CONTEST WINNER THIS CHAPTER: User Slip Resistent recommended the song, "Just The Way You Are" by Bruno Mars for Seamus & Lavender this go around, and I thought it a perfect complement to Seamus' thoughts here. So, this chapter is dedicated to Slip Resistent - congratulations! Lyrics for that song appear at the bottom of this chapter. Hope you'll find this song somehow and give it a listen.
Revision 1.0 - 2015 - beta'd by Unseenlibrarian (THANK YOU SO MUCH!)
Revision 2.0 - 1 October, 2018
NOTES:
Anu is the goddess of prosperity in ancient Irish mythology. For superstitious reasons (to avoid offending this mother goddess) in some regions of Ireland, whenever she is invoked, she is referred to as 'Gentle Annie' instead.
CHAPTER SIX (#2): Seamus & Lavender
Once the door had shut behind them to their private room, Seamus leaned against it, absently twirling his wand made of Ash between his fingers like a baton, feeling the comforting weight and it's innate magic buzz through his system. It always calmed him as nothing else could, grounding him to his family's innate connection with nature, to the earth itself.
The wand had chosen him when he'd been eleven; it had practically hopped out of Mr. Ollivander's hands into his, as if it had been waiting for him.
Having the wand so far out of his sight for too many rounds had made him edgy in a way he didn't understand. It was almost as if the wand, itself, was trying to warn him not to leave it behind. He didn't understand the compulsion to hold it, which had grown increasingly with each successive round, or the creeping feeling of dread that lingered behind his eyeballs and was beginning to weigh on his mind with each passing hour, but he knew that from this point on in the game, he wasn't having it out of his sight.
"You alright?" his beautiful partner asked, sincere concern in the set of her shoulders and in her eyes. "You seem on-edge, Sea."
He gave her a reassuring smile. "Fine, love. Jus' thinkin'." He nudged his chin towards her hand. "What's yer card say, then?"
As she read it to him, Seamus held his breath with anticipation…
DEED: You partner must kneel before you and perform any three tasks you want, responding with 'Yes, Your Highness,' to your commands.
Whoa, sexy!
He'd never been anyone's sub before tonight, but he intended on playing the role for Lavender to the hilt. He wanted to make her happy, and honest ta Jim, he was learning that there was nothing more of a turn-on than a woman who told you what she wanted...especially his woman.
His beautiful partner's smirk spoke volumes; she was definitely going to make him work extra hard this round to make amends for last round's failure to please her.
Not that he minded having to put in the effort.
Chuckling with amusement, Seamus placed his wand on a conjured side table nearby, and rubbed his hands together, getting down on his knees before her. "Have at me, yer Highness. I'm yers ta command!"
Playfully, she put one purple leather-pearl strapped heel against his shoulder and smiled at him, her indigo eyes twinkling with mirth. "Well, well…right where any girl would love to have you, Mister Finnigan. What does your card say?"
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the laminated rectangle and read it off to her:
DEED: You partner must list out loud at least 5 good things about you.
"Hmmm, interesting," she replied with an adorable waggling of her eyebrows. "I think I want to combine the cards, if you don't mind."
Starting at her ankle, he slowly slid his hand up her leg, pushing her dress up so it draped over her hip and bared her naughty lingerie for him again. He really wanted to see what was hidden under those pretty dark purple, floral lacies. He'd seen bits of it a few rounds ago, touched the curls, and felt how damp her knickers had gotten as he'd rubbed his palm over her until she came, but he wanted to see her without a stitch of clothing. Their first time together, he hadn't really seen anything as the dorm room had been rather dimly lit.
"I'd love tha'. So, what will ya have o' me, angel?"
Lavender considered her options with a faraway look in her gaze. When inspiration struck, she snapped her fingers and gave him a smile. Dropping her leg away from him, she stepped back. "You're going to serve me properly, my sexy Irish slave-boy."
Seamus bowed his neck in humble acquiescence. "Yes, yer Highness."
