How It Hurts To lose You…
Opening Thoughts - There are some mild scenes of ,boom boom in the play room… as I call it, so reader be warned alright!? And of course enjoy.
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Lights, beautifully chilled by the cold caught her attention as her expecting eyes peered out the taxi door onwards towards the realm. Her steady eased breaths caught at the sight of the place before her, as her deepened blue eyes took in every space it could find.
"This guy better behave himself tonight." Frederick stated, the thick accent of the unknown heard through out the assertion of concern as he watched the young woman sitting through his rear view mirror. He watched intensively, as she bit her lips in a tensed manner her delicately placed hands infolded with one an other as her eyes lay focused on the setting outside.
Slightly her breaths partaking in a soft laugh, as if questioning the very statement herself, as her whimsical gazes past from the frosted window, to the man that sat before her. "I'd have it no other way," Charity smiled softly within her reply, as her look focussed back to her previous entanglements.
The door opened to the fresh coolness of December. With Fredrick's hand reaching for hers in a means of guiding her deftly to solid ground, she made her first pace out of the cad setting one foot on the fresh fallen snow. Christmas was close and, the exquisite yet ever so distant humming's of silent night by far way carollers could be heard. She embraced the welcoming sound as she allowed herself to be fully guided out of the car.
While straightening herself promptly, she seemed to be caught by the fatheresque glances of Fred, as a sheepish smile blemished his aged features.
"So, how much do I owe you, Fred? The usual?" She began, foreign to having such affections in her possessions as she rummaged through her small purse looking for her
pay. She passed a tentative smile before doing such her glances quickly lapsing to her purse.
"It's on the house." He stated in a warm tone, abruptly stopping with a exuded presence of admonition. "But if this guy, manages to hurt you in any way…"
She paused, smiling once more at Fredrick's willingness to actually bother to care about her well being. Slowly she leaned in giving him a pensive hug, while slipping the money into the first open space she found.
"I'll know exactly who to call." Kissing him kindly on the cheek she whispered, while whishing him a happy holidays and commencing to take on the stairs which presented themselves in her sights, drizzled with the season's finishing.
As if a child wondering into places unknown, hey eyes laid fixated in wonderment with the hallways trimmed in golden, and the lightly tinted walls as her steps came closer to a partly opened door, with the soft appearances of music and the movement of people could be heard . The gesture of the doormen, opening the door brought on the quickened palpitations from her chest, as her demeanour victoriously suppressed any type of fear. Only letting out a confidence that was noted by each presence which caught her in their eye. The tempting traces of her skin being tauntingly being revealed by the slit of her black dress, caused a few curious gazes to pass her as her eyes eluded them searching for him somewhere in the crowd that engorged her.
He passed light conversations, between the few acquaintances that found themselves around him before smiling casually at yet another joke he'd sworn to have heard before. The widening of a flawless, leer being caught in a paralysed silence.
She actually came.
Miguel thought incredulously, feeling somehow lost in splendour as a smirk came back to him watching each move she made in passing, once more missing his presence. Yet again, time passed at a displeasing pace letting another holiday lure closer leading to the common anticipation from most, and the shear dread from others. He knew all to well how she'd be too lost, in the traditions of Christmas and New years, for them. In spite of himself, honesty became of him as he knew the lingering phone calls wouldn't be enough, and a subtle jealously would overcome him from not being with her, feeling her or simply taking the hidden comfort of her simply being around. Charity, had formed an importance in his life that he'd yet to let any woman have, one he held it protectively within the deepest depths of himself .
"You know you could have helped me avoid, looking the fool, and stopped me from passing you the first time around." She smiled cutting into his thoughts, he cheeks flushed of pink from the cold as she watched him.
"Miguel?" Charity repeated, letting her hand rest on his shoulder as she felt worried by the vanishing of the man she knew and the response she'd expected.
Fully retorted out of his contemplations, smiling broadly at her eluding any type of concern in her eyes as they engaged in their normal discussions.
