Being Defined.
RMSOblue:Now what kind of mystery would this be, if I answered that question!? So, with that I'm sorry but the identity of Patrick's killer will be for me to know and for everyone to keep on reading to find out.However, I would advise you to keep that affirmation in mind as you continue on with this story!I hope you'll enjoy this as always...
Gentleman: A man of wealthy, leisured class ; A man of high principles, honorable and courteous...
He'd never make it.He hardly had it in him, Mr. Lopez Fitzgerald mannerisms never seemed to change through the years they'd spent apart his eyes still slinkily and subtly chased every slender figure and slight breeze of hair which past his company, the smalls of his lips curving upwards as she could only imagine what thoughts his mind conjured up.
Her eyes rolled intollerably, as she looked down to noticed their hands still interknit within the handshake.Charity's glances went back to the hazy shades of emerald scanning the room in every single direction except the one he place he should have been looking.With a wry smile, Charity pushed her seat away and recoiled her fingers as she left her money for the bill and walked past Miguel, shaking him out of his gazes.
"Well, Miguel."She stated as she noticed the man snapping back into some sort of exsistance."It's been fun, let's try not to do this again shall we?"Charity declared while pushing the door away and feeling the crisp cold gust of wind blow against her as she closed the clasped buttons of her coat.
Miguel remained silent, for a fragment of a moment before tracing Charity's actions and rushing after her.They still had allot of unfinished business to tend to, and he'd be damned if he let her skip out on them.
"Wait, a minute.Where are you going?"
"Home." Charity stated simply as her back turned to him and she began her walk down the dark side - streets.
His paces quickened managing to reach in front of her footsteps, twarting her from making another gesture."I'm afraid you can't do that -"
Her sarcastic expressions widdened, as she folded her arms willing to entertain Miguel for awhile"And why in the world can't I go home, Miguel? Is there some other warped versions of chivalry you'd like to authenticate, because after what I've seen in there I really wouldn't like any.Goodnight," She ended turning at her heal and commencing to walk away once more.
"What about our bargain?" He defeatedly called out into the night to her back.
"It's done.You were there weren't you? Or where you too busy trying to pick the next nitwit you were going to run this bogus proposition on?"She shook her head, blonde strands flailing in the firce winds as she knew she would regret doing this but her curiousity consumed her dominant commen sense while turning to face him once again.
"Can I ask you a question, Mr. Lopez - Fitzgerald?"
"It's Miguel to you,"He jeered while continuing "And yes anything Ms. Standish.What is it?"
Charity's hand rested to her sides as she walked inward towards him, still keeping an open range of space between them as her darkened eyes searched him.She wanted answeres, an explanation of the last forty - eight hours of her life and the last some odd five years of her exhistance being interrupted by him."What's your motive for this? And please don't run the I see something 'special' in you offall, because I've heard it too many times."
Well with that out of the way she didn't leave much for him to answer didn't she? Difficult as it was his mind went as to how he could say this without watching her walk away, as being the end result of his reasoning.He smiled dryly, knowing that saying: When he angered her just about crossing her ultimate level of pesteration, how undoubtebly appealing she looked, would certainly be the wrong answer.
"You're challenging."He answered his stature exhibiting hints of honesty."Motives?" He repeated in contimplation as he walked closer to her searching her eyes deeply"I have the worst of them, but that isn't much of your concern isn't it?"He ended, in a satirical pun.
Her silence, didn't bother dignifying Miguel's statements as she stood."What's in it for you?"
Good question, his innner thoughts compilmented the beauty as she awaited his response"Well, if I can't prove to you what we both know is true..."
"You'll finally leave me alone."She finished in a sigh with slight hope in her tone.
"If that's what you truly want - yes, I'll leave you alone."He continued on,"But if I win.You submit to whatever I want,"
She looked at him compleatly at the moment as the words fell into the air; Submit? Agreeing to this would be like assenting to the Devil, at least in that situation Hades would be more ethical.