With a thought, she banished all of the furniture in the room and summoned a very large, round bed in the centre. She decked it out in gold and champagne-colored satin sheets, and from the ceiling, sheer curtains in the same colours fell around it, giving it a romantic, sensual look.
Lavender headed for it, pulling the curtains aside. Over her shoulder, she gave him a smouldering, half-lidded look.
"Strip for me, Seamus."
"Yes, yer Highness," he automatically replied.
Climbing to his feet, Seamus started unbuttoning his shirt as she crawled into the middle of the bed and laid back against a mound of pillows to watch him. He bared himself to her once more without shame, noting with some amusement how her eyes came to rest on his stirring cock as soon as it was revealed.
The size of his dick came from his Mam's side of the family, that blood lineage he tried very hard to pretend didn't influence him, even though he knew it very much did. Most days, he felt his enormous cock something of a curse, as it was uncomfortable when it hardened behind the constraints of his clothing, it was serious work to wank it off, and often he caused a twinge of pain in the women he bedded. However, by the way Lavender was looking at it now, licking her lips like she couldn't wait for a taste, he felt that perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing after all.
A chair was conjured into existence behind him, and with a tilt of her chin, his partner indicated he was to sit in it.
He did as bade, facing his mistress, awaiting her commands.
"One question per round was the agreement, so here's mine this time: what position is your favorite for sex?" she asked him.
There was no hesitation in his answer; he knew from experience what he liked. "Me female on her back, me standing up, her legs restin' in me arms. It's deep pene tha' wayta the hilt, if she can take me. I can see her face and breasts and cunnie all at once, and change th' speed as we both want anytime."
Lavender hummed in approval, her smile as wicked as Circe's own. "Sounds delicious, my Irish…but it still leaves you in charge, doesn't it?"
Huh.
Well, damn, but she was right. He hadn't thought of it quite like that before.
"But ya could be controlling how I move with a simple word, if ya wanted," he pointed out the loophole. "Ya could command me as ye willed."
"Are you saying you don't mind being a love slave?" she asked, and he noted how intensely she watched his reaction to that question. "Do you like being told what to do and when by a woman?"
Seamus shrugged, playing it cool, wanting to impress upon Lavender that as long as they were together, he didn't mind whatever kink she wanted to try out...short of sharing her with others and doing anything truly dangerous or painful. Her brand of BDSM seemed relatively tame, though, and he was betting pegging was about as hardcore as she got. He'd never done it, but he wouldn't be adverse with her.
"Only if she's th' right woman. And I dinna mind last round when it was ya tellin' me what ta do, love, did I? Got me off rather keen, ya?"
Shale ta bones, this discussion was quite provocative, and his accent, he noticed, wasn't the only thing thickening as his desire grew…
"Good to know," she replied with a naughty smile.
Pushing up on the palms of her hands, Lavender reached behind her neck, untied the halter strings of her dress, and with a pull, dragged her dress off and over her head. Tossing it to the side, she then reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra, throwing it in the same pile. Seamus' eyes were unwittingly drawn to that triangular strip of fabric covering her crotch, and he wondered if she dared…
Lavender, he'd forgotten, was a Gryffindor and a sexual dominant. She absolutely dared.
Hooking her thumbs into the sides of those dark purple, floral knickers, she slowly slipped them down her thighs, pulling them off one foot at a time. They ended up alongside their matching lingerie.
All that remained were her heels and jewelry.
"Curious, Sea?" she asked, keeping her legs tightly closed and scrunched up, teasing him with only the barest peek of her lower lips.
Mouth suddenly dry, heart accelerating, he nodded. "I wanna see yer sweet quim, love. I'm dyin' ta see it."
Lavender stared back with blatant lust at his cock, which had hardened against his thigh to almost painful proportions. Unashamedly, she pried her legs apart, opening up her core to his hot stare.
Searing heat slammed through his system, straight into his dick as he took in the tempting sight she presented. Bloody hell, but she had a gorgeous cunnie! The barest sprinkling of tightly trimmed dark gold curls circled the top, but the rest was bare. Her clit was a dark pink button, hidden between her dewy flesh. She parted the folds for him with her fingers, showing everything off.
