Please note that there is no mature content
Here's the deal: I am spliting my original chapter 6 into two chapters.
I am doing this because a lot of people are anxious to read the next chapter and I want to let them read, but since my betas aren't done with the mature scene, I can't upload anything. So I am taking the first part, the part that leads up to the mature scene and making it my Chapter 6.
Then I will have people read that and get mad at me because I promised them a sex scene. But even though the people will be mad, it will be good for the people that don't want to read the mature scene but still want to follow along with the story.
Anyways, then I will post the mature scene as Chapter 7 and people will be happy and the people that don't want to read the sex scene don't have to and would already know by my disclaimer that Chapter 7 is RATED M.
I am sorry for the wait. I know that I promised, but my betas aren't done-but I will post my mature scene on Tuesday, regardless if they are done.
Consider this whole thing a meal, Chapter 5 was the appetizers, Chapter 6 is the meal, and Chapter 7 is the dessert!
Chapter 6
Checkmate
"Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within".
-James A. Baldwin
These black velvet blankets weren't hers.
Evey sat straight up in V's bed, looking around in the room. She wiped the sleep from her eyes as she tried to remember last night and noticed small speckles of blood covering her hand and around her wrist. With last night's events rushing into her head, she jolted out of the room.
"V? V?" She called out as she made her ways toward the kitchen.
"Oh, hello Evey," V said, looking up from the stove. She stood there, fresh from sleep, bushy haired and baggy eyed.
"Sleeping beauty has finally woken," V said playfully as he flipped the bacon in the frying pan.
To V, nothing was sweeter than seeing her like this. Everyone saw her when she was bathed and dressed properly, but only a few had the privilege of seeing her so candid. He considered himself very privileged indeed.
Scratching her head, Evey grinned. "I'm so sorry," she said, moving towards V as he motioned her to sit down at the table. V turned back to the stove. "May I inquire as to why?"
Evey sat down and looked down at her hands. "I didn't mean to fall asleep in your…" She let her voice fade away.
V gave an understanding sound. "No need to apologize, you were exhausted."
V turned the stove off and placed the strips of bacon on Evey's plate, along with scrambled eggs. Evey looked at V, watching him as he went busily throughout the kitchen.
"But V," she protested. "I had no right! You are wounded-" V poured her a glass of milk.
"Evey please," V said firmly as he handed her the glass and she took a sip. "I assure you I am quite alright."
She eyed him as she took a bite of her bacon. "Well," she said. "Thank you, I appreciate it."
She gulped. For some reason it was really hard to say that and the whole situation to her was already awkward, however she was still grateful for what he had allowed her to do. V nodded as he began to wash the dirty dishes.
"And," she shifting a bit in her seat. "Thank you for the excellent breakfast."
This time V turned around, the mask smiling at her."Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all."
Evey smiled. "How are you feeling, you know…with your stitches and all?" V turned the water off and began drying the dishes. "Nothing is miserable unless you think it is so."
Evey thought for a second and then nodded in agreement. "I suppose so…" She said and took another sip of her milk.
XxX
After breakfast Evey took a badly needed shower. Coming out of her room freshly dressed she sought out V, who was in the piano room. Evey opened the door and walked over to the piano to listen to V play.
"What is it you're playing?" Evey asked her tone only mildly curious.
"Nocturne for piano in C minor," V replied still playing on. "By Chopin."
Evey nodded nonchalantly. She never really had an appreciation for piano music or, in fact, any sort of classical music, really. She found it all relatively boring and she much preferred words with her music. As she half-listened to V she began to think of the types of music she truly enjoyed. After a couple of minutes she couldn't think of anything that stuck out in her mind.
She enjoyed music just as much as the next person, but she was never passionate about it like V was. And the more she thought about that, she realized that she wasn't enthusiastic much about anything, really. V already knew this about Evey, but he did not judge her or think her dull. He understood that with all the censorship going on above ground, it was difficult to really be passionate about anything. Which is exactly what the government wanted. "The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history," V thought.
But having Evey stay in the Shadow Gallery had expanded her mind and she began appreciating more and more of his books, paintings, and other censored virtù. Slowly but surely she was becoming this beautiful, curious woman. She was like a butterfly sprouting from the cocoon that the government entrapped her in, but she wasn't quite there. She still had fear.
V ceased playing and looked up at Evey. "What do you say to another game of chess?"
Evey smiled. "I'd love to."
After a few minutes into they both knew who the winner was going to be. "Your turn," V said, teasing her.
V gazed lovingly at Evey as she studied the chessboard, concentrating very seriously. The more he spent time with Evey, the more he fell in love with her. Evey became an idee fixe that he stubbornly adhered to in spite of the future consequences.
He loved how she was always cold and wore her small gray jacket practically all the time. He loved how she got a little crinkle above her nose when he said something she didn't understand or when she was frustrated. He loved how the Shadow Galley smelled of her when he came back from his business above ground. He loved how her eyes lit up every time they talked of Shakespeare. He loved the sound of her laugh. He loved how she was the last person he wanted to talk to before going to bed. He loved how she made him forget everything that was bad in the world. And most importantly and undeniably, he loved how she made him feel like a normal human being.
He was hopelessly in love. He was doomed.
Evey looked up and eyed her opponent . "Patience is a virtue, V."V chuckled, a deep rumble in his throat that made Evey smile. "You're quite right," said V, smiling underneath his mask.
She made her move finally and V countered her attack.
"Checkmate," said V chuckling.