"No," Charity replied strenly." I mean even in some extreme case you did actually win, I still wouldn't do it! I'm not you're damn prize."She sputtered angrilly, seething at Miguel's audacity she could no longer face him as she turned for the final and last time.
Independant Woman: A female capable of thinking or acting without consultation with or guidance from others...
As luck would have it, and as Charity's anger towards her counterpart dissapeared, they met once more.This time Charity was more tolerable to Miguel's behavior, from their last meeting that night Charity learned one thing about the relationship that was forced upon her unwillingly.This was war.There were no pleasentries within acquaintance, they were competitors.Two sparers, vying for what? They didn't now, although Charity wouldn't have minded using this as a gateway of getting away from the notorious Mr. Lopez - Fitzgerald.
They'd spent most of their time running this deal of sorts to pass, in various areas of Harmony.All of which of course straying away from the very meddlesome, Bianca Evans and Kathrine Bennett , the process wasn't an easy one but Charity managed to convince them that in the past few weeks almost leading to a month, she'd been attenting a potery class.When they conveyed she simply declared that it gave her something to do apart from reering business with Kay.They believed the ploy, and left matters be.
Within that time of the 'Potery Class.' Miguel and Charity managed to keep whatever they were doing under a tight wraps, only to be known between the two of them.Some nights, they'd risk being caught from out side relationships, and met at the Book Caffe to let the games begin...
"Would you like me to walk you home?"He asked quietly as he helped her out the door of the place, walking beside her.
"No,"She responded tones bellow a snort her eyes some how amused by the comment."I think we can both say your purpose was served for the night."
"Jesus! Why do you constantly act like there's some kind of damn conspieracy against you?"He chided in alow condescending tone.
"Why, do you assume that a nice galant gesture here and there will define you as a gentleman in my eyes?!"She scolded in cool tone.
"It's worth a try, not like you make this any easier!"He thunderded vehemently."How the hell do you expect to make this work, if you wouldn't at least try to attempt at being civil with me?"He questioned, as she noticed the light shade of green in his eyes murken.
"Gee, I don't know?" Charity stated sardoniclly as she looked at him."Maybe you could start on showing me a little more respect, remeber I don't need or want you.In fact when I think about it, I'm doing you one hell of a favor and over and over again you kep showing me what a fool I'am to keep on giving you these chances."
Miguel sighed knowing he was taking this much too seriously when this proposition was just an innocent way of him trying to regain the morsel of friendship he and Charity once had, and in a matter of one moth he seemed to shamefully ruin that.No matter which way he took it, he never managed to win with Charity Standish.
"Look, maybe this whole thing is too soon. I know how hard these past few years have been on you, loosing Pat - I just thought that..."
"You thought wrong,"She cut off trying her best to keep her strong front and refrain from balling over into a sob infront of him.
"Charity?"He went on inching closer to her, knwoing well that he hit some sort of nerve in her."I'm sorry..."He trailed on his words falling into a hush, as he reached out to her for comfort.
"Just leave me alone, okay? I don't need a shoulder to cry on, and I certainly don't need you!"She thundred her eyes becomming glossy and her face heating with emotion.
Amiable: Friendly and agreeable in disposition; good-natured and likable...
One more chance.One more time would they sneak from suspicious glances and keep what was going on a secret, one more time would they try to tolerate each other for a few moments...one more time would they try to repair something that was broken during their past.
He knew very well she didn't openly trust him to take her anywhere, but some how he managed to keep their whereabouts a secret. Through the streets he lead her, as her brow lay permanantly etched in an arc wondering what exactlly did he have in store, and how would she manage to get out of it.
Months had past, and winter was slithering through the small town.Leaving whistling chills and small sprinkels of white everywhere it went.
"The Park? In November?" Charity inquired stepping to his side.
"Yes, and yes."He replied with a warm smile."Now come with me,"He instructed as she reluctantly followed leading her to a small tattered wooden swing which was held up by a red metal bar.She watched him dust off the small amount of snow that fell on the small swing as he motinoned for her to sit upon it.
