Part 4
He slept with a lady. He slept with a lady. Elizabeth kept thinking over and over. It was improper for a man or a lady to sleep with someone that you haven't married. Unless- she is a – Elizabeth heard footsteps up head, knowing they were Sir Riley Finn's. But she wanted to hide. Buffy turned around and walked down another corridor. Not that she didn't enjoy Riley's company, she did. She had to admit he was quite nice, but he was quite clingy. And he always talked about the future. She had a feeling that perfect blonde wife of his was her. And really she didn't want to become a Finn. Elizabeth Anne Finn. No, Elizabeth Anne O'Connor.
Even after what he had done she just couldn't help but feel happy. He gave her a feeling she had never had before. And she was scared to admit, but... She never really believed in love at first sight, but now... God, she loved Liam and she only met him a night ago.
She found herself in a room she had never been in before. Looking around she opened the lights and sat on the bed. Something about this room made her happy. Safe and content. She lay down and a familiar scent which filled her lungs as she feel asleep.
***
Liam opened the door with a bang and put his head against the door. In love, Liam Angelus O'Connor, the drunken nobody that slept with whores. God this girl he knew for less that twenty four hours really got to him. He heard a rustle from the bed and looked at it. There slept a blonde beauty scrounged up like a baby. But it wasn't any blonde; it was his blonde, Elizabeth. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes. She got up and looked around. Her eyes landed on him.
"Liam," she said quietly. "I better go. I mean excuse me. I was drowsy..."
She stopped when he pulled her towards him. He had no idea what he was doing just that he needed her close to him.
"I think you should stay here and we should talk," he said pulling her closer.
"Ok- Okay. So uh what do you want to talk about?" She said in a barely eligible voice.
"Anything," he said looking her straight in the eye.
"Okay, how about how you slept with a whore." She said angrily, suddenly all the old feelings coming back. She tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her. He pulled her onto him while sitting on the bed.
"I was young. I didn't want to wait. To follow the rules. I won't lie to you, Elizabeth and say I won't say haven't slept around with other women, but with you... This is a different feeling for me. But I think I love you," he said, once again looking her straight in the eye.
Her eyes watered up, "But we have only met a day ago."
He didn't know why she was looking for excuse; all he knew was that he loved her. And he knew it was improper to be blunt like that but he couldn't help it. He loved her and he wasn't going to keep it hidden inside of him. Nobody was going to take that love he felt for her away.
"I don't care how long I have known you. But you have taught me something. Love, Elizabeth, can happen to all of us. Even the pathetic, drunken men," he said, pulling her even closer to him then before.
"I lo-love you too," Elizabeth said in tears, "I did not understand what I was feeling. But I do. So much,"
"Me too, Elizabeth, more than life itself. Love you, so much. God, so much," he said hugging her.
He pulled away and looked her directly her eye and brushed his lips against hers. He was very glad when she responded. He could tell this was a first for her, to kiss a man. But he didn't care. In the back of his mind she was the best kisser alive.
He slides his tongue slowly into her mouth, giving her enough time to retreat. But she didn't. She welcomed it. He felt like when he was kissing her that that he was on top of the world.
It felt like they could kiss forever. But air was a necessary so he could see her face again. He pulled away reluctantly and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed and she had a lazy, but happy smile playing against her lips. Liam smiled to himself. She is so beautiful when she is happy, he thought. She slowly looked into his eyes and his smile widened. He had never smiled that big in his life before.
"Oh..." she whispered.
He chuckled slightly at her confusion, "That was wonderful," he whispered, feeling the shivers go up and down his back. He looked back into her face and kissed her forehead lightly. "Walk with me, please..." he begged lightly.
She only nodded, and stood up. He took her hand in his and walked there way towards the garden. They walked silently. They reached a nice bench in the middle of nowhere.
"Sit with me," he pleaded. She sat on the bench a few good feet away from Liam. "Why are you scared of me?" he asked in a quite voice. Maybe she was having second thoughts... Maybe she really doesn't love me... Maybe I was too forthcoming with kissing her and not being married.
"Not scared. Just surprised." She said.
Surprised? Is that a good or bad thing?
"Uh. Okay," he said unsurely.
At her answer and his reply he moved a bit away from her. He huffed slightly. Why did everything he wants to go right, goes wrong? He thought. He let out a sigh. So what should he do? He stared thinking of ways to win her back when...
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS KISSING ME!!!!!! Liam kept thinking over and over in his head. When he got over his shock, he leaned down so he kissed her more accurately so she was on lying on her back. They stayed that way for approximately three hours. Or what Liam thought was three hours. When Liam finally let go he looked down at her. She smiled slightly.
