Authors note: I decided to make this chapter into Samuels' POV, please let me know if you like it. If so I will continue.
Samuel
She was mine now. All mine after weeks of pinning after her. She was now mine. I felt safe now, as she found comfort in my arms, her head leaned on my shoulder.
"Then be mine."
Those words echoed in my mind with a sacifying chime. I was hers too. I never thought I could be a part of her consideration. We had kissed, we had touched, but I never thought she was really that into me. Everytime we spent time together, it seemed her mind was somewhere else. Something or someone. But I was wrong. She didwant me. I remember the first time I had ever laid my eyes on her. Her face looked as if it was made of stone, she did not pay me much mind at first. But I had saved her the night that we met. Or at least that's what I would like to think. I remember covering up her exposed torso as her breathing became normal again. I breathed a sigh of relief. I remember her long, oval face looking so peaceful as she napped next to me, I did not wish to wake her, the lines on her face seem to dissipate as she rested. But she woke up and her lines returned, she was far too young to have lines on her face.
But I find them beautiful regardless.
She now, was coming over everyday, not a night has past where she did not come for a cigar and talk. I will say she does not kiss me often anymore, I assume it's because she has me now. She would hold my hand, and kiss my fuzzy cheek. I thought of shaving off my beard, but she told me she liked it, so I did not. Her fingers would often play with it, she would tug to tease me. A grin on her face as she did so. Funny, when I first met her, I never took her for the type to tease. I was wrong. Once our friendship was built. She would play along with me. I love a woman who could bantor.
She was the first woman I had met after my late wife that had set a fire underneath my heart. My chest burns hot when I am with her, my palms sweaty, it's like I am teenage boy all over again. She consumed my thoughts when she wasn't near me. I wanted to spend all of my day with her. All of my day, for all days, I don't need space from her.
I wonder if she feels the same. Late at night I ask her.
"Integra." I say criply.
"Hm." She responds, smoking a cigar as her head is on my shoulder. Her eyes closed, she seemed to be somewhere else again.
"I feel as if you have become a tad distant." I say. She sits up immediatly, giving me harsh eyes.
"Distant? Whatever do you mean Samuel?" She asks, offended. I almost feel bad for asking.
"Well, We never go to your manor, we only go to mine. And, we hardly touch, is something wrong?" I ask with concern.
She shakes her head. "I am sorry you feel that way, Samuel, But my feelings are the same." She explains. "I'm sorry if i'm not affectionate enough." She says, putting her hand on my shoulder, she gives me a soft smile. My brows furrowed. I touch her shoulder in return, she was wearing too much shoulder pad.
"You make me feel like a fool." I say, teasing her.
"You are a fool." She sasses back, playfully.
I chuckle kissing her forehead. I love her.
Integra stood up slowly, letting my hand that was on her shoulder drop to my side.
"Would you like to come over saturday?" she asks me, fists on her hips, her head tilted just enough to where her some of her hair covered her face.
"Saturday?" I question. "Of course." I agree.
"Good, I shall have a special meal made for us." She says, smiling brightly.
"Oh, I'm excited." I say, smiling back.
I stretch out my arm, and take her wrist, sitting her on my lap.
"Woah.." She laughs. She sits straight on my lap, like a bird in a tree. "You are quite forceful." She adds.
"Would you rather I not?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "I like it."
I laugh. "I must say, I will never take you as the type to be bossed around."
"Oh, you are correct." She says corrects me. "I do not get bossed around. But I do like the idea of playing submissive." She raises her eyebrows.
"Oh, that's right." I leaned in giving her a kiss on the lips, she kissed me back. Her lips were soft and smooth. She pulled away far too quickly.
I frown, but she does not notice. I could kiss her forever if I could.
"You know, sometimes I miss you even when you are right here." I say. Her eyes widen.
"Why is that?" She asks me, her voice husky.
"Because I don't want you to leave." I say. She chuckles, and moves a piece of hair out of my face.
