Chapter 4
Together Forever. Then Again, Maybe Not.
And I still own Diddly-squat.
Note: I actually wasn't going to write another chapter, but I got a request for one, so I wrote it.
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Slowly, Rick woke. Light poured in the window, sending streaks across Evelyn's angelic form spooned against him. She stirred in his arms, a feeling that swelled his heart with joy.
He didn't have to dream about this anymore.
He couldn't believe that this would be their second full day of marriage. Yesterday, they hadn't left the room, and rarely the bed.
He watched her sleep for a while, and then could not resist anymore. He kissed her bare shoulders and back softly, waking her up slowly and sweetly. Her eyes opened, and she smiled, twisting to look him in the eye.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Good morning."
He kissed her soft lips, and then pulled away to smile at her. "This feels good." She snuggled closer to him, placing her hands on his well-muscled chest.
"It feels wonderful," she agreed. She looked up into his clear blue eyes, and he lowered his lips to hers once more.
"Love you," he said against her mouth, not wanting to stop kissing her.
She disappointed him by pulling away. "I love you too."
He took the opportunity to ask her a playful question. "Did you LOVE yesterday?"
She giggled and blushed. "Yes. I don't think I've ever had so much fun."
"Me neither." There was a comfortable silence for a few moments.
"Evelyn O'Connell," Evelyn said, testing the sound of her new name. "I think that has a nice ring to it."
"Me too," he responded happily.
"Together forever," she whispered. "Mr. O'Connell."
"Mrs. O'Connell," he whispered back, leaning down to kiss her. . .
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A few hours later, Evelyn opened her eyes. Feeling the need to use the bathroom, she slipped out from under Rick's arm. He mumbled softly and stirred, so she picked up a pillow and slid it under his arm where her body had recently resided, and he relaxed once more. Glancing around, she grabbed Rick's shirt and threw it on, for comfort's sake.
She padded into the bathroom quietly and emerged a few minutes later. Rick was still asleep, so she smiled and got back into bed, picking up Rick's arm and laying it across her as she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.
By the time either of them woke, it was nearly noon. The Egyptian sun had made the day hot, and a dry breeze made the curtains near the open window flutter.
Rick lay watching his sleeping wife. He noticed she had put on his shirt sometime while he was asleep. It was a nice shirt, but he had to admit it looked a lot better on her than it did on him.
Hell, she'd look good if she were wearing a dirty potato sack.
She'd only buttoned a few of the shirt's buttons, and the sight of her chest just above her breasts made his spine tingle.
He pushed the shirt out of his way, and kissed her chest softly. He felt her stir, and looked into her face. Her eyes opened, and her chocolate eyes smiled at him.
Without thinking he indicated to the shirt she wore. "This," he said, "is very sexy."
She chuckled. "I'm glad you approve."
"I think that's it's official you're my wife now." She looked at him questioningly. "It has to be when you start wearing my clothes."
They both laughed and Rick dropped a kiss on her lips.
A few minutes later, Evelyn pulled away reluctantly from Rick. "So," she asked. "What do you want to do today?"
Rick grinned at her.
"BESIDE that."
Rick shrugged and kissed her again. She kissed back for a moment before pulling away.
"Really, Rick. What do you want to do?"
He sighed, frustrated. "I don't know. Whatever you want to do."
She thought a minute. "I want to go to the market."
He smiled. "All right. But only if I can look at knives for a little while."
"If you must." She sighed for effect. "Now get off me."
He kissed her quickly and rolled off her. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair. "I must look a mess," she giggled.
"Only if mess means absolutely stunning," Rick responded.
"Oh, you," she said playfully, slapping him on the shoulder lightly. She rolled out of bed and grabbed some of her clothes from her suitcase. "I'll be back soon. Get dressed."
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied with a grin and a mock salute.
She laughed and disappeared into the bathroom. He soon heard the sound of water running.
He sat for a minute, thinking about his new life. Then he smiled, got out of bed, and started looking for some pants.
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A few minutes later, Rick stood ready to face the day. Evelyn was still in the bathroom, so he started making the disheveled bed, happily remembering his wedding night.
He heard a sound and turned around, expecting to see Evelyn step out of the bathroom.
That's not what he saw.
Behind him stood a tall, dark man holding a gun. "Hello," said the man.
"What do you want?" asked Rick as his mind raced.
"Come with me."
"Why should I?"
"Because if you don't, I will kill you. And your wife."
Rick nodded. "Fine."
The dark man pushed Rick ahead of him, and they left the room behind.
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Evelyn emerged from the bathroom.
"Rick, who were-"
But the room was empty. Rick was gone.
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An annoying sound penetrated Jonathon's sleep. He tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away.
It didn't.
He put his head under his pillow, but the noise still came through. He sighed and decided that it wasn't going to leave.
"Jonathon! Jonathon, open up."
It took him a moment, but eventually his booze-soaked brain told him that it was Evelyn at the door. Rolling out of his bed, he stumbled to the door, rubbing his eyes. He answered it, and the sight of his sister woke him immediately.
Her hair was messy, and her eyes were all red. She had been crying.
"Evy?"
She burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.
He set her on the bed, and closed the door. After sitting down next to her, he asked, "What happened?"
This brought a fresh wave of tears.
"Evelyn, just calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened. Where's Rick?"
"H- h-he's g-gone," she managed through her tears.
"He's WHAT?"
"Gone." New tears sprang up. Jonathon pulled his sister into a hug.
"It's ok, old mum. It'll be alright."
She pushed away after a minute. "It's not alright. I married him, Jonathon. I slept with him. He used me, and then left me. He lied to me. He seemed so happy, but all he wanted was sex."
Jonathon couldn't think of anything to say. He couldn't believe it. He was so sure that Rick had loved her. He had been so sure.
"I won't stand for this."
"Um. . ."
"He can't just leave me."
"Evy. . ."
"I'll kill him."
"Well, that might-"
"I can, too. He left all his guns right there on the dresser. I swear I'll shoot him with his own-"
A light went on in Jonathon's head. "Wait, he left his guns?" Something wasn't right with this picture.
"Jonathon, you're missing the point."
"No, when has Rick ever gone anywhere without his guns? I mean, the only reason he didn't have them at the wedding was because you put your foot down."
"What does that-"
"He would not have left without those guns unless he was forced too."
"He was forced. . .?"
"I think he was kidnapped."
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Together Forever. Then Again, Maybe Not.
And I still own Diddly-squat.
Note: I actually wasn't going to write another chapter, but I got a request for one, so I wrote it.
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Slowly, Rick woke. Light poured in the window, sending streaks across Evelyn's angelic form spooned against him. She stirred in his arms, a feeling that swelled his heart with joy.
He didn't have to dream about this anymore.
He couldn't believe that this would be their second full day of marriage. Yesterday, they hadn't left the room, and rarely the bed.
He watched her sleep for a while, and then could not resist anymore. He kissed her bare shoulders and back softly, waking her up slowly and sweetly. Her eyes opened, and she smiled, twisting to look him in the eye.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Good morning."
He kissed her soft lips, and then pulled away to smile at her. "This feels good." She snuggled closer to him, placing her hands on his well-muscled chest.
"It feels wonderful," she agreed. She looked up into his clear blue eyes, and he lowered his lips to hers once more.
"Love you," he said against her mouth, not wanting to stop kissing her.
She disappointed him by pulling away. "I love you too."
He took the opportunity to ask her a playful question. "Did you LOVE yesterday?"
She giggled and blushed. "Yes. I don't think I've ever had so much fun."
"Me neither." There was a comfortable silence for a few moments.
"Evelyn O'Connell," Evelyn said, testing the sound of her new name. "I think that has a nice ring to it."
"Me too," he responded happily.
"Together forever," she whispered. "Mr. O'Connell."
"Mrs. O'Connell," he whispered back, leaning down to kiss her. . .
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A few hours later, Evelyn opened her eyes. Feeling the need to use the bathroom, she slipped out from under Rick's arm. He mumbled softly and stirred, so she picked up a pillow and slid it under his arm where her body had recently resided, and he relaxed once more. Glancing around, she grabbed Rick's shirt and threw it on, for comfort's sake.
She padded into the bathroom quietly and emerged a few minutes later. Rick was still asleep, so she smiled and got back into bed, picking up Rick's arm and laying it across her as she drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.
By the time either of them woke, it was nearly noon. The Egyptian sun had made the day hot, and a dry breeze made the curtains near the open window flutter.