Seamus thought he should say something about how luscious she looked, but right then, his mind had decided to take a holiday. Never had that happened to him before. He was so enamored with her beautiful pussy that words simply flew out of his head.
"I'm going to touch myself and you're to watch," she informed him, drawing only his partial attention; his eyes remained on her glistening cunt, even as his mind acknowledged her words. "Don't move from that spot, Sea."
Mindlessly, he nodded, knocked for a six. "Yes, yer Highness," he muttered.
It was difficult to fight off the urge to throw his body onto the bed and disregard her command, but he restrained his compulsion with great discipline.
She lay back into the slanted array of pillows she'd conjured and gently eased her fingers between her thighs. Her cunt looked so soft, and it was wet with her juices… Gently tracing her clit with her nail tore a low, throaty moan from her lips. Seamus' prick jerked in response. It throbbed and wept as her hips bucked and she thrust two fingers into her cunt. "So good," she purred and peered up at him through a half-lidded, lusty gaze. "You don't mind watching, do you?"
Mesmerized by the changes in her body as she worked herself over, Seamus didn't look away as he answered her question with a quick shake of his head.
"Have you ever done this, just stood by as a girl got herself off?"
Her question jarred him from the pleasure of the moment as it brought up a certain set of bad memories. "Yes," he admitted with a repulsed shudder, trying to shut out the visions that flashed through his mind of his time with Maddy Fletcher.
Older than him by a decade, or so she'd claimed, Maddy had sauntered into his tiny wizarding village one sweltering July afternoon, claiming to have come looking for something, and she'd changed the sleepy, little baile forever. In a phrase, she'd been every witch's worst nightmare and every fella's wet dream. Sexy, gorgeous, and ravenous for younger men, it was rumoured that she'd polished the knob of every bloke between the ages of fifteen and thirty during her brief stay, hopping from bed to bed as if in search of something elusive. Seamus had been barely sixteen that summer, but he'd definitely been one of Maddy's studs...and she'd known just what to do to twist him inside out and make him want her kind of poison. In truth, she'd given the phrase, "shagging to death" an almost literal meaning, as there were times Seamus nearly passed out from feeling so light-headed after she was done with him, and he swore his todger was going to fall off from all the attention she'd given it.
He'd broken his Gram's rules that summer, unconcerned of the repercussions of releasing his seed into the same woman multiple times. The thought of pulling out hadn't even occurred; he'd been fully ensnared by her and in her sexual teachings.
And then one evening, the woman had simply vanished from the village as mysteriously as she'd breezed in, leaving a trail of brokenhearted young boys and men behind her. Seamus hadn't been among them, though. Being with her had never felt right; there had been something 'off' about her, something he hadn't liked once the lust that had fogged his brain had cleared and the aggressive tendencies it had created had finally calmed. He'd never been able to put his finger on what it was, precisely, but he'd felt in his gut the wrongness of being with her after the fact. In truth, he'd been glad to see her go...
"Sea?"
"There's no comparin' ta ya, me angel," he quickly finished, trying to keep the attention on his beautiful partner and what they were doing together. The past was just that, and he wasn't going to let it continue to creep up on him and attempt to interfere where it wasn't wanted. He and Lavender were starting over, and yeah, eventually he'd have to tell her everything about the years in between their first time and tonight...just not right now. Things were still too fragile between them. "Yer all I see. Now and always."
And she really was. She filled him up in a way that felt good and right.
It was because she was his aoibhneas, his real joy and pleasure—always had been. From the first day they'd met, first year on the Hogwarts Express, he'd taken one look at her and known she would be his witch someday. He'd been twelve, kept back a year due to his birth date falling after the start of term, the same as Granger, and he'd been red-blooded even then, but some instinct had told him he'd have her. When she'd taken his hand as they'd exited the train that day and wove through the crowd, it had felt like a good Tingling Charm all up and down his spine. Thereafter, whenever she'd smiled at him, he'd felt invincible and glow-y, like a boy-daring and with a need to get and keep her attention. Hell, he'd joined the Quidditch team just to impress her!
