FRIGHT NIGHT 1985

Twist of Fate

Chapter Eight

by

~GaGa4FrightNight~

~Vendehla~

The manor was dark and deeply quiet which made those silent bare footed steps much more audible. Down the long corridor those bare feet shuffled and brushed against the hem of the dark green robe. A simple soft glow of a candle cast the moving shadow along the corridor walls.

Thea moved as silently as possible along that stretch of corridor. Her breