Chapter 2
A/N: I realized the last chapter was very rushed and I found that many times I but 'she' instead of 'he'. I apologize for all the grammar mistakes and well go over this chapter much more careful. I never planned this to expand, but I'm terribly bored, so I will. Also, if you would like to see the end of this chapter (you will see why later), please inform me and I will put up a separate story.
Grey-eyed-goddess: Thank you for your complaints on the story. I hope this chapter appeals to you.
Alphabet of Thorn: Thanks, babe. I will try to sneak in his red hat and stripped suit. Maybe there will be a flash back, hmm? Just not about the philosophy club (nudge nudge, wink wink).
Soft lips with the hint of alcohol embraced her senses and immediately she was drawn in. When his soft eyelashes flicked against the bridge of her nose she almost melted. This one moment, the moment she had waited for since Shiz, that made her believe that maybe she had a chance for her wish to come true.
Years she had been nothing more than the pretty girl in her father's eyes and the poor cripple in the eyes of strangers. All that didn't matter. Boq was the only thing that mattered to her. Her wish, one of the only wishes she had ever made was for him to see her more than a pretty cripple. Was this her moment? Her wish?
"Boq…"Nessa whispered into the air.
"I'm so sorry, Madam." Boq fell off the bed in his haste. "I never meant to…"
"Boq!" Nessa said louder.
The stunned man blinked rapidly, bid her a goodnight, and tried to leave the large room. In her bed, the bed her mother gave birth to her and her sister and took her last breath, the bed her father bid his farewell, and now the bed she slept in, she called for him. If only she could make this bed Boq's also.
"Please don't leave me now." Nessa clung to his white undershirt.
"This doesn't feel right..." Boq took her pale hand and placed it back onto her lap.
"But does that make it wrong?" Nessa put out her last defense.
Pitiful, her begging was pitiful and childish. But, yet, what else could she do. She could not talk to him, laugh with him, or even dance with him. The only connection was his service and her power. Nothing to love, lean, or depend on. To beg was the only plan she had.
"Boq…"She grabbed his hand. "Ignore our position. Just think of me as Nessarose and you as Boq. Forget about your height and my legs. What do you think then?"
Maybe it was the moon streaming in through the window, maybe it was the alcohol running through his blood. Whatever it was, it changed the mood of the room. The atmosphere shifted and she soon found Boq sliding his silver boots off.
"What are you doing?" Nessa gasped as Boq slid off his heavy silver belt.
"Aren't we…"Boq stopped.
"Well, yes, I suppose." Nessa said, although she hardly knew what they were going to do. She had never quite kissed a man before tonight, save her father, so she had only a slight idea what would happen next.