Chapter 7 Desire
"You love me?" she asked.
Coulmier looked at her and forced a smile, "More than anything." And it was true. His heart was totally hers. He still loved her father, but not in this way. And forget about brotherly love, this was much deeper.
He longed to do nothing more than to kiss her, and by the way she was looking at him, she desired to do the same. Maybe even more.
"Coulmier, let's forget for a moment that your life is on the line, shall we. What would we do if we were free, Coulmier, and you loved me then. We wouldn't worry about what happened next. Coulmier, kiss me again, show me your love," she pulled his face close to hers.
"Christina, if we were free, I would be a Abbe, and I would still love you, but never show it. For, even free, I could never truly be free," he whispered.
"Abbe, let it free. Forget about the future or where we are or what we might have been! Don't think of anything but now, if you can't be free. Think of the moment! Think of me, Coulmier. You love me," she pleaded.
" I don't want you to get hurt. I can't let you get hurt, Christina, I can't!" he pulled away again.
"I don't know how I'll be hurt any worse! You're already killing me now. If you don't get saved, I won't hurt any more than I am hurting now. It's impossible for me to hurt worse!" she screamed.
Oh, he couldn't bear to see her like this. It hurt him and he saw Madeleine near the fire, laughing at his pain. He watched her, longing to through something thing at her. He turned back to Christina and grabbed her. "Damn me for ever sending that letter! Just damn me!"
They began to kiss again. In a frenzy they toppled over one another, pulling off each other's clothing. He was down to his pants and she, her slip when there came a very loud knocking.
"Miss Chauncer, Coulmier, are you alright in there?" came the voice of Mr. Johnson.
"Oh, just fine. We need a few more moments alone if you would be so kind as to wait. I'll get you when we are through," Christina yelled franticly back.
Mr. Johnson was not entirely convinced and stood at the doorway a moment longer, the doctor at his side. "Hope they are not making too much progress," said Mr. Johnson coldly to the doctor.
He had a good idea as to what was happening in there, as did his companion. But he was too good of a man to admit anything and went storming away, his footsteps matching the thunder outside.
"That was close," Christina had just enough time to mutter before Coulmier started kissing her again.
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"I hope her speaking with him doesn't take much longer. I am a bit nervous over the information she could be pulling from him. It could, it could ruin our plan," the doctor was staring at the stormy sky as it was randomly lit up by shocks of lightening.
"I wouldn't really worry about that. He won't tell her anything. After telling me about that Madeleine, he'll be too cautious," Mr. Johnson was almost cheerful. Once Collard had told him that story, he was almost certain Coulmier would never have the nerve to express his love in anything but words again.
"But what could be taking them so long?" Collard was shrunk in his chair, picking at his face now.
"She is very determined and stubborn. But he is too. Come, have some brandy and don't worry."
"Yes, both of those comments are true. Not a word out of him! Two hours and nothing," Christina had come in with Coulmier, who was looking extremely pleased at how worried Collard was. Christina's voice was grim but determined.
" About time you were done. And about time he returned to his cell," Collard gestured to Coulmier.
"Back to his cell! I think not. He hasn't eaten, nor has he gotten any fresh clothes like I asked for. Not to mention I will not let him be put back in that dark hole, or you will throw me in there to!" she went behind Coulmier and clutched him tightly around the waist.
Mr. Johnson scowled and tapped Collard on the shoulder, "Oh very well! Here are some clothing!" He walked over to a cupboard and came out with some slacks and a button shirt. "Dinner will be served in your new cell which will have a bed and a window in it. Miss Chauncer is perfectly welcome to wait there until his dinner is served to make sure it is."
It was ten at night by the time dinner was eaten and Christina was saying her good byes to Coulmier. She had asked Mr. Johnson to kindly wait down the corridor for her.
"Don't worry tonight. Just remember that you love and you're loved. In the morning I'll be back. I will get you out of here but we have only two days left before your trial and I need your help," he silenced her with his finger.
"I won't worry, if you won't," he smiled and she smiled back. He gave her one final kiss, sending delightful shivers down her back and then she left, very reluctantly.
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"What exactly did you discuss in there?" Mr. Johnson asked, as they were about to go into their separate rooms for the night.
" I merely tried to get him to tell me something helpful, but he refused, saying he did not want to hurt me," she replied.
"Oh, and that's all? I really must know everything if I am to win this case. No matter what you did or said, I will not hold it against you or him. But I must know," he demanded gently.
She wasn't sure how or why it would make a difference but she did not see any hurt in telling how they loved each other, leaving out the many ways they had shown it of course. "He did say he was in love with me."
"And?"
"And I said I loved him very much in return. Good night Mr. Johnson."
"You love me?" she asked.
Coulmier looked at her and forced a smile, "More than anything." And it was true. His heart was totally hers. He still loved her father, but not in this way. And forget about brotherly love, this was much deeper.
He longed to do nothing more than to kiss her, and by the way she was looking at him, she desired to do the same. Maybe even more.
"Coulmier, let's forget for a moment that your life is on the line, shall we. What would we do if we were free, Coulmier, and you loved me then. We wouldn't worry about what happened next. Coulmier, kiss me again, show me your love," she pulled his face close to hers.
"Christina, if we were free, I would be a Abbe, and I would still love you, but never show it. For, even free, I could never truly be free," he whispered.
"Abbe, let it free. Forget about the future or where we are or what we might have been! Don't think of anything but now, if you can't be free. Think of the moment! Think of me, Coulmier. You love me," she pleaded.
" I don't want you to get hurt. I can't let you get hurt, Christina, I can't!" he pulled away again.
"I don't know how I'll be hurt any worse! You're already killing me now. If you don't get saved, I won't hurt any more than I am hurting now. It's impossible for me to hurt worse!" she screamed.
Oh, he couldn't bear to see her like this. It hurt him and he saw Madeleine near the fire, laughing at his pain. He watched her, longing to through something thing at her. He turned back to Christina and grabbed her. "Damn me for ever sending that letter! Just damn me!"
They began to kiss again. In a frenzy they toppled over one another, pulling off each other's clothing. He was down to his pants and she, her slip when there came a very loud knocking.
"Miss Chauncer, Coulmier, are you alright in there?" came the voice of Mr. Johnson.
"Oh, just fine. We need a few more moments alone if you would be so kind as to wait. I'll get you when we are through," Christina yelled franticly back.
Mr. Johnson was not entirely convinced and stood at the doorway a moment longer, the doctor at his side. "Hope they are not making too much progress," said Mr. Johnson coldly to the doctor.
He had a good idea as to what was happening in there, as did his companion. But he was too good of a man to admit anything and went storming away, his footsteps matching the thunder outside.
"That was close," Christina had just enough time to mutter before Coulmier started kissing her again.
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"I hope her speaking with him doesn't take much longer. I am a bit nervous over the information she could be pulling from him. It could, it could ruin our plan," the doctor was staring at the stormy sky as it was randomly lit up by shocks of lightening.
"I wouldn't really worry about that. He won't tell her anything. After telling me about that Madeleine, he'll be too cautious," Mr. Johnson was almost cheerful. Once Collard had told him that story, he was almost certain Coulmier would never have the nerve to express his love in anything but words again.
"But what could be taking them so long?" Collard was shrunk in his chair, picking at his face now.
"She is very determined and stubborn. But he is too. Come, have some brandy and don't worry."
"Yes, both of those comments are true. Not a word out of him! Two hours and nothing," Christina had come in with Coulmier, who was looking extremely pleased at how worried Collard was. Christina's voice was grim but determined.
" About time you were done. And about time he returned to his cell," Collard gestured to Coulmier.
"Back to his cell! I think not. He hasn't eaten, nor has he gotten any fresh clothes like I asked for. Not to mention I will not let him be put back in that dark hole, or you will throw me in there to!" she went behind Coulmier and clutched him tightly around the waist.
Mr. Johnson scowled and tapped Collard on the shoulder, "Oh very well! Here are some clothing!" He walked over to a cupboard and came out with some slacks and a button shirt. "Dinner will be served in your new cell which will have a bed and a window in it. Miss Chauncer is perfectly welcome to wait there until his dinner is served to make sure it is."
It was ten at night by the time dinner was eaten and Christina was saying her good byes to Coulmier. She had asked Mr. Johnson to kindly wait down the corridor for her.
"Don't worry tonight. Just remember that you love and you're loved. In the morning I'll be back. I will get you out of here but we have only two days left before your trial and I need your help," he silenced her with his finger.
"I won't worry, if you won't," he smiled and she smiled back. He gave her one final kiss, sending delightful shivers down her back and then she left, very reluctantly.
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"What exactly did you discuss in there?" Mr. Johnson asked, as they were about to go into their separate rooms for the night.
" I merely tried to get him to tell me something helpful, but he refused, saying he did not want to hurt me," she replied.
"Oh, and that's all? I really must know everything if I am to win this case. No matter what you did or said, I will not hold it against you or him. But I must know," he demanded gently.
She wasn't sure how or why it would make a difference but she did not see any hurt in telling how they loved each other, leaving out the many ways they had shown it of course. "He did say he was in love with me."
"And?"
"And I said I loved him very much in return. Good night Mr. Johnson."