Rick lay watching his sleeping wife. He noticed she had put on his shirt sometime while he was asleep. It was a nice shirt, but he had to admit it looked a lot better on her than it did on him.
Hell, she'd look good if she were wearing a dirty potato sack.
She'd only buttoned a few of the shirt's buttons, and the sight of her chest just above her breasts made his spine tingle.
He pushed the shirt out of his way, and kissed her chest softly. He felt her stir, and looked into her face. Her eyes opened, and her chocolate eyes smiled at him.
Without thinking he indicated to the shirt she wore. "This," he said, "is very sexy."
She chuckled. "I'm glad you approve."
"I think that's it's official you're my wife now." She looked at him questioningly. "It has to be when you start wearing my clothes."
They both laughed and Rick dropped a kiss on her lips.
A few minutes later, Evelyn pulled away reluctantly from Rick. "So," she asked. "What do you want to do today?"
Rick grinned at her.
"BESIDE that."
Rick shrugged and kissed her again. She kissed back for a moment before pulling away.
"Really, Rick. What do you want to do?"
He sighed, frustrated. "I don't know. Whatever you want to do."
She thought a minute. "I want to go to the market."
He smiled. "All right. But only if I can look at knives for a little while."
"If you must." She sighed for effect. "Now get off me."
He kissed her quickly and rolled off her. She sat up and ran a hand through her hair. "I must look a mess," she giggled.
"Only if mess means absolutely stunning," Rick responded.
"Oh, you," she said playfully, slapping him on the shoulder lightly. She rolled out of bed and grabbed some of her clothes from her suitcase. "I'll be back soon. Get dressed."
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied with a grin and a mock salute.
She laughed and disappeared into the bathroom. He soon heard the sound of water running.
He sat for a minute, thinking about his new life. Then he smiled, got out of bed, and started looking for some pants.
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A few minutes later, Rick stood ready to face the day. Evelyn was still in the bathroom, so he started making the disheveled bed, happily remembering his wedding night.
He heard a sound and turned around, expecting to see Evelyn step out of the bathroom.
That's not what he saw.
Behind him stood a tall, dark man holding a gun. "Hello," said the man.
"What do you want?" asked Rick as his mind raced.
"Come with me."
"Why should I?"
"Because if you don't, I will kill you. And your wife."
Rick nodded. "Fine."
The dark man pushed Rick ahead of him, and they left the room behind.
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Evelyn emerged from the bathroom.
"Rick, who were-"
But the room was empty. Rick was gone.
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An annoying sound penetrated Jonathon's sleep. He tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away.
It didn't.
He put his head under his pillow, but the noise still came through. He sighed and decided that it wasn't going to leave.
"Jonathon! Jonathon, open up."
It took him a moment, but eventually his booze-soaked brain told him that it was Evelyn at the door. Rolling out of his bed, he stumbled to the door, rubbing his eyes. He answered it, and the sight of his sister woke him immediately.
Her hair was messy, and her eyes were all red. She had been crying.
"Evy?"
She burst into tears and threw herself into his arms.
He set her on the bed, and closed the door. After sitting down next to her, he asked, "What happened?"
This brought a fresh wave of tears.
"Evelyn, just calm down. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened. Where's Rick?"
"H- h-he's g-gone," she managed through her tears.
"He's WHAT?"
"Gone." New tears sprang up. Jonathon pulled his sister into a hug.
"It's ok, old mum. It'll be alright."
She pushed away after a minute. "It's not alright. I married him, Jonathon. I slept with him. He used me, and then left me. He lied to me. He seemed so happy, but all he wanted was sex."
Jonathon couldn't think of anything to say. He couldn't believe it. He was so sure that Rick had loved her. He had been so sure.
"I won't stand for this."
"Um. . ."
"He can't just leave me."
"Evy. . ."
"I'll kill him."
"Well, that might-"
"I can, too. He left all his guns right there on the dresser. I swear I'll shoot him with his own-"
A light went on in Jonathon's head. "Wait, he left his guns?" Something wasn't right with this picture.
"Jonathon, you're missing the point."
"No, when has Rick ever gone anywhere without his guns? I mean, the only reason he didn't have them at the wedding was because you put your foot down."
"What does that-"
"He would not have left without those guns unless he was forced too."
"He was forced. . .?"
"I think he was kidnapped."
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