The Acquisition of Memories. Chapter 42- Silver-light
A/N:
Some quick/slow blessed relief for you all, dear readers, after the trial of the previous chapter!
Warning: So this is M-Rated and NSFW- and very lovingly so.
I do look forward to comments and discussion on that front. I do apologise for the amount of notes in it and my inability to separate sections of it better via underlining and line breaks between many of the points. The FF interface is glitchy at the best of times and I often struggle with it freezing as I am editing in Doc Manager. I gave up on such a large document in the end as every single edit I performed would freeze me out for minutes at a time. My original Word Doc had all that stuff in, but the FF interface won't always pick it up. Sorry.
Hope you like this one. Only a couple of chapters to go after this and I do hope to have them up by tonight.
Kind Regards,
BorneToFlow. : )
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"I could never lose sight of my love for you, a chagair," and he kisses her tenderly on the tip of her nose…
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…Charles dots gentle little kisses all over his beautiful strong lady's tear-stained face- his lady who has sifted through the ashes of the ruins of a world filled with war and darkness and cruelty…to find herself again and then lift herself, and others, into the light of the world again.
As they hold each other tightly again and drift ever closer to further morning rest, and some rest for their shared mourning, Elsie feathers away his own residual tears for her and for the world and for all of their pain- and Charles knows.
He knows.
Even with all of these harsh and horrid memories, old boy.
He knows.
There is always great love to hold onto.
There is that.
There is love.
There is love.
And Life is good.
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After the darkest hour,
The dawn must surely come.
Still.
Alone together.
In Silver-light we bathe
And forge ourselves anew.
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BorneToFlow
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The Grand Hotel, Honeymoon Suite.
Scarborough, Yorkshire.
Thursday, 3rd June, 1926
Elsie and Charles spend much of the day resting. Once they finally decide to change out of their night-time attire, they bathe quite opulently in the middle of the day, then eat lunch in their room, and read intermittently from Thomson's Autumn poem to continue to remind themselves of the beauty still to be found in the world. And they just hold one another. There is no need for them to face more of the rest of the world today. Today they have already given it so much of themselves in heart and mind and deed.
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They only venture out in the very late afternoon to stroll south along the spa bridge road and Cleveland Way walking path until it dissipates at the rockier South Bay area. They sit silently on a bench, Charles' arm resting around Elsie and they just watch the gulls flying overhead, the high clouds floating cleanly on the mild zephyr- and they listen to the sounds of the soothing seaside- speaking little and relaxing in peace, agreement and closeness together.
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On their way back up along Southern Cove promenade they breathe deeply the refreshing cool air that seems to rise through the dissipating haze of the heat of the day even as it falls.
They decide upon having dinner at the Scarborough Spa Rooms, enjoying some sweet summery white wine with it. Replenished, they segue seamlessly into a silently agreed upon round of dancing as the seaside concert band plays a range of lovely dance tunes- sounding out the last of the day and welcoming in the stillness of the night as the lustrous silver light of the waning quarter moon glints off the rippling tide as it rolls into the shore. The wind has changed direction and the cooler easterly sea breeze ruffles their hair, returning a hint of their carefree holiday demeanours to them and they start truly smiling into each other's eyes again, the heavy fog of war and grief that they have finally, and quite necessarily, traipsed through today begins to fully lift and they can see each other and their love anew.
Deeper.
All these simple freedoms of the day and evening serves to revitalise them, and after a final smooth and flowing foxtrot around the expansive seaside dance space, they feel refreshed by the salt tinged air and communicate their want for greater closeness with each other through their glimmering love struck eyes alone. At the end of their turn about the black and white chequerboard floor, they glide in unison from the crowd and disappear into their own private universe once more as they head north over the lofty Spa Bridge pathway that leads them right to the Grand Hotel and Elsie and Charles re-enter their quiet room.