Slowly she did.
"Do you mind me asking what's the meaning of this?" She questioned in a soft calm manner.
"Well,"He started as he pushed her slightly"I figured if I couldn't get through to you, I'd try someone else."
"Someone else, huh?"
"Yeah, someone I knew would want to talk to me."
"God, Miguel you didn't go speak to - "
He shook his head comiclly, as he continued to push her."See if Big Charity didn't want to have anything to do with me, I figured Little Charity would certainlly would."He explained halfly,"You remeber her, don't you? With the little blonde pig tails, and pink frilly dresses I don't think you'd miss her."
"I see,"Charity responded skepticlly.
"And unlike Big Charity, Little Charity...she not mean or vindictive, she smiles and laughs a whole lot."He leaned inward towards her ear while keeping on."And most importantly, she likes to talk to tall handsome brunnetts."
She laughed quietly as the swing flew back and forth for a moment, before Charity stopped it in full speed."I'm not that bad you know."She stated while turning to him, imagining how bitchy she must have been persieved the first few months."I can be like her...when I want to."
"I know, it just took me awhile to get their huh?"He chuckled softly, as she smiled.
"I've missed this...us."He stated earnestly as he recalled their rugged friendship.
"How could you? We were barely friends, and when we tried..."She laughed"Well you remember what happened - But I do like this,"Charity admitted as she turned away from him, swinging herself along.
Time went by and some way, Miguel ahd managed to worm her into liking him if only a bit.She was sure this was his plan all along, to force her to like him as he was.Arrogant, self obsorbed and all behind it there was something strange yet wonderous that always drew her back to him whenever she was sure she had her limits worth.Maybe it was because he was an outsider? Someone who, despite their past, she could confide in, who couldn't be biased in oppinion or tell her what he thought was best.Someone who she felt more comfortable being open about things she wouldn't normally ever reaveal to the ones closest to her heart.In the months that had past Miguel had been like her diary, one that she would write all of her inner thougts and secrets upon to be hidden from the world...and she liked that.
Their time would end, and at some point their walks would have to come to some sort of compleation.Neither would be open enough to admit it, but this was the point the dreaded the most a forced silence came upon them as thier glances were drawn to each other and the sexual tension that both have faught to keep under raps would rear itself.Every night like a small voice in the back of their head, it would plead for anything...something to keep it appeased, but every night it would be denied forcefully stowed away for another meeting.
"So what do we do now,"Miguel began interrupting the silent gaze"Bow, shake hands what?"He'd sometimes question with a hint of a boyish grin roaming his lips.
"Goodbye, Miguel."She'd timelessly answer, as she walked up the stair opening up her apartment door;Yet always pausing and turning around to return another quiet smile.Never really answering.
"Night, Charity."He'd say watching her leave his sight before he walked away.
And then their time would be over, put away for some other night.She'd shut her door letting the dark stillness of her home become of her once more as she reluctantly returned to her bedroom.
The pacific sulleness of the room drove her insane as she lay eyes wide open in the ivory sheets.Images of him, images of them running through her thoughts in the dimness reminding her as always that she was truly alone.No person, or amount of years that had passed since Patrick's passing could ever change that.
As nights like this would pass, and haunting perceptions of his smile, his laugh...his voice would flow through this place as the winds blowing through her window would, she'd wonder if things would ever get better without Patrick by her side.Would she ever be happy again? She didn't want to.Yet as much as she cherished the memories that swirled through her consience each night , she hated how they made her feel and sometimes in mear frustration she wished they'd stop.
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"Hey, it's me."Miguel's voice began quietly as he paced around his livingroom.
He silenced waiting for a response.
"No, they haven't found anything yet"He replied in dismay.
Silence.
"I know...I know"He replied to the other voice at the other end."Look you don't have to tell me what kind of risks are against me doing this."
"Dammit! It's worth a try, isn't it?"
His eyes narrowed as he noticed a figure appearing at his door.