"I hate this game," Evey said as the crinkle above her nose appeared once more for V to relish.
"And yet you still play," V said, trying to hide his amusement. "I believe that true beauty of chess is more than enough to satisfy all possible demands."
Evey laughed and shook her head, "Whatever you say."
Suddenly V stood up, pushing in his chair. "Where are you going?" Evey asked. V made a small bow. "My apologies mademoiselle, I must venture out on business."
Evey sat there shocked. "But V!" she protested standing up with such force, she almost knocked down her chair onto the floor. "What about what happened last night? Your stitches!"
V did not answer her and tied his long black cloak around his neck. Although V considered himself a patient man, he did not find any amusement in repeating himself over and over. He had to do what he had to do, whether or not he was recovering from his stitches or not. And she never really seemed to believe him when it came to him feeling well.
A hot lick of anger went through her like lighting. She hated when he did reckless things. And she especially hated when V refused to explain things. She screamed a long angry string of curse words in her head. The only thing she could do was stand there peeved. If she would have done anything else, she would have certainly lost her temper and then be faced with deep regret. She most certainly didn't want that.
She felt her heart sink in despair as she watched V disappear behind the door. Deep down she didn't exactly understand why he went out and why he was going out now, but she wanted him to stay.
XxX
By the time V returned to the Shadow Galley, it was completely dark with the exception of a few candles lit here and there. Taking off his cape and hat, he went around to each globe of soft light and blew them out. As he made his way over to the couch where the last remaining lit candles sat upon the table next to the couch, he found Evey sleeping soundly. She laid there, huddled in a white cotton robe, resting her head on the arm of the brown suede couch, the faint glow of the burning candle illuminating her face. How truly beautiful she looked.
V bent over to extinguish the flames, but no breath from his lips rushed out. The muscles in his legs tensed, his heart beat faster, his skin tingled. A hand reached out and had grabbed the extra material of his pant leg and tugged gently. He stared down at Evey's shimmering amber eyes and her long and thick eyelashes that stared back at him so lovingly. V gulped.
"Sit down a minute?" Evey asked softly.
She gazed up at him intensely, her eyes quivering in want. V raised to his full height and walked slowly over to the empty space next to her, never breaking eye contact and sat down, his body turned to hers. She sat up, the candlelight casting a delicate silhouette of her petite frame. "I'm sorry for getting mad at you earlier." Her voice quivered with a softness V couldn't imagine. "It is just that I don't want you to get hurt…" Her voice faded into the thin air and she felt V's hands bring her into a warm embrace.
She began to speak again, but V hushed her softly, running a gloved hand through her curly champagne locks. She sighed softly; the scent of lavender filled his nose as he held her, feeling her warm and tender body next to his.
"And all that's best of dark and bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light, which Heaven to gaudy day denies..."
Evey closed her eyes, letting V's dark, deep voice wash over her as cool leather caressed the side of her cheek.
"One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place..."
Evey drew away from V, staring back at him. Her hands grasped the edges of her white robe. V watched with a lascivious stare as she tugged the robe slowly off her shoulders and removed it all together from its concealment, revealing her pink lacy silk nightgown. "My nightgown," he thought wonderfully.
Evey felt her cheeks swell with intense heat as she revealed herself to V, praying for his touch. She knew the risk she was taking.Evey hoped that V would not reject her like the other time:
"Stay V..."
"I can't"
"Please"
"I'm sorry Evey, I can't."
She was more than just exposing her skin to V, she was also exposing her heart and her feelings, which were perhaps more delicate than anything else. But she wanted him now and more than ever. She was willing to put herself out there just to feel his touch.
V released her from his grip and she fell back softly, pulling V on top of her. He continued to stroke the side of her cheek lovingly."And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!" He whispered tenderly.
V was instantly falling into a whirlwind of lust and love and if he did not turn back now, he would surely die of bliss. The more he tried to reason with himself to turn away, the more he gave into his temptations. He started saying to himself "just one more touch" but every attempt turned to be false. One more touch wasn't enough, not enough to quench is undeniable thirst for her skin.
He started along the side of her face, then his curious and rapacious fingers moved down further, stroking the base of her neck, but his fingers were still not satisfied. His hand moved down her side, feeling the subtle fullness of her breast and curve of her hip, while the other hand ran through her spiral locks. He heard a soft moan escape for from Evey's lips that sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
He pressed gently into her, needing to feel more of her entire body. Evey gave out another small moan and ran hands up and down his back as she squirmed marvelously underneath him, relishing his weight upon her. "No, this would not do," V thought. This simple touching would not suffice.
It took every single muscle in his body to tear himself away from Evey. Evey sat up immediately with a worried and very disappointed look on her face.
"Is something wrong V?" Evey said anxiously.
"Only the manner in which things are being carried out," V replied huskily. He then bent down and scooped up his beloved in his arms and carried her off to his bedroom
V knew this was unwise, but he was no longer concerned about that. In the morning he would deal with the repercussions, but for now he would ignore them. Tonight Evey Hammond was going to be his, no matter what his mind told him. He was going to savor every last inch of her. Tonight he was going to make passionate love to the woman he had fallen in love with.
Author's Note: Next chapter is RATED M. If you read chapter 7 , that means:
-You are above 17
-I am not responsible for anything including, but not limited to: trauma, trouble with the law/parents, and perversions of the mind
-You willingly agreed to read it
Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and I hope that you like where this is going :D
Thank you to my beta, DiClare for editing this.