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Tonight, they stand in silence again at the window of their lofty room to look out upon the sea under the moonlight once more. They are so high above all of the world. There is no one but them and no one who will see the love that they share so intimately and passionately. Once more their thoughts align in an unspoken agreement, they both want to keep the room lights off and the curtains open to allow the cleansing gentle light of the waning moon bathe their lovemaking with its magical beams.
Slowly they undress each other and place kisses over each other's pale skin in all the places they now know, both instinctively and from their quickly burgeoning experiences together, will garner the greatest pleasure for their partner.
In time, they guide each other naturally towards the bed and lie together to continue their sweet devotions.
Charles rolls to his back and beckons Elsie to him quietly.
"Come, my Love, let me kiss you, come up here to me… let me taste you again," he whispers deeply to her.
Elsie is ever so briefly stalled by his request, but really, they have explored so much of each other's minds and bodies these last days that this new formation seems just another natural progression in their closeness and deeper connection to one another. It feels innately right that she could take this position over Charles as he willingly gives all of himself to her in this way. It feels so right that he should express his love so fully to her with his most intimate kisses. The sheer wonder she feels as she grips heavily onto the headboard and then looks down upon her own body's fulsome curves, pale and white and sheened with sweat and she actually sees the slow movement of his love swollen tongue and lips upon her is truly exquisite and she finds her bliss quickly, powerfully and blindingly clear in the moonlight. He seems to sigh deeply into her and her own voice sings out the song of them in a combined and beautiful wordless vocalisation of their purest love. Charles feels that he is drinking in liquid moonbeams from his delightful wife and he hums his own bliss heavily onto her swollen dark bud and sepals and she rises in dazzling shimmering ecstasy above him once more.
Now gasping and feverish in her desire for more of Charles, she turns quickly over the top of him. She needs him deep within her again and given their other explorations this week, she easily straddles and engulfs him in her still quavering pleasure, crying out in an immediate and powerful climax as he fills her with all of his heat. Charles runs his hot hands up and down her lithe and shining sides as she rolls and rises slowly and rhythmically above him. He sees her full and beautiful hips engulfing him repeatedly as he traces his fingertips down her spine- the moon-shadows glancing of the ridges and into the dips and curves of her graceful back as she looks out of their large bay window to the clear night sky and the gleaming half shell of that constant silvery orb.
Exquisite.
She is so beautiful and alive. Her head drops backwards as she crests yet another silent wave of pure pleasure and he lightly and ever so gently wraps the full weight of her silver streaked and flowing hair around one of his wrists and forearm as he sits up further and presses his chest into her back, craving more of her warm smooth skin against him as he licks and kisses and lightly nips along her shoulders, his hand splayed heavily on her undulating belly, feeling all her womanly rhythms embracing him so sweetly and so deeply.
"Yesss, Elsie…Oh yesss… your skin… so soft… so beautiful… my beautiful love…" he calls her on- slower now, as his free hand alternates now between squeezing heavily into one of her breasts and rolling one of her perfectly hard nipples over his open palm, and then gripping firmly onto her hip as she arches her back so strongly, and he helps lift and move her up and over him again and again. Languid. Fluid. She is magnificent and she is so very close again.
Again!
Incredible!
It is so utterly incredible - the amount of joy she holds within her. He feels so blessed to help her find it over and over again- to share in her rapture with her. He holds her hand and guides them both to herself, to her centre, and they glide her towards her peak yet again, and as she finally sinks down, panting and blushed with wonder from this most powerful zenith, Charles motions for her to lift off him.
"Els, oh my Els,… I want you again… I want to see your eyes when… "
"Yes Charles… Oh yes..."
And from somewhere in her love and moonlight addled brain, she commands more of her body- because she still wants that with him too- to reach their final bliss in unison with his eyes looking right into hers. And so she finds the strength to lift off of him, but before he can move to roll over her, Elsie is overwhelmed by the intensely beautiful sight of him, filmed in their sweet and fluid love- silvery, rugged and hard- the ancient power of the moors rising up through his whole body- it is in his skin- like that night he proposed to her, that night he wanted to stay stuck forever with her by his side- the night he told her in his own precious words that he wanted for them to live as closely as two people can in the time they have left to them and tonight, they are.