"I'll have to talk to you later - Soon,"He went on aggrivated."Bye."
With a sigh he rested the phone aside, as he went to open his door to her standing on the other end.He softened some what at the sight of her, while his eyes searched Charity briefly.Her glances strayed away from his as she noticed him watching her, while she spoke.
"Can I come in?"She questioned eluding him from the tone of her voice, and the slight glimmer of shine in her eyes.
"Sure, sure" He repeated, while stepping aside."Not that I mind or anything, but what are you doing here? It's late."He questioned closing the door and slowly joining her at the rib of his staircase where she leaned tierdly.
"Can't I pay a visit?"She joked with a weary smile.
"Anyone can,"Miguel replied stepping infront of her"But I know you're not just here to just say hi, aren't I right?"He rose a brow increduously as she stepped away from him causing him to turn in her directions.
"I guess you're right."She stated "I just - came by because I was wondering about something for awhile..."Charity paused capturing his glances, as she stepped closer towards him.The opaque emerals questioning her statements as she kept on, entracing his steps as they soon became breaths apart."I was wondering if we could take another shot at us saying goodbye again..."She trailed her voice a soft whisper.
"Goodbye?"His eyebrows forrowed confusion lying in his expressions.
"Yeah - bowing and shaking hands is so much more beyond us don't you think? I think... I think this is much better."With another hush between them she tilted upwards easing herself softly against him, as she nipped his lips gently.
As tender grazes turned more fervent as her fingertips roamed around him.Charity's grip around him tightning passively, she knew her moves were sudden but if anything else she didn't want to stop.She kissed him not wanting to speak, becuase speaking would mean she'd have to conjure up a reason for her actions, actions of which she wasn't sure she had a reson for.Charity didn't want to beg for this, and she wouldn't if the situation came to pass.All she wanted was to fill the void she felt, the empty whole that became of her spirit for the past few nights not carring of what was to come of it.
His eyes shut caught in an intoxicating daze of her kisses reavealing wants in him he'd been trying desperately to hide.Lengthly and reluctantly he pushed away from the warmth he felt pressed against him as he watched her, apparent glimmers of a need and a hunger in her darkened blue orbes.
He smiled halfly taking her hands in his while kissing it."You're not ready."Miguel decalred as he loosened his clasp on her hand before walking away distancing himself away from devious imagionings.
"So with one kiss, you're deterninted you know what and what not I'm prepared for?"She soughed as her eyes followed him, while he sat attentions wandering from her presence and to his fireplace which blazed a shade of vermillion, and momentarilly back towards her as his rubbed atop of his brow nervously.
"Yes."He answered with certainty and suddenly with a defeated sigh"If this were any other time - you would deffinately get no confrontations from me, but this is diffrent."
"How so?"Charity inquired now standing before him.
"I know you, Charity.And I know this is -" He paused collecting his thoughts, trying to keep the gentlemenly air about him"Way passed your style."
She took in his words with receptiveness as she nodded attentively.She couldn't help but wonder about his new change of behavior as she prowled closer to where he was.Her gaze closely observing his as she astraddled him letting her arms passing above and resting on his shoulders.
"I know you, too.I know you have desires and thoughts...wants, attractions..."She breathed the light tracing of her lips against his jaw line baiting him beyond no means, as the heat that radiated through the fireplace etched their shadows in the now darkened room.
Closing Thoughts - I'm sorry y'all your girl MahoganyMiss just got her hair did and you know I had to just show my cute self off around my town with my MahoganyMr's!Ha!!! Back on subject I know I have a few questions to answer about this chapter so here we go. 1) I know that there wasn't much refrence of the 'bet' but to be honest it really wasn't that important to the story it was just a starting point to C&M relationship.2) I decided to crush the progression of their relationship into one chapter, not to rush things but to take the concept of a romance from a diffrent aspect! Which I hope was embraced. I suppose that's all for now, see y'all later same bat time...same bat place! ( lalalalalalalalalalala....la.)Latz!