The night they'd made love for the first time, she'd completely overwhelmed his senses and driven him half-mad with need...
The side of him that hailed from his Gram's heritage was easily swayed by the strong lust he'd always felt for Lavender, but unlike the sexual need he'd felt for Maddy, this desire was more natural, more permanent. In truth, he was starting to get a wee bit of a clue about what that might actually mean for them both...
"Then come here and kneel on the bed between my legs," she instructed him with a naughty smirk. "I want to watch you touch yourself as you watch me."
Seamus growled in pleasure at her edict. "Yes, Yer Highness."
He moved into position and took his cock in hand. As he began stroking to a familiar rhythm with just the right amount of pressure, his eyes dropped immediately to the action going on between her thighs. He watched, fascinated, as his lover began playing with her cunt once more. To his surprise, her movements actually excited him more than his own. The way her fingers teased her beautiful, pink and glistening core, the flush of her golden skin, the tautness of her nipples begging for his kiss...it all worked in tandem to get him harder than cold iron in a heartbeat.
Even as he worked himself over good, he kept dropping his eyes to that wet, little hole just below her fingers. Mere inches separated them. He could close that distance easily, join them with one thrust, seal the deal by coming in her two more times.
Do it, some strange voice in the back of his head tempted him. You know you want to.
He did. Holy Mother, did he want to!
Go on, then. Take her!
It's in your nature, isn't it?
A part of him was aware that he was being coerced by some strange voice in his head, but at the moment, Seamus had no will to question or deny it, because the fact was he wanted exactly the same thing the wicked voice was whispering in his ear. He inched forward until the head of his dick was rubbing against those pouty, lower lips, smearing them with the pre-come he was putting out in near streams. He moved it all around, stroking that velvety flesh with his own, noting she didn't seem to be objecting. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips parted with pleasure, in fact.
"Shall I have ya?" he asked in a low, seductive manner. He pushed the head of his cock against her opening and teased it. "Can I, Lavender?"
She shivered as he rolled the 'r' in her name with the thick burr of his homeland's tongue, as if the sound alone was enough to make her come. "You're seducing me," she pointed out in a breathy whisper. "I'm supposed to be in charge, remember?"
"Ya are," he reassured her. "Ya always have been, me love."
There was an odd moment of vulnerability in her dark blue gaze as she raised her eyes to meet his. "Really?"
He gave her a slow, encouraging smile.
"Really."
That seemed to bolster her confidence once more. Her expression shifted as her spirit renewed; the sparkle returned to her eyes, the waning smile upon her lips bloomed to life once more, and there was wickedness reflected in both.
"Then I want you to come, Sea...not in me, but on me. I want to see you give up more of your control for me."
"As ya wish, yer Highness."
It didn't take much to work his cock back into a frenzy of need. A few strokes and watching Lavender return to playing with her body, to imagining how good it was going to be once they finally did decide to cross the line and shake the rafters...
If he wasn't to fuck her yet, though, he wanted to taste her.
At least that much.
He gently took her hand away from its pleasurable pursuits between her legs and brought the fingers to his mouth to suck the juices from them. Ah, na síogaí, she tasted so fucking good! Sweeter than any honey!
Just the taste of her sent him over the edge. His heart slammed under his ribs as the burning at the base of his spine boiled over. Throbbing heat rushed through him, starting in his bollocks and racing up the thick stalk of flesh in his hand. With a hoarse yell and an arching of his spine, he released. Hot seed exploded out of him and all over his partner. Spurt after gratifying spurt of his milky-white cum coated her and seeped downwards... It was too late to pull back, and really, he couldn't have stopped, not for any power on the good, green earth. His whole body was locked in by the pleasure, every muscle seizing and his bones shuddering as explosion after explosion rocked through him.
When he was emptied and exhausted, his head lolled forward, his hand stilled, and he sat back on his haunches. It took long minutes for his heart to calm and for his breathing to return to normal.
As it did, sanity also returned.
