenly she absolutely got out of control. She ran to him, pressed against his strong body and kissed him passionately. He didn't even seem surprised. He grabbed her in his arms and answered to her kiss so fast like if he had expected it. His tongue was deep in her mouth; he kissed her hard, with wild, heated, apprehended passion. Delitescent feelings threaded out in an ungovernable lust.
Phoebe answered to Cole's kiss like a crazy. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and she carped to him, being afraid that something could take her away from him.
Cole's tongue slipped deeper in her mouth, now already softer. He grabbed Phoebe's hips and pressed her more closer to his body. She let out a soft moan, feeling how much Cole wants her. Her tongue caressed his, and he felt his blood beginning to boil. Her mouth… God, how wonderful was her mouth. He dipped his tongue in her mouth again and again, his lips rubbed against hers, he tasted her deeply and softly, but he couldn't get enough of her.
When Cole stopped, Phoebe breathed as heavily as he did. Cole kept holding her in his arms; he touched and caressed her lips, while her hot, quick breath burned his fingers.
"Oh, my God, Cole…" Phoebe moaned. "We shouldn't…"
"No, no, don't, please," Cole whispered in a husky voice.
Phoebe caressed his cheek, her fingers slipped over his lips and she kissed him again. While they were kissing, Cole's hands slipped all over her body, so well known, so tempting…
"You're driving me crazy," he whispered in her ear. Their lips connected again, and he picked her up in his hands. Phoebe wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the shakedown, made of blankets in the hay...
~ ~ ~
"God, Cole, it was…" she whispered, trying to get her breath back.
"I know, baby," he silenced her with a kiss, pulling the blankets over both of them and continuing to cover her body with trails of kisses.
"Cole?"
"Mmhm?" it was so good to hold her in his arms, kiss and touch again. It seemed like a dream, and Cole didn't want this dream ever to end. It was her real place - here, in his arms, together with him. No matter their love was forbidden or allowed, they were meant to be together and they couldn't live without each other.
"It was wonderful," Phoebe whispered, answering his kisses. It was so fantastic to be near him again that she didn't want to think about everything else now. "Hold me, Cole."
Cole drew her even closer to him, holding her tight, and she was about to fall asleep. Then he remembered how tired she must be.
"I'm sorry, baby," he gently whispered in her ear.
"For what?" Phoebe softly asked and opened her eyes, filled with love and care.
"I was too impatient," he caressed her cheek.
"No, you weren't," she giggled. "If you was more patient, you'd drive crazy both of us!"
Cole smiled, when she closed her eyes again, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms, pressing her body against his, fully trusting him.
"I love you, Cole," she whispered before falling asleep.
And Cole felt that now he knows what the heaven is.