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Her eyes seethed , sharing in the equal jealously of some women in the crowd. Their orbs locked onto Miguel spitefully browsing towards the one women who he had decided to put all of his attentions to willingly. Who is she? I've never seen her in town before. He never takes anyone here. Yiezmien, didn't allow herself to fall lost in the slight whispers of envy, as she stood unnoticeable afar from the couple as she sipped her wine scornfully.
Purposes of this place, escaped her only being replaced by the sight of him whispering sweet words unknown to her as she nodded in timid conduct, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor that awaited them. With her permit, he delicately guided her smoothly along with him, as he enfolded her in his arms letting the crowd slip away from them as he lead her farther away, until their forms were no longer in her vision.
"Well isn't this a shame," A voice began referring to Yiezmien's bare back, as he spoke on. "A beautiful woman all dressed up with no one to dance with, harlequin romance's would have a fit." He snickered loosely causing her to turn her to him.
"Jesus!" She gasped almost dropping the glass she held while bringing her free hand to her mouth. Her eyes examined the man that stood before her, making sure her sight was correct. "Ricardo." Yiezmien breathed, setting the small ball in her throat free as she pursed her lips.
"Yes, that is my name. Nice to see you haven't forgotten." Ricardo stated curtly, swiping a glass of wine as he saw one pass him.
"Damn it, I remembered your name." She chided in rejoinder, glaring at him. " I just didn't think you'd be coming back to Harmony, not after -"
The slyly handsome young man, smirked interrupting the woman's rushed sentences. " You know I was wondering the same thing about you Yiezmien. So, tell me what are you doing back? Because if I remember correctly you have as much a right not to be here as I do."
She shifted quietly from left to right as she folded her arms, finishing the half empty glass. " I have unfinished business." She murmured calmly tracing the room catching Miguel passing figure. Ricardo caught the glowers radiating from her eyes, as he too watched the man in disappearance.
"What a coincidence." Ricardo said breaking the thick silence, as his smirk widened causing Yiemien to turn her eyes back towards him. "I have some scores to settle myself,"
"Those being?" She inquired.
He didn't reply to her question for a bleak moment, only staring out into the room's horizon his wine glass still held in his hands as he tightened his grip. "Let's just say, Miguel's playing straight into my hands."
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"One of these days I'm going to marry you, Standish" Patrick stated earnestly, his voice expressing a small hint of seriousness as Charity shot him a look. "You know have those kids, you keep on talking about, buying a real nice house…" he trailed falling victim to his own whimsical fantasies.
"Always the dreamer, Pat." She stated with a wry smile, willing to humour him for just awhile "What makes you think I'd want to marry you? Let alone have your children and be stuck in a house with you for all eternity."
His answers were hesitant, as he looked back at her once more pulling her swiftly towards him before boring deep into her eyes. " I see it. Whenever I look at you -" He paused biting his lip, as a tint of rose came to his cheek. He stopped mid sentence, knowing he was getting too engaging for his own liking, hoping Charity would catch that and simply leave the statement alone.
"Whenever you look at me, you what?" Charity questioned her eyes full of anticipation as her hand grazed lightly upon his face…
Just another dream. The words repeated themselves endlessly, as she returned from fading away from Miguel's
touch almost allowing the tenderness with each to be each she shared with Patrick. The torture she'd been forced to spend on earth without him taught her many things. Dreams, as beautiful as that one could no longer exist yet in her short life she'd learnt that dreams as that one could never really come true, they were just pleasant thoughts, figments of an hopeful innocent imagination.
She refused all re-entrances of her own unrealities, hiding an overpowering guilt she felt of allowing herself to dwell wishfully in the past. On the other hand, she returned her presence to a man was just about taken by his own thinking as she once was. His mind was as much, or even more of a mystery than he was. He still danced, instinctively holding her firmly to the grasp of his fingertips while passing the occasional bleak smiles as his eyes met with hers for mere seconds. But even they too faded, only to be replacing the distinct look of content with those of vague gazes of emerald and an almost perfectly hidden melancholy.
"So, tell me. How am I doing?" She spoke changing the topic of unspoken conversation, . Even with her past in personal investigation, the concept of thinking and perform, to be within the mentality of the noveau - riche, was definitely a trying experience, especially with the twitching stares which pasted them from the room's inhabitants.