RMSOblue:Now what kind of mystery would this be, if I answered that question!? So, with that I'm sorry but the identity of Patrick's killer will be for me to know and for everyone to keep on reading to find out.However, I would advise you to keep that affirmation in mind as you continue on with this story!I hope you'll enjoy this as always...
Gentleman: A man of wealthy, leisured class ; A man of high principles, honorable and courteous...
He'd never make it.He hardly had it in him, Mr. Lopez Fitzgerald mannerisms never seemed to change through the years they'd spent apart his eyes still slinkily and subtly chased every slender figure and slight breeze of hair which past his company, the smalls of his lips curving upwards as she could only imagine what thoughts his mind conjured up.
Her eyes rolled intollerably, as she looked down to noticed their hands still interknit within the handshake.Charity's glances went back to the hazy shades of emerald scanning the room in every single direction except the one he place he should have been looking.With a wry smile, Charity pushed her seat away and recoiled her fingers as she left her money for the bill and walked past Miguel, shaking him out of his gazes.
"Well, Miguel."She stated as she noticed the man snapping back into some sort of exsistance."It's been fun, let's try not to do this again shall we?"Charity declared while pushing the door away and feeling the crisp cold gust of wind blow against her as she closed the clasped buttons of her coat.
Miguel remained silent, for a fragment of a moment before tracing Charity's actions and rushing after her.They still had allot of unfinished business to tend to, and he'd be damned if he let her skip out on them.
"Wait, a minute.Where are you going?"
"Home." Charity stated simply as her back turned to him and she began her walk down the dark side - streets.
His paces quickened managing to reach in front of her footsteps, twarting her from making another gesture."I'm afraid you can't do that -"
Her sarcastic expressions widdened, as she folded her arms willing to entertain Miguel for awhile"And why in the world can't I go home, Miguel? Is there some other warped versions of chivalry you'd like to authenticate, because after what I've seen in there I really wouldn't like any.Goodnight," She ended turning at her heal and commencing to walk away once more.
"What about our bargain?" He defeatedly called out into the night to her back.
"It's done.You were there weren't you? Or where you too busy trying to pick the next nitwit you were going to run this bogus proposition on?"She shook her head, blonde strands flailing in the firce winds as she knew she would regret doing this but her curiousity consumed her dominant commen sense while turning to face him once again.
"Can I ask you a question, Mr. Lopez - Fitzgerald?"
"It's Miguel to you,"He jeered while continuing "And yes anything Ms. Standish.What is it?"
Charity's hand rested to her sides as she walked inward towards him, still keeping an open range of space between them as her darkened eyes searched him.She wanted answeres, an explanation of the last forty - eight hours of her life and the last some odd five years of her exhistance being interrupted by him."What's your motive for this? And please don't run the I see something 'special' in you offall, because I've heard it too many times."
Well with that out of the way she didn't leave much for him to answer didn't she? Difficult as it was his mind went as to how he could say this without watching her walk away, as being the end result of his reasoning.He smiled dryly, knowing that saying: When he angered her just about crossing her ultimate level of pesteration, how undoubtebly appealing she looked, would certainly be the wrong answer.
"You're challenging."He answered his stature exhibiting hints of honesty."Motives?" He repeated in contimplation as he walked closer to her searching her eyes deeply"I have the worst of them, but that isn't much of your concern isn't it?"He ended, in a satirical pun.
Her silence, didn't bother dignifying Miguel's statements as she stood."What's in it for you?"
Good question, his innner thoughts compilmented the beauty as she awaited his response"Well, if I can't prove to you what we both know is true..."
"You'll finally leave me alone."She finished in a sigh with slight hope in her tone.
"If that's what you truly want - yes, I'll leave you alone."He continued on,"But if I win.You submit to whatever I want,"
She looked at him compleatly at the moment as the words fell into the air; Submit? Agreeing to this would be like assenting to the Devil, at least in that situation Hades would be more ethical.