Oh, fuck. Had his cum gone inside her? If so, that would make two times...one step closer to tying them together. She had no clue what he was, why that was important yet! Guilt slammed hard into him, making his stomach clench, and it took a hell of a lot of courage for him to look up to check the damage he'd done.
Lavender was smiling, humming in pleasure while gathering his still-warm semen from her lower belly and using it to paint circles around her nipples and tummy.
Oh, thank the green kelly, he'd entirely missed the mark!
The sigh of relief that came out of him was felt from his head to his toes. If he'd screwed it up and magically bound them up without her permission, she'd have murdered him. As he'd discovered during this game, his Lavender didn't like being forced into anything even by accident, and she was the kind to fight any form of captivity with teeth and claws, like a real Gryffindor would do. An unintended bonding between them would be viewed by her as a cage...and an unforgivable betrayal.
He was going to have to be more careful. He didn't want her pushing him away again. He wasn't sure he'd get over it this time...
Tonight, during the game, the inexplicable attraction they'd always shared had finally been reignited and as each round progressed, the puzzle as to their bizarre connection was finally taking shape and coming into focus in Seamus' mind as well. The suspicions that had always simmered under the surface as to who and what Lavender was to him were revealing themselves at long last.
His lover, though, was in the dark about all of it.
And honestly, he wasn't ready to tackle the issue quite yet.
Not that the thought of being bonded to her frightened him, because his uncontrollable physical reactions proved just how much his body wanted her. In truth, he'd never come so hard in all his life as he had a minute ago—and just from the barest taste of her pussy. Last round, when she'd taken him in hand and stroked him to bliss, it had been the same kind of mind-blowing experience. As for his mind, he was dazzled by Lavender's intellect, wit, and charm. He loved her stubbornness, her recklessness, and her odd blending of courage and vulnerability. She personified everything that had attracted him to his House from the start, and all the things he wanted to mimic as well.
Still, they were finally getting their second chance, just starting over so they should take it slow, and he needed to be steady in the course. Letting things unfold as they were intended, just as he'd cautioned her last round, was the right thing to do.
It was now his turn to take that same advice.
Intending to tell her just that, he glanced up...and froze, slammed hard by a new round of lust as he watched her licking his cum off her fingers. "You still taste really good," she told him with an impish smile as her wicked tongue peeked out to lap up the mess he'd left on her. "Like I said last round, you're sweet, like all that honey you keep sucking down."
Oh, hell.
Go on, do it!
His gaze dropped to the lovely pink treat she had still splayed open before him.
Gentle Annie, be blessed!
He wanted that. Wanted to lick it and kiss it until she crashed just as hard as he had. Wanted to hear her moans and her little cries of pleasure, and finally for her to scream his name and to let the whole world know that she was his at long last.
He opened his mouth to suggest one of them get redressed, but what popped out instead surprised even him.
"Want me ta reciprocate?"
Lavender's eyes grew wide...and to his amazement, they went dark with hunger and renewing lust. She shivered, as she'd been doing a lot tonight, and he could practically feel her body slicking itself up with anticipation of his offer.
"Yes," she admitted, wetting her lips with a swipe of her tongue. "I want your mouth all over me, my Irish."
Now's your chance—tie her to you! Take what you want! Do it!
No.
NO!
He wasn't going to be a selfish prick! He'd buggered things up enough thinking only of his own pleasure the first time they'd been down this road, and he wasn't going to risk losing her forever because of a lack of control on his end. He'd grown up, and taken the long-round to finally learn how to do things right for a woman, and by all that was sacred, he was going to put that knowledge to good use!
Tonight was all about Lavender's needs, not his. This was his apology for ruining her first time.
That decided, he firmly shut down the Devil sitting on his shoulder, dropped to his belly and scooted into position between her thighs.
As he pressed his nose gently to her sex, the scent of her arousal had his tired prick going hard again. Gads, he'd already come so much! Yet, here he was, a boner growing between his legs once again! Parting her folds with his thumbs, he leaned forward and gave her soft, wet cunt a slow, thorough lick. The fruity-sweet taste of her exploded across his tongue and had his mouth filling with saliva. "Oh, love," he whispered in awe and bent to the task.
