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I Don't Want to Hear It
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by Queen of Serpents
A/N: Last chapter people. I just want to add that I agree there is no plot in this story of mine. Believe me when I started this story, there was a plot in my mind. Sadly it somehow disappeared. At any rate here is the last chapter. I'm disappointed with the story but oh well. Hopefully this will make others feel more encouraged to post their own B/R fic to surpass mine... haha
Disclaimer: Why is it that I don't own this? Oh right, it's because I'm sadly just a teenager trying to write something about characters that somebody else had claimed before I had a chance to :(
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Chapter 5: Don't Want to Hear It
"Briar, what are you doing?" He told himself as he walked around Winding Circle in search of Rosethorn. He didn't notice he was talking to himself, and if he did, he would have noticed the odd looks the novices were giving him as they walked by. "Why the hell did you go out and give Sandry that note? You're an idiot."
He smacked his forehead for added dramatics and then stopped short when noticing the doorway to the same bath where he had seen Rosethorn all those days ago.
Dare he go inside again?
He didn't know what made him open the door. He didn't know how his mind was able to tell that it was actually Rosethorn in there and not some other girl. However, he did have a feeling that it just had to be her.
A gasp meet him as he entered.
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"Briar, what are you doing here?" Rosethorn cried out in panic, trying to cover herself as she stood exposed in front of her student. Dear Gods, what was happening to her today? First she saw Briar doing unspeakable things and now this? Indeed the Gods must be angry at her for something. Did she forget to water the plants?
In a split second, she felt Briar inch closer to her, bringing herself out of her thoughts. What was the boy doing?
She knew soon enough, for in seconds, an unidentifiable urge brought him to crash his lips upon hers. It was a passion building up for far too long. Tension, desire, frustration. And she too, was unable to part, unable to stop herself from enjoying the sweet feel of her student's lips.
But then that word came again, her student.
She pulled back, the events of that morning rushing back to her in a fury of confusion. Why had Briar called her name out? Why her and not Sandry?
"Stop it Briar, you're my student."
"So?" he said gently, cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand.
She tried to forget the feel of his hand on her cheek and instead focus on the fact that he was here, in a ladies bath place with her naked.
"It's not right," she whispered. She didn't know why she wasn't scolding him. She did not know what possessed her to kiss him back. Why was it that she had always felt this pull towards him, an attraction, forbidden yet still desirable?
"That can't stop me, Rosethorn."
His hand left her face and his lips replaced them on her cheek.
"I always liked you, respected you, and now... I don't know what but the feelings changed, grew, deepened," he explained. She took steps back until her back hit the cool tiles behind her. He walked with her and soon was so close, that his body covered hers. The coolness coming from her back differed greatly from the warmth she received from his presence.
"You shouldn't be in here," she told her firmly. She wanted him to leave her, stop confusing her. She wasn't one to be so torn into doing what was right and what was wrong. Why wasn't her voice carrying that same authority it usually did?
She knew the reason deep inside her, however: She wanted this.
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Briar was awed by his sudden boldness. He never felt more free in his life. Kissing Rosethorn had changed him drastically. After telling Sandry that their relationship should end for the time being until he figure his thoughts and actions out, he felt as though a large burden was lifted off his chest.
Now kissing Rosethorn had released the tension, the stress he encountered. He had thought this would be a lot more complicated, that he would have to explain what happened in the morning. He had thought she didn't feel the same way, but kissing her had disproved that. She was willing when he did, and even now her protests were weak and were not coming from her heart.
Did that mean she wanted him too?
He felt the curves of her body, toned and soft as well. Her skin was milky white and smooth to the touch.
He heard himself whisper his confession; "I've been waiting for this far too long."
"What about Sandry?" were her words. He tensed visibly, but then relaxed remembering the letter he wrote to Sandry straight after talking to Evvy.
He did not speak and simply kissed her softly, his hand coming round to circle her waist. She was wet and warm from the bath she was still taking and smelt nice as well. Like roses, he thought to himself.
She pinched his arm when his hand slipped lower to his hips.
Roses with thorns, he thought grimly, pulling his lips away.
"I said, what about Sandry?" There was a slight quiver in a voice, a fear he sensed in her eyes and in her manner of speaking.
"No need to worry," he told her. "She is no longer between us."
He felt her melt into his arms. She was giving in to her, he knew it. She would no longer protest. She had no other excuse, and if she did, then he didn't care.
"What about--" she began again.
He put a finger to her lip, silencing her. "Shh..."
He looked her deeply into her eyes and saw his reflection in them. He was older, was able to feel the power and maturity within him. He was no longer just a boy, Rosethorn's student. He was a man and with that statement came authority. And with that authority, came his courage and his boldness to say, "No more what if's. I don't want to hear it."
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