"That was nice. Was it nice?" She asked quickly.
"Very," he said.
"Its dark out," she said as she laid her head on his chest.
"That's funny. When he we came out it was light."
They lay that way for a while, just enjoying the company of each other.
"I have something for you," he said quietly, taking out a pouch. Her eyes widened. He opened it and took out a ring. "This is an Irish wedding ring and engagement band. The things on it have a symbol. The crown represents loyalty, the wings represents friendship, and the heart... I think you may know. Wearing it with the heart pointing towards you, it means you belong to somebody."
He toke her ring and pointed it to her right hand. He looked up at her asking for permission to put the silver Claddagh ring on with the heart facing towards her. She nodded her head slightly and he softly slipped the ring on her. He looked at her smiling, glittering face and hugged her tightly. She toke the other ring from him and toke his big, beautiful, hands and slipped it on his hand, with the heart facing towards him. Like he would have it any other way, he thought. She let out a sob of delight and he wiped the tears from her face and kissed her lightly.
"We should go inside. I do not want you to get a cold. Out in the darkness at this sort of weather. It is not healthy," he said in a somewhat business manner.
She looked at him and was surprised at his voice, "Really?" She said in a slight sing song voice. He nodded and it was like he knew what was coming. "Well you're not going to tell me what to do. Even if it is very wrong of me to do so, I am not exactly your normal lady. Mr.- Suddenly- Business- Man-."
After her sudden speech she got of his lap and at the lacking of weight he whimpered, "Where are you going?" he asked like a little boy who lost his present.
"I am bit chilly," she replied with a grin.
Liam groaned. My God this woman is annoying. But he loved her. That he did. He got up as he saw her retreating form leave the garden area. He ran towards her and picked her up. She yelled and he just laughed.
"Liam Angelus O'Connor. Put me down this instant!" She yelled, but couldn't help the happiness in her voice.
"Nope."
He walked into the house holding her. Half the servants starred at them. All thinking the exact same thing. What is happing? It is so improper of them to do that. But Liam really didn't care less about what they thought.
He cared her all the way towards her guest room and plopped her on her bed.
"Sleep, my love. I'll see you in the morning," he whispered at her sleep eyes.
He kissed her forehead gently. Oh, everything would end up right. Eventually. Even if it toke forever.
He slept with a lady. He slept with a lady. Elizabeth kept thinking over and over. It was improper for a man or a lady to sleep with someone that you haven't married. Unless- she is a – Elizabeth heard footsteps up head, knowing they were Sir Riley Finn's. But she wanted to hide. Buffy turned around and walked down another corridor. Not that she didn't enjoy Riley's company, she did. She had to admit he was quite nice, but he was quite clingy. And he always talked about the future. She had a feeling that perfect blonde wife of his was her. And really she didn't want to become a Finn. Elizabeth Anne Finn. No, Elizabeth Anne O'Connor.
Even after what he had done she just couldn't help but feel happy. He gave her a feeling she had never had before. And she was scared to admit, but... She never really believed in love at first sight, but now... God, she loved Liam and she only met him a night ago.
She found herself in a room she had never been in before. Looking around she opened the lights and sat on the bed. Something about this room made her happy. Safe and content. She lay down and a familiar scent which filled her lungs as she feel asleep.
***
Liam opened the door with a bang and put his head against the door. In love, Liam Angelus O'Connor, the drunken nobody that slept with whores. God this girl he knew for less that twenty four hours really got to him. He heard a rustle from the bed and looked at it. There slept a blonde beauty scrounged up like a baby. But it wasn't any blonde; it was his blonde, Elizabeth. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes. She got up and looked around. Her eyes landed on him.
"Liam," she said quietly. "I better go. I mean excuse me. I was drowsy..."
She stopped when he pulled her towards him. He had no idea what he was doing just that he needed her close to him.
"I think you should stay here and we should talk," he said pulling her closer.
"Ok- Okay. So uh what do you want to talk about?" She said in a barely eligible voice.
"Anything," he said looking her straight in the eye.
"Okay, how about how you slept with a whore." She said angrily, suddenly all the old feelings coming back. She tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her. He pulled her onto him while sitting on the bed.
"I was young. I didn't want to wait. To follow the rules. I won't lie to you, Elizabeth and say I won't say haven't slept around with other women, but with you... This is a different feeling for me. But I think I love you," he said, once again looking her straight in the eye.
Her eyes watered up, "But we have only met a day ago."
He didn't know why she was looking for excuse; all he knew was that he loved her. And he knew it was improper to be blunt like that but he couldn't help it. He loved her and he wasn't going to keep it hidden inside of him. Nobody was going to take that love he felt for her away.