"I don't want to leave either." She answers me, "I wish I could spend more of my time with you." She kisses my cheek, then my jaw. I tilt my head back slightly. Then she moves her lips to my neck, I shiver and a small moan escapes my lips. I l feel her smile against my skin, and she rubs her bottom against my zipper. I jump up a little. This what I wanted, but it felt a bit forced, I pull her off my lap, but still allowed her to kiss my neck. She still tries to climb on top of me. But I stop her, but she still eagerly tries to get me underneath her. She hungrily nips at my neck, and her hand travels down my pants. I stop her this time. I grab her wrists firmly.
"That's off limits." I tell her softly.
"Please?" She begs. "I just want to try."
"No." I saw firmly. Giving her a stern look. "Absolutely not, we have been through this."
She sighs disappointed, but she accepts. She sits on my torso now, arms folded. She stares down at me.
"You are not getting laid." I say.
"It's not about sex." She says.
"Then what?"
"I want to take it to the next level." She explains. "I want to be closer to you, I am dying too."
"Then get to know me." I say.
"Haven't I been doing to that this entire relationship?" She snaps at me. I jolt my head back a little.
"We aren't to that point yet." I say. My voice calm. I wonder what she was getting at, we haven't been physical really. So Now I am left to wonder what she means.
"No foreplay." I put my foot down.
She groans and rolls her eyes. I could tell she was use to getting what she wanted, she was spoiled by someone, I just don't know who. I still wonder if she is a true virgin, as bad as that might sound. I would not judge if she wasn't, but it seemed odd she wanted to get so physical so quick.
"It's funny when you act like a spoiled rich girl." I laugh. Trying to change the tone of the conversation. I was socked right in the chest for that comment. I let out a painful groan.
"Owe.." I rub my sternum, she can punch quite hard.
"Take that back!" She demands. I manage to let out a wheezing laugh before apologizing.
"You say I act distant then reject me…" She comments. "What sense does that make?"
"Well, I don't want to rush things." I explain, "But I want to get close to you both emotionally first, before anything."
"I see…" She nods, unfolding her arms. She leans down and kisses my cheek. "I can agree to that." She says.
"Good. I'm glad we are on the same page." I say.
"Me too."
She leans back up again, then sits next to me. I sit with her. I pull a pack of Mistys 120's out of my breast pocket of my suit. I lite it.
"May I have one?" Integra asks me. I give her one a lite it for her. She inhales and exhales with ease.
We finish our cigarettes and go outside.
We take a walk through the maze in my backyard. I had it planted a few weeks ago, it was now complete, and I had wished for her to see it. She hooks her arm on my mine as I lead down the stone path to the fountain in the middle of the maze.
"This is beautiful Samuel." She compliments, her face relaxed.
"Thank you my love. I figured white roses would go with the brick of my manor rather than red." I say.
"It's lovely." She says. "But I would have gone with blue."
I loved her advice.
"Do you think I should add blue roses?" I ask.
"Yes." she says. "Blue and white would make a nice contrast with the Mansion."
I nod. We make it to the fountain. I sit her by the edge, I take the spot next to her.
I look at her face, she was beautiful no matter where she was, or state she was in. She could age to eighty tomorrow and she would still be as beautiful as the day I saw her. I loved the way her hair fell around her face, The way her chin came to a point. And her how her eyes were sharp, and wise. I wish she didn't have to where glasses so I could see them unfiltered.I loved her long nose and thin nostrils. She looked like an angel of judgement shining down on me with her grace. I know she is mine. But I wish there was a way for her to be mine more. To be one with her.
"What are you looking at?" Her voice snaps me out of my daze. I shake my head.
"You." I answer her, smiling. She smiles back. I could see a faint blush on her cheeks, and I felt a bit of smugness.
"Me?" She points to herself.
"Yes, you."
She looks down at the ground, at her feet, silence falls over us. The sound of the fountain increased. I put my arm on her thigh, Then kissed her cheek. I then put my hand on her back. She leans back on my hand, and she relaxes, putting her weight on my palm. I hold her in my arms, I could see her heart, vibrating her chest.
She must be nervous. I wonder why, she seemed content, maybe she was wanted to do something but couldn't find the courage, so I kiss her, she kisses me back.
That's what she wanted.