A mellow grunt became of his voice as he watched her, his eyebrows formed in inquiry. He smiled as the worlds formulated the smooth grasp at her side tightening in devious proportions. "You definitely look, and act the part."
"I don't know how you do it? I've only been here for an hour and already I can't stand being at constant watch."
"You get used to it, I guess." Miguel answered nonchalantly. "It's the curse that goes along with the gift of being a Lopez - Fitzgerald…" His tone trailed into an uncertain pause as he looked at Charity momentarily his glances lingering away to other places, as he delicately turned her back to him swathing her gentle form in his arms.
Her visage lightened while commanding Miguel's eyes back towards her. "Is this the beginning of a testimony, I hear?"
He paused looking back at her again. "There isn't much to tell." He shrugged calmly, "I wasn't what you'd call the picture perfect heir." Her mouth wanted to inquire the comment, but instead she remained silent looking up at him, for continuance . " I don't know, I guess things got a little overboard and I found myself - biting more than I could chew, so to speak."
"No one's perfect, Miguel. I'm sure you off all people know that," She joked. "Besides, I'm sure your family…"
"My family helped me out?" He laughed wryly, finishing her interrupted sentences. "No. We - we aren't all that close." He ended crisply as if the ending to his words wouldn't have ended soon enough.
She moved her hands, thoughtfully past his chest residing back to the nape of his neck once more. Her mind cursing her prying curiosities. "…I didn't know, and I really shouldn't have brought it up."
"How could you've known," He replied pardoning her closemouthed apology, in a ways of gesture. " What with all that shit they have out about us."
"I guess…" She answered her voice showing some indecision. " You know I'm not much of the dancer, but I figure we should entertain the masses. Give them something to gossip about tomorrow morning," She inwardly whispered.
His grin remained as leaned closer to her incoming stance, his eyes caught up with hers as the room disappeared in their company.
"Let's not."
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"You know you are too much. Do you know that Fox Crane?" Katharine Bennett whispered melodiously, as her hands slid affectionately from the nape of his neck to the smooth beginning of his chest. She beamed as they moved slowly to the music.
He nodded returning the common warmth, as they swayed. " Of course I know that, but it's always nice to hear it now and then." Fox stated tilting her chin upwards in a kiss.
"Perfect," She purred in a low tone, as she pressed her head down on his chest, and in many ways they were. She didn't exactly remember the exact date, or month…perhaps not even what she was wearing or even what she looked like the day they met, but wherever or whenever it happened the days afterwards always brought her to wish the feeling wouldn't end. As time passed, it was safe for her to say that she was in love and that she would always be.
Her eyes scanned the room, full of people seeing the universal feeling comparable to hers in their expressions as one couple seemed to stand out in the crowd. The woman, draped in the flow of her black dress as the December winds blew it into a slight hovering. Her hair which was eloquently tied up, her hands, like Kay's were moments earlier were wrapped around the nape of a man's neck. Quite the couple, she observed as she caught an ear wind of the whispers buzzing of the two as they played blissfully ignorant. He held her tightly, as she could have sworn to notice a definite glimmer of desire expressed in the woman's glances as her eyes narrowed.
Wait, that's that Standish Girl. Of course you know her, she's Grace Bennett's niece.
"Charity!?" Kay exclaimed.
"Charity?" Fox repeated in befuddlement as he looked down at Kay, questioning why she'd be bringing up her cousin . "What about her? Is she here?"
"Yes," She replied in a flat tone, not taking hr eyes off the couple . "She's with someone Fox. Do you know what this means?"
"I guess, I'll call a spade for a spade and say that she's finally moving on." He replied. "That is what she's doing right?"
"NO!?! - I mean yes, Fox that's exactly what she's doing." She responded, remembering Fox didn't know, or even bother to question Kay's need to be involved in Charity's life, as she continued to survey. "Hey, why do we just pop over. You know say hi." Katharine suggested, as she tried to wave Fox and herself closer to where Miguel and Charity were.
"No." He stated simple and plain, settling them both.
"Fox. She's with Miguel Lopez - Fitzgerald," Katharine said, as much as a statement to him as it was to herself. "Don't you at least, want to know why she's suddenly decided to go moonlighting with your arch nemesis!?"
"Again the answer is no, Kay; And quite frankly I think you shouldn't either this is none of our business." He stated matter-of-factly, not letting her say or step further onto the subject.
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He made sure his actions were slow. Unhurriedly searching the white lace that covered her, tresses of golden sprawled across a bed of dim shade. It was much to her own content, somehow loving the satisfying trouble she felt within herself with each slight touch that ridiculed her. It was the obvious uncertainty of the unknown that frightened and overwrought her the most , each feeling overruling her better sense in each moment that past.
He grazed each place her found, letting the well defined breaths that escaped give him access to move forward. The slight breezes flowing around her body . The patience of it driving her insane, as she awaited for it to quicken and come closer, her very own hungers pulling him towards her bringing into conscience all desire as their lips touched, feeling the heat each emitted.
Her legs rested lazily along his side, his fingertip's drew along them allowing the kisses to deepen as the fair prodding movements began.
She moaned fully, the sigh in tone expressing the missing of the absence of such an intense feeling while her hands winding volatility down his back, each touch speaking the words of pleasance that she could never utter.
Dawn came, as it always would without any sort of intrusion and for the first he hated each shadow of light tormenting him with the thought that that same silhouette of luminance would take her way from him. In spite of this, the thought of her disappearance wasn't what plague him the most. It was her silence, the unsettling subdued of which he'd caused. He'd feared the far way glance in her eyes was she stepped way from his embrace, and the silence that came in between, and now that worry had become another cruel reality.
She stood, her figure complementing the rosed sunrise on the balcony of the hotel they've inhibited. Her face hidden from his as she only focused on the breathless imagery that surrounded her. Her head turned slightly , to the man which stood gingerly behind, her eyes still avoiding contact with his.
"I'm not taking it back, I meant every word." Miguel spoke.
"You don't fall in love with a woman like me, Miguel." Charity said meekly, folding her arms her head shaking as her words kept on stopping him from any sort of protest. " I don't trust it, I don't think I ever will…it's just unfair to you " She shook her head dominantly putting an end to her statements as she felt the warmth of her tears.
Love. She questioned the declaration, as the more the word ran in her mind the more she knew no where in her world could that word fit. No where in what they had could love ever fit, all it would ever do was complicate things where there no need be.
"Shouldn't I be the one to decide, Charity?" He questioned his voice a calm passionate roar. " I mean, don't I deserve this - don't we deserve this?" He questioned her, vexed by her long hesitations.
"Yes." She shut her eyes in replying the tears streaming down the paleness of her cheek. "You deserve that, but it won't be with me." She paused slightly letting her hand brush away her tears, as her hushed voice continued. She turned to him revealing her bravest face. "Let's make this short. It's useless, to just drag this along when we both knew this couldn't last." Charity said callicely her tone hiding any emotion, her eyes caught up his gaze as she tried to walk past.
"Please don't do this." She whispered wearily, as she looked into those eyes. "There are so many woman, who would love to be here - to have you feel so deeply for them. You deserve someone who'd love you back, not to play second." His glances released her, as she finally walked past trying to gather her thoughts before preparing to leave.
"Other woman I can have, but I'd much rather be with you." He thwarted any advance of hers to leave as he gently turned her arm towards him. His hands cupped Charity's face , making sure she listened. " I want you to have my heart, no matter what that means for me." He fell quiet as he kissed her softly, hoping the rising need and zealous of each caress would change her mind.
"This can't work," She responded in between kisses, although parts of her wishing it would.
"It can…" He whispered. "And if you let me, I can show you how." Miguel ended, his grin while mischievous showing assurance as he swept her in his arms damning what the sun would bring and only letting emotions phrase what words couldn't.
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Closing Thoughts- I thought I'd do some commentary on all the events that past in this dance, party whatever, but Imma let my reader's do that! Latz.
Yes, as noted by my girl Floetic…I Mahogany Miss reviewed my own damn story, and dammit I'm not ashamed! Though I'd never do it again.