"I don't care how long I have known you. But you have taught me something. Love, Elizabeth, can happen to all of us. Even the pathetic, drunken men," he said, pulling her even closer to him then before.
"I lo-love you too," Elizabeth said in tears, "I did not understand what I was feeling. But I do. So much,"
"Me too, Elizabeth, more than life itself. Love you, so much. God, so much," he said hugging her.
He pulled away and looked her directly her eye and brushed his lips against hers. He was very glad when she responded. He could tell this was a first for her, to kiss a man. But he didn't care. In the back of his mind she was the best kisser alive.
He slides his tongue slowly into her mouth, giving her enough time to retreat. But she didn't. She welcomed it. He felt like when he was kissing her that that he was on top of the world.
It felt like they could kiss forever. But air was a necessary so he could see her face again. He pulled away reluctantly and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed and she had a lazy, but happy smile playing against her lips. Liam smiled to himself. She is so beautiful when she is happy, he thought. She slowly looked into his eyes and his smile widened. He had never smiled that big in his life before.
"Oh..." she whispered.
He chuckled slightly at her confusion, "That was wonderful," he whispered, feeling the shivers go up and down his back. He looked back into her face and kissed her forehead lightly. "Walk with me, please..." he begged lightly.
She only nodded, and stood up. He took her hand in his and walked there way towards the garden. They walked silently. They reached a nice bench in the middle of nowhere.
"Sit with me," he pleaded. She sat on the bench a few good feet away from Liam. "Why are you scared of me?" he asked in a quite voice. Maybe she was having second thoughts... Maybe she really doesn't love me... Maybe I was too forthcoming with kissing her and not being married.
"Not scared. Just surprised." She said.
Surprised? Is that a good or bad thing?
"Uh. Okay," he said unsurely.
At her answer and his reply he moved a bit away from her. He huffed slightly. Why did everything he wants to go right, goes wrong? He thought. He let out a sigh. So what should he do? He stared thinking of ways to win her back when...
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! SHE IS KISSING ME!!!!!! Liam kept thinking over and over in his head. When he got over his shock, he leaned down so he kissed her more accurately so she was on lying on her back. They stayed that way for approximately three hours. Or what Liam thought was three hours. When Liam finally let go he looked down at her. She smiled slightly.
"That was nice. Was it nice?" She asked quickly.
"Very," he said.
"Its dark out," she said as she laid her head on his chest.
"That's funny. When he we came out it was light."
They lay that way for a while, just enjoying the company of each other.
"I have something for you," he said quietly, taking out a pouch. Her eyes widened. He opened it and took out a ring. "This is an Irish wedding ring and engagement band. The things on it have a symbol. The crown represents loyalty, the wings represents friendship, and the heart... I think you may know. Wearing it with the heart pointing towards you, it means you belong to somebody."
He toke her ring and pointed it to her right hand. He looked up at her asking for permission to put the silver Claddagh ring on with the heart facing towards her. She nodded her head slightly and he softly slipped the ring on her. He looked at her smiling, glittering face and hugged her tightly. She toke the other ring from him and toke his big, beautiful, hands and slipped it on his hand, with the heart facing towards him. Like he would have it any other way, he thought. She let out a sob of delight and he wiped the tears from her face and kissed her lightly.
"We should go inside. I do not want you to get a cold. Out in the darkness at this sort of weather. It is not healthy," he said in a somewhat business manner.
She looked at him and was surprised at his voice, "Really?" She said in a slight sing song voice. He nodded and it was like he knew what was coming. "Well you're not going to tell me what to do. Even if it is very wrong of me to do so, I am not exactly your normal lady. Mr.- Suddenly- Business- Man-."
After her sudden speech she got of his lap and at the lacking of weight he whimpered, "Where are you going?" he asked like a little boy who lost his present.
"I am bit chilly," she replied with a grin.
Liam groaned. My God this woman is annoying. But he loved her. That he did. He got up as he saw her retreating form leave the garden area. He ran towards her and picked her up. She yelled and he just laughed.
"Liam Angelus O'Connor. Put me down this instant!" She yelled, but couldn't help the happiness in her voice.
"Nope."
He walked into the house holding her. Half the servants starred at them. All thinking the exact same thing. What is happing? It is so improper of them to do that. But Liam really didn't care less about what they thought.
He cared her all the way towards her guest room and plopped her on her bed.
"Sleep, my love. I'll see you in the morning," he whispered at her sleep eyes.
He kissed her forehead gently. Oh, everything would end up right. Eventually. Even if it toke forever.