As he enjoyed his fill of her addicting taste, one of her hands gripped his shoulder as an anchor, and the other ran through his hair, gripping tight. Her low, husky whimpers and her begging moans ensnared him as assuredly as any magical bond made through the thrice sharing of his seed.
He was lost, utterly lost to this woman...
"Sea!" she cried out, writhing against his mouth. "D-don't stop!"
No intention, darlin', he thought and gripped her hips tight, burying his tongue deeper inside her core.
He was hell-bent and determined to bring her screaming better than that arsehole, Zabini, ever could have done.
Lavender cried out and arched against his face as he teased the sensitive, little flesh between her legs with his lips. She was so responsive, so naturally sensual and unrestrained. He licked very lightly just underneath the aroused fold of skin, keeping those tiny nerves tingling and on edge. Gently, he pierced her tight sheathe with two fingers, felt the clasp of her sex around them and trembled with the overwhelming urge to penetrate her in a different way, to thrust deep within her until he was buried to the hilt...
Their eyes met down the length of her body and that electric jolt of belonging with her, of doing this with her shot through him to his very soul.
Her eyes widened, her wet lips parted, and instinctively he knew she'd felt that same sense of rightness overcome her in that moment, too.
Tha's right, me love...this is yours. Take it.
The pleasure of serving her was a drug, a sensual drug that he was finding nearly impossible to deny now. His cock was one hard, pulsing throb between his legs, the cool sheets doing nothing to ease the ache, and yet, he couldn't have lifted his mouth away from her then for any reason short of death. The need to satisfy her, to leave her dazed and content...it was his only goal.
Curling his fingers, he teased the moist, tender tissues within her silken sex, parting them with slow, measured thrusts of his hand. Her breasts heaved as he found the right spots, teased them until she was frenzied for release. His tongue lapped up the juices that flowed from her like warm honey, and a deep, resonant moan was torn from his throat as he swallowed her down.
Suckling upon her sweet clit, caressing her with love, he sent his angel soaring into the heavens. With a scream, her orgasm tore through her, forcing her spine to arch and her hands to tighten in his hair. Seamus held onto her hips and drank his fill of her release.
Only when she went limp in his arms did he lift his head.
"You're a master at pleasuring a woman," she said with a contented smile upon her swollen, red lips. In her pleasure, she'd bitten them a tad too hard, it seemed. "I've never come so hard in my whole life."
Her words eased his heart in a way he hadn't expected. Knowing he'd finally achieved what he'd failed to do with her two years ago when he'd claimed her virginity...it was everything.
Seamus crawled up alongside her to spoon, ignoring his erection for the moment. "Was only good because it was wit' ya," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "Ye've got me wantin' ta please, rather than be pleased, me love."
Around a yawn she said, "Speaking of pleasing...I still have your card to do, don't I?"
"Mmm."
Honestly, he couldn't have cared less about the game right then. He'd gotten everything he'd wanted from it. The rest...eh, the most important hopes he'd had by entering this game from the start had been met. He'd made things up to Lavender, he'd won her forgiveness, and now they had a second chance to start over.
What more could he have asked for, really?
"So you don't want to play anymore?" she asked.
He shrugged one shoulder. "I'm here fer ya, yeah? If ya want ta keep playin', we can. If not..." He grinned. "Well, we can do other things."
Like shag until the end of time.
Sounded like a good plan to him.
His partner huffed with tired amusement, her fingernails absently trailing over the hand he rested on her abdomen. "Well, I still want to play," she replied. "So let me get through my list, Mr. Finnigan."
"As ya will, me angel."
Personally, he was more interested in how good it felt to be pressed up against her warm, soft body...
She paused, clearly mulling over where to start. He waited her out.
"You're the most handsome boy in school, and you're the sexiest, too," she began.
Draping a leg over hers, he pulled her in tight and pressed his nose into her neck. "Mmm, tha' so?"
"You're a talented Quidditch player, as well. You think outside the box and move with a good Beater's instinct."
