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Chapter 17 – MATURE CONTENT
Silas jerked his head back, hitting the wall again. Rachel opened her eyes, chewed her upper lip and blushed. "I'm sorry Silas, I really should go." She turned on her heel, cursing under her breath for the lack of judgment she had shown. He's a monk! We aren't supposed to be talking or this clothes anyways. With me, he's already broken at least fifty rules...Silas watched her leave, then quickly walked behind her, catching up. "Rachel! Please, I do not wish to be alone." He held her hands in his own, and was surprised by how soft they were. Rachel looked down at his rough skin and sighed. "Okay Silas, I'll stay." Silas breathed a relieved sigh. Still holding her hands, he said, "We could just talk." Rachel smiled and said, "I'd like that." He led her to his mat as they sat against the windowsill, just chatting about random things. Silas mentioned his past, and Rachel compared hers to his. Rachel talked about the odd assortment of characters she met in prison, and Silas did the same. When they had nothing to talk about, they leaned their heads against the wall.
Rachel's mind floated through a variety of songs, but none seemed to be the right one for how she felt right now. Except one. Angered by this song, she shook her head. No! This isn't the song for right now! Right now, a better song would be Words so Leisured! Who was that by? Come on, you aren't that old. Ah, yes! Franz Ferdinand! Silas watched her lips move, silent but full of passion. Her eyes showed great emotion, as if in an argument. "Rachel, what are you doing?" Rachel's head pooped up and said, "I'm thinking of a song that would be appropriate for this time and place." Silas nodded. He never listened to music unless it was hymns in church, which he rarely sang. His chillingly cold voice roared with more emotion than the other brothers singing did. Also, he was too deep to sing up there in the choir stands, his voice stuck out like a Rabbi in a Neo-Nazi parade. "May I hear this song?" Rachel gave him a weak smile and shook her head. "Nope! I'm just going to watch you suffer." Silas grunted as he crossed his arms and faced the wall, his Crucifix staring down at him in a scolding manner. Forgive me Father, I have sinned...Rachel waved her hand in front of Silas's face. "Hello! Earth to Silas, do you copy? I said I would sing the song to you under one condition." Silas turned his face towards hers. Rachel was stunned by how his soft, calm expression had turned back to a murderous glare. "What are your conditions?" Rachel's chest clenched as she stared into his eyes, a pitfall into stormy clouds with the thunder and lightning of a tormented past behind them. "Well, I would sing for you if..."
Silas felt his muscles constrain with impatience. "If what?"
Rachel's eyes darted back and forth, as she wondered whether to say this or not.
"Well?"
"I'll sing for you if you kiss me!" the words escaped her lips as she instantly regretted it. Smooth move, ex-lax.
Silas's eyes fell to the ground and back to his Crucifix. He recalled a prayer said jokingly by a younger monk. "Sex is evil, evil is sin. Sin is forgiven, so let's begin!" At the time, they seemed so meaningless, but now, now, he felt the words were true.
"Okay." He met Rachel's quivering eyes with his own steady ones.
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all." Rachel leaned forward again, lips slightly parted as her eyes closed. Silas followed the motion, and when their lips met, he felt a rage of soaring flame burn through him, engulfing him in fire as he felt Rachel's tongue penetrate his mouth and dance back and forth across his mouth. Disgusting as he once thought, now it felt amazing, as he lost him self in a hot, fiery kiss. When he felt the lips remove their selves from his mouth, he opened his eyes to find Rachel blushing. "I've never kissed a friend before." She said, fumbling with her hands. "I hope you enjoyed it." Indeed Silas had enjoyed it. It had been his first kiss. "I did, but you owe me a song." Rachel smiled and looked into his eyes again. They were warm and soft, flickering with curiosity. "Maybe one more kiss will jog my memory, what do you think?" Silas lifted one eyebrow as he leaned forward, this time, with no hesitation. Rachel smiled as she felt his tongue in her mouth, unsure what to do. Holding his face steady, Rachel kissed harder, feeling a trickle of saliva fall down her chin. Silas had no idea what he was doing, but his hands sure did. They ran up Rachel's leg, gently as she kissed him faster. Silas could feel himself getting excited. His hand ran up the curves of Rachel's torso as she let out a soft groan. Pleased, Silas wanted to hear her do that again and ran his hand under her shirt, looking for a bra, but not finding one. Pulling his hand out from the shirt, he could see her nipples beginning to harden. Intrigued, Silas laid her down gently, and pulled off her socks, shoes, and pants. Underneath lay white lace, panties and Silas did his best not to touch the scars on her legs. Fortunately, Rachel opened her legs wider for him, allowing easy passage. Silas sat kneeled between her legs, and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing two large breasts for Silas to enjoy. He gently cupped them both in each hand and massaged them, listening to Rachel, unused to foreplay, groan in delight. He kissed her cheek, slowly leading to her neck as he felt her pulse beat with incredible pace. Running his hands over her shoulders, he kissed each breast, sucking each nipple so that Rachel's hands dug into his scalp. Smiling, he pulled her panties off and let his fingers play there, enjoying the wetness along with Rachel's hiccups and flinches. Just when he couldn't take it anymore, He pulled his robe off and entered her, causing her to jump against him in surprise. She let out a cry and Silas held her by the shoulders to calm her. Meeting her lips again, Rachel tried to maintain total control of her breathing. Silas pushed a lone lock of hair behind her ear and smiled. Slowly, he began, Rachel's hands running down his neck in pleasure. He grunted with each push, and Rachel made small gasping sounds. As he went along, he became more accustomed to the motion and began going faster, Rachel let out a cry of pleasure as she pulled herself up and held on to Silas for support. He was going faster now, and Rachel didn't know how much more she could take, unused to this kind of sex. As he kept pumping, he felt, Rachel, straddling him now, run her hands down his back, making every scar, cut, bruise and welt disappear with her touch.
Bishop Aringarosa needed to talk to Silas. Hoping he would be in his room instead of with what's-her-face, he proceeded down the hall to his room. As he opened the door gently, he could see sitting on Silas's mat, him, and the girl he assumed to be whoever, straddling him, her face twisted in pain or pleasure. Silas was thrusting like a mad man now, and the girl kept crying out, her body flowing with the ease and motion of Silas's body. Shocked, he quickly closed the door and ran down the hall to his office.
Silas could feel Rachel's body tense and her walls clench around him. He had to make this last few times good. He began thrusting with all his might and Rachel began crying louder. "Silas..." she murmured. Turned on by his name being called, he went faster, holding on to her. "Silas!" she whimpered. Silas kept going until he felt her nails dig into his back and heard her yell his name, "Silas!" she said, exasperated. Feeling a gurgling rush rise from his stomach to his throat, he let out a roar of satisfaction. Gently cupping Rachel's head as he laid her beside him, he tried to catch his breath. It was a good thing he was in shape, and judging by the six-pack on Rachel's stomach, that she was too. They tried to calm their breathing, and looked into each other's eyes. Silas sighed and said, "You still owe me a song." His voice was completely serious, but Rachel laughed. "Okay, okay, you get your song." Well, here goes nothing...
Words so Leisured – Franz Ferdinand
She's an emotion avenger
She is the villain who sends her,
Line of dark fantastic passion
She knows that you will surrender
Knows that you will surrender
You want this fantastic passion
Will have this fantastic passion
You can feel her lips undress your eyes
Why should ugly skin not never feel
Never feel your fingers tingle
tense anticipation, on it
This one is an easy one
Feel the word and melt upon it
Words of love, words so leisured,
Words are poison darts of pleasure
Die
Yes, she's in her black world tonight
Watch her dye your black hair white
Rob you of your muscle slacken, all the skin that was so tight
So ask for a reason, oh ask for any reason
Oh ask for the one reply, for the one reply
Try for reason
But passion never lives it dies
With reason
Try for reason
Then die
Silas listened intently to the song, Rachel's voice like the harmony of 1,000 angels. He didn't understand what the song was saying, but it was enough that Rachel was singing to him while they held each other. For him, that was enough.
Rachel stared at Silas; his seemingly harmless frame had proven otherwise. I'm going to remember this and maybe regret this for the rest of my life. She felt her eyes flicker shut as Silas rubbed her shoulder. Marcy was wrong. I had nothing special with Kevin. I never can. I never can and never will. I never will, I never will! Even as she heard herself repeating this, she knew she couldn't help but realize the truth. Was Silas just the first guy she could talk to without having to get undressed? Even then though...But Kevin cared for her, truly? No Silas did! Rachel kept running these thoughts through her head until she fell asleep, Silas still cradling her.