"No," Charity replied strenly." I mean even in some extreme case you did actually win, I still wouldn't do it! I'm not you're damn prize."She sputtered angrilly, seething at Miguel's audacity she could no longer face him as she turned for the final and last time.
Independant Woman: A female capable of thinking or acting without consultation with or guidance from others...
As luck would have it, and as Charity's anger towards her counterpart dissapeared, they met once more.This time Charity was more tolerable to Miguel's behavior, from their last meeting that night Charity learned one thing about the relationship that was forced upon her unwillingly.This was war.There were no pleasentries within acquaintance, they were competitors.Two sparers, vying for what? They didn't now, although Charity wouldn't have minded using this as a gateway of getting away from the notorious Mr. Lopez - Fitzgerald.
They'd spent most of their time running this deal of sorts to pass, in various areas of Harmony.All of which of course straying away from the very meddlesome, Bianca Evans and Kathrine Bennett , the process wasn't an easy one but Charity managed to convince them that in the past few weeks almost leading to a month, she'd been attenting a potery class.When they conveyed she simply declared that it gave her something to do apart from reering business with Kay.They believed the ploy, and left matters be.
Within that time of the 'Potery Class.' Miguel and Charity managed to keep whatever they were doing under a tight wraps, only to be known between the two of them.Some nights, they'd risk being caught from out side relationships, and met at the Book Caffe to let the games begin...
"Would you like me to walk you home?"He asked quietly as he helped her out the door of the place, walking beside her.
"No,"She responded tones bellow a snort her eyes some how amused by the comment."I think we can both say your purpose was served for the night."
"Jesus! Why do you constantly act like there's some kind of damn conspieracy against you?"He chided in alow condescending tone.
"Why, do you assume that a nice galant gesture here and there will define you as a gentleman in my eyes?!"She scolded in cool tone.
"It's worth a try, not like you make this any easier!"He thunderded vehemently."How the hell do you expect to make this work, if you wouldn't at least try to attempt at being civil with me?"He questioned, as she noticed the light shade of green in his eyes murken.
"Gee, I don't know?" Charity stated sardoniclly as she looked at him."Maybe you could start on showing me a little more respect, remeber I don't need or want you.In fact when I think about it, I'm doing you one hell of a favor and over and over again you kep showing me what a fool I'am to keep on giving you these chances."
Miguel sighed knowing he was taking this much too seriously when this proposition was just an innocent way of him trying to regain the morsel of friendship he and Charity once had, and in a matter of one moth he seemed to shamefully ruin that.No matter which way he took it, he never managed to win with Charity Standish.
"Look, maybe this whole thing is too soon. I know how hard these past few years have been on you, loosing Pat - I just thought that..."
"You thought wrong,"She cut off trying her best to keep her strong front and refrain from balling over into a sob infront of him.
"Charity?"He went on inching closer to her, knwoing well that he hit some sort of nerve in her."I'm sorry..."He trailed on his words falling into a hush, as he reached out to her for comfort.
"Just leave me alone, okay? I don't need a shoulder to cry on, and I certainly don't need you!"She thundred her eyes becomming glossy and her face heating with emotion.
Amiable: Friendly and agreeable in disposition; good-natured and likable...
One more chance.One more time would they sneak from suspicious glances and keep what was going on a secret, one more time would they try to tolerate each other for a few moments...one more time would they try to repair something that was broken during their past.
He knew very well she didn't openly trust him to take her anywhere, but some how he managed to keep their whereabouts a secret. Through the streets he lead her, as her brow lay permanantly etched in an arc wondering what exactlly did he have in store, and how would she manage to get out of it.
Months had past, and winter was slithering through the small town.Leaving whistling chills and small sprinkels of white everywhere it went.
"The Park? In November?" Charity inquired stepping to his side.
"Yes, and yes."He replied with a warm smile."Now come with me,"He instructed as she reluctantly followed leading her to a small tattered wooden swing which was held up by a red metal bar.She watched him dust off the small amount of snow that fell on the small swing as he motinoned for her to sit upon it.