They are.
She takes him and kisses deeply onto his slick and glistening hardness, Charles gasps and rolls his hips like an oncoming storm across the land between them, almost losing control right then and there. But he somehow holds, because this slow and delicate dance tonight is one that he just does not want to ever end. He wants this night to last forever for them. He has never felt closer to her, never felt so free and wild, and she is right there with him, giving all of herself to him so freely and naturally too, and he can see she wants more and more as well. And Elsie can taste all of herself on him, sweet and exotic and humid and full- and she can taste Charles too – his virile manliness – musky and heathery, natural and deep-born- now intermingled with her own heady flavours. It is just so precious.
So precious.
She wants to share all of this with him- wants him to know them this way too.
"Els,… Oh Els… let me … want you…want to be inside you .. again … want you so much again… Oh, Els…"
"Yes, Charles … oh my lovely Charles… want you too. Please…" and she moves onto the bed she beckons him home to her lies opens to him and he re-joins with her and as he kisses her so deeply and he can taste them both upon her swollen lips and it is strange but somehow right and he knows that this is what she wanted him to know- to know who they are when they are together fully- not just her and not just him, but them. And it is such a precious gift. So very precious. His eyes sting with hot tears for the beauty of them together and he whimpers with such desperate longing into her mouth. And he just wants to see her rise for them again, he loves it when he can see her soaring for them and so he rolls them over once more and they pause only briefly and separate so that he can shuffle back up onto the pillows at the head board, for he adores seeing Elsie riding tall and strong and straight backed and gloriously powerful with him.
"Charles, let me taste…" she gasps, "love… taste us again…"
"Yesss , Els .. yesss.." he whispers out, for he loves it too, and he gasps again as she takes him again and kisses him deeply and then moves to straddle him once more and kisses their essence deeply into his mouth – her eyes wide open and gazing pure light into his own that are catching the reflection of the moon behind them in their inky darkness. Perfection. Her tongue dances slowly with his, keeping sinuous time with the excruciatingly slow swirling and rising of her hips. And each time she rises dreamily above him she runs her delicate soft fingertips over the slick and heady moisture of them bathing his hardness. And as she offers themselves up to him he thinks his mind will just explode with elation for this finest gift of them – so freely and surely shared.
Elsie sees him rising, feels him thicken within her even more, and even as her own body seems to scream out for greater speed and friction in this mindboggling moment of sacred communion, she instead slows completely, rises one more time to touch them in the place where they are so intimately joined and wraps her legs as tightly as she possibly can around his back, and stills completely. She stills. And she embraces him just as closely as he holds her within the circle of his large strong arms. Her eyes locks onto his eyes, she does not waver, but slowly pulls him deeper, welcoming him into her core, surrounding him completely, holding him, she takes the essence of themselves on her own hand, places it between their open lips and they kiss the gleaming life of them back into themselves. She is still. He is still. Only her internal muscles work now to move his solid heat within her to their ultimate peak. He can feel her shimmering around him. Intricate, delicate, hot warm, liquid - like moonbeams rippling over the silent movement of the sea as it settles over the shore at night. And as she feels him rolling gently but swiftly and powerfully- as inexorably as the tide- inside of her, Elsie leans back in her rising ecstasy and gazes in absolute and joyous wonder as the silver-light that has bathed their silent midnight room with its soft glow this evening as they have loved each other so delicately and so slowly and so very sweetly seems instead to roll and slide forth from deep within him like quicksilver. And wide-eyed, Charles sees her in kind- the purest silver-light bursting forth from all their skin.
Together.
And in their final bliss they sing sweet and sure and low into each other as they kiss with weeping joy.
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