He chuckled. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to finishing playing the game, especially when it was feeding his ego so spectacularly.
"Tell me more, lass."
She lightly elbowed him, causing him to laugh.
"You're spectacular at making things explode," she stated in a dry tone. "Notorious for it, really. Everything you touch goes, 'BOOM!'"
He slid his hand between her thighs, teasing the damp flesh there. "Everything, ya say?"
She wiggled against his fingers and moaned. "Yes, everything."
"Shall we find out if tha's true, me angel?"
They did.
It was.
As she lay panting in his arms after he'd fingered her into a second orgasm, the chimes rang out.
Tired, but stirring to her feet, Seamus helped her redress, then followed suit. Lavender was like a ragdoll in his arms as he carried her to the room's exit, but her smiles and her laughter were giddy.
Before he opened it and they rejoined the others, he held onto his partner a little longer.
Pressing his face into the curve of her shoulder, he confessed, "I can't let ya go this time, Lavender. I did it a'fore and it haunted me, and now...now I know why. It's because I love ya, lass."
She stiffened in his arms and came fully awake.
"Ya were me dearest friend and me first love, and then...ya jus' weren't there, and I been empty without ya these past two years," he hurried to explain before she could push him away and run for the trees. This needed to be said, no matter the outcome. He owed her, them this much truth. "I tried fillin' the space where ya'd been wit' excess, but it was a fool's way, and it gave me nothin' but yer resentment. But tonight... Look, I know ya can't say it back now, maybe not ever—tho' not so secretly, I'm hoping ya will someday—but I wanted ya ta hear me feelings aloud a'fore anythin' else happens a'tween us tonight. It's important ya know...this isn't just sex ta me."
Pulling back, she met his eye and in silence, she considered his words.
It was a long few minutes of him sweating it out before she gave him her reply.
"You didn't ask me a question this round," she reminded him with a slow, jaunty smile that took him aback. "Ask me anything."
He sighed, and ran a soft caress across the bottom of her jaw. To be true, it would have been nice to have heard her say it back to him, but that was asking for the moon, given the circumstances. This was enough.
At least she hadn't spit in his eye, kicked him in the bollocks, and laughed in his face.
He'd take what he could get.
"Would ya like ta keep playin' the game, gettin' reacquainted?"
Pressing her forehead to his, she looked him in the eye.
"I would love to, my Irish." She flashed him a naughty grin. "The best is yet to come!"
Yeah, that's what he was thinking as well.
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
baile = (pronounced 'bAAel') Celtic/Irish meaning, "town".
aoibhneas = (pronounced 'EEV-nass') Celtic/Irish meaning, "Bliss, delight" (the kind that fills all the senses - it stuns you to look upon it, takes your breath away, makes you tingle, makes your blood pound loudly in your ears, smells like the sweetest thing).
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Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Just The Way You Are" by Bruno Mars. Lyrics are as follows…
Oh, her eyes… her eyes
make the stars look like they're not shining.
Her hair… her hair
falls perfectly without her trying.
She's so beautiful,
And I tell her every day.
Yeah, I know… I know
when I compliment her,
she won't believe me.
And it's so… it's so
sad to think she don't see what I see.
But every time she asks me, "Do I look okay?"
I say:
"When I see your face,
there's not a thing that I would change,
'cause you're amazing
just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for a while,
'cause girl you're amazing
just the way you are."
Her nails… her nails
I could kiss them all day, if she'd let me.
Her laugh… her laugh
she hates, but I think it's so sexy.
She's so beautiful,
And I tell her every day.
Oh, you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change.
If perfect is what you're searching for,
then just stay the same.
So, don't even bother asking
if you look okay.
You know I say:
"When I see your face,
there's not a thing that I would change,
'cause you're amazing
just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for a while,
'cause girl you're amazing
just the way you are."
The way you are…
The way you are…
Girl, you're amazing
just the way you are!
"When I see your face,
there's not a thing that I would change,
'cause you're amazing
just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for a while,
'cause girl you're amazing
just the way you are."