Slowly she did.
"Do you mind me asking what's the meaning of this?" She questioned in a soft calm manner.
"Well,"He started as he pushed her slightly"I figured if I couldn't get through to you, I'd try someone else."
"Someone else, huh?"
"Yeah, someone I knew would want to talk to me."
"God, Miguel you didn't go speak to - "
He shook his head comiclly, as he continued to push her."See if Big Charity didn't want to have anything to do with me, I figured Little Charity would certainlly would."He explained halfly,"You remeber her, don't you? With the little blonde pig tails, and pink frilly dresses I don't think you'd miss her."
"I see,"Charity responded skepticlly.
"And unlike Big Charity, Little Charity...she not mean or vindictive, she smiles and laughs a whole lot."He leaned inward towards her ear while keeping on."And most importantly, she likes to talk to tall handsome brunnetts."
She laughed quietly as the swing flew back and forth for a moment, before Charity stopped it in full speed."I'm not that bad you know."She stated while turning to him, imagining how bitchy she must have been persieved the first few months."I can be like her...when I want to."
"I know, it just took me awhile to get their huh?"He chuckled softly, as she smiled.
"I've missed this...us."He stated earnestly as he recalled their rugged friendship.
"How could you? We were barely friends, and when we tried..."She laughed"Well you remember what happened - But I do like this,"Charity admitted as she turned away from him, swinging herself along.
Time went by and some way, Miguel ahd managed to worm her into liking him if only a bit.She was sure this was his plan all along, to force her to like him as he was.Arrogant, self obsorbed and all behind it there was something strange yet wonderous that always drew her back to him whenever she was sure she had her limits worth.Maybe it was because he was an outsider? Someone who, despite their past, she could confide in, who couldn't be biased in oppinion or tell her what he thought was best.Someone who she felt more comfortable being open about things she wouldn't normally ever reaveal to the ones closest to her heart.In the months that had past Miguel had been like her diary, one that she would write all of her inner thougts and secrets upon to be hidden from the world...and she liked that.
Their time would end, and at some point their walks would have to come to some sort of compleation.Neither would be open enough to admit it, but this was the point the dreaded the most a forced silence came upon them as thier glances were drawn to each other and the sexual tension that both have faught to keep under raps would rear itself.Every night like a small voice in the back of their head, it would plead for anything...something to keep it appeased, but every night it would be denied forcefully stowed away for another meeting.
"So what do we do now,"Miguel began interrupting the silent gaze"Bow, shake hands what?"He'd sometimes question with a hint of a boyish grin roaming his lips.
"Goodbye, Miguel."She'd timelessly answer, as she walked up the stair opening up her apartment door;Yet always pausing and turning around to return another quiet smile.Never really answering.
"Night, Charity."He'd say watching her leave his sight before he walked away.
And then their time would be over, put away for some other night.She'd shut her door letting the dark stillness of her home become of her once more as she reluctantly returned to her bedroom.
The pacific sulleness of the room drove her insane as she lay eyes wide open in the ivory sheets.Images of him, images of them running through her thoughts in the dimness reminding her as always that she was truly alone.No person, or amount of years that had passed since Patrick's passing could ever change that.
As nights like this would pass, and haunting perceptions of his smile, his laugh...his voice would flow through this place as the winds blowing through her window would, she'd wonder if things would ever get better without Patrick by her side.Would she ever be happy again? She didn't want to.Yet as much as she cherished the memories that swirled through her consience each night , she hated how they made her feel and sometimes in mear frustration she wished they'd stop.
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"Hey, it's me."Miguel's voice began quietly as he paced around his livingroom.
He silenced waiting for a response.
"No, they haven't found anything yet"He replied in dismay.
Silence.
"I know...I know"He replied to the other voice at the other end."Look you don't have to tell me what kind of risks are against me doing this."
"Dammit! It's worth a try, isn't it?"
His eyes narrowed as he noticed a figure appearing at his door.
"I'll have to talk to you later - Soon,"He went on aggrivated."Bye."
With a sigh he rested the phone aside, as he went to open his door to her standing on the other end.He softened some what at the sight of her, while his eyes searched Charity briefly.Her glances strayed away from his as she noticed him watching her, while she spoke.
"Can I come in?"She questioned eluding him from the tone of her voice, and the slight glimmer of shine in her eyes.
"Sure, sure" He repeated, while stepping aside."Not that I mind or anything, but what are you doing here? It's late."He questioned closing the door and slowly joining her at the rib of his staircase where she leaned tierdly.
"Can't I pay a visit?"She joked with a weary smile.
"Anyone can,"Miguel replied stepping infront of her"But I know you're not just here to just say hi, aren't I right?"He rose a brow increduously as she stepped away from him causing him to turn in her directions.
"I guess you're right."She stated "I just - came by because I was wondering about something for awhile..."Charity paused capturing his glances, as she stepped closer towards him.The opaque emerals questioning her statements as she kept on, entracing his steps as they soon became breaths apart."I was wondering if we could take another shot at us saying goodbye again..."She trailed her voice a soft whisper.
"Goodbye?"His eyebrows forrowed confusion lying in his expressions.
"Yeah - bowing and shaking hands is so much more beyond us don't you think? I think... I think this is much better."With another hush between them she tilted upwards easing herself softly against him, as she nipped his lips gently.
As tender grazes turned more fervent as her fingertips roamed around him.Charity's grip around him tightning passively, she knew her moves were sudden but if anything else she didn't want to stop.She kissed him not wanting to speak, becuase speaking would mean she'd have to conjure up a reason for her actions, actions of which she wasn't sure she had a reson for.Charity didn't want to beg for this, and she wouldn't if the situation came to pass.All she wanted was to fill the void she felt, the empty whole that became of her spirit for the past few nights not carring of what was to come of it.
His eyes shut caught in an intoxicating daze of her kisses reavealing wants in him he'd been trying desperately to hide.Lengthly and reluctantly he pushed away from the warmth he felt pressed against him as he watched her, apparent glimmers of a need and a hunger in her darkened blue orbes.
He smiled halfly taking her hands in his while kissing it."You're not ready."Miguel decalred as he loosened his clasp on her hand before walking away distancing himself away from devious imagionings.
"So with one kiss, you're deterninted you know what and what not I'm prepared for?"She soughed as her eyes followed him, while he sat attentions wandering from her presence and to his fireplace which blazed a shade of vermillion, and momentarilly back towards her as his rubbed atop of his brow nervously.
"Yes."He answered with certainty and suddenly with a defeated sigh"If this were any other time - you would deffinately get no confrontations from me, but this is diffrent."
"How so?"Charity inquired now standing before him.
"I know you, Charity.And I know this is -" He paused collecting his thoughts, trying to keep the gentlemenly air about him"Way passed your style."
She took in his words with receptiveness as she nodded attentively.She couldn't help but wonder about his new change of behavior as she prowled closer to where he was.Her gaze closely observing his as she astraddled him letting her arms passing above and resting on his shoulders.
"I know you, too.I know you have desires and thoughts...wants, attractions..."She breathed the light tracing of her lips against his jaw line baiting him beyond no means, as the heat that radiated through the fireplace etched their shadows in the now darkened room.
Closing Thoughts - I'm sorry y'all your girl MahoganyMiss just got her hair did and you know I had to just show my cute self off around my town with my MahoganyMr's!Ha!!! Back on subject I know I have a few questions to answer about this chapter so here we go. 1) I know that there wasn't much refrence of the 'bet' but to be honest it really wasn't that important to the story it was just a starting point to C&M relationship.2) I decided to crush the progression of their relationship into one chapter, not to rush things but to take the concept of a romance from a diffrent aspect! Which I hope was embraced. I suppose that's all for now, see y'all later same bat time...same bat place! ( lalalalalalalalalalala....la.)Latz!
