So long, so long since I updated. Apologies! Btw, go to my prfoile. SnapesOperaRose has a new forum up, and the link is in my profile. Silas, My Love (the site) destroyed three computers, one of them twice. Bloody ad-ware and spam from stupid adverts...
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His hands rested gently on the side of her neck as his tongue explored her mouth. Only a few kisses, had turned him into a "heathen," but he liked being a heathen. It was different from the sheltered life he had lived in Opus Dei. The mere thoguht of it and Bishop Aringarosa made him stop and look away from Rachel.
"Silas, what's the matter?" She asked, holding his hand in hers. He squeezed and replied, "I never wanted any of this. I didn't want to go back to the streets. I didn't want you to have to suffer like I've suffered. I never meant for Tania --" Rachel put a finger to his lips. "Silas, I've been on the streets. Tania has been on the streets. We each know what it's like to live this way, and none of that is your fault. You chose between God and love, and love won. Love is right here, in the present. You can see love. Love keeps promises. Love doesn't work in mysterious, almost non-existent ways, but it works in hard, long, and confusing ones. God, they say, is omnipotent and benevolent, but how can one being hold so much power without abusing it, even once? God is imperfect. In a fit of anger, he flooded this whole damn world. Thus proving, God has a fiesty temper. Silas, you have a bad temper too." She rubbed her cheek and then his, "I've felt it. But you hold so much power and you don't even realize it. Yet, you remain kind, even afterwards. I think that if there is a God, he must be like you. Because really, it's hard not to love someone who has protected me, loved me, and shown me kindness and compassion. You've shown controlled rage. You've shown naivety at times, but not all the time. You, to me, are God, and I'll be damned if I'm not lucky enough to have his child." She finished off her speech with a kiss and and intertwined his fingers with his. Silas had never been compared to God before, and now, as he kissed Rachel, he felt more responsibility to her, to Tania, and to their future child.
As they kissed, Silas felt the familiar and welcome warmth increasing between his legs. He stopped and looked Rachel in the eye, waiting for directions. Her eyes twinkled, even in the dark, and she nodded. Unzipping his pants and pulling Rachels's off, he tried to find the hole of warmth and happiness that had shown him hospitality once before. Rachel bit her lip and smiled once he was inside and thrusting. Silas kept a steady beat, savoring the scent their bodies produced, and the feeling of being happy. When he came, he was a little disappointed, for Rachel hadn't come yet. Rachel, seensing his fear, rolled him to the side and whispered, "Shh, you did a good job. Like I said, even God has his imperfections."
And I am done. For the moment. I've got another story to update (and I'm deleting Dealing with the Devil, sorry!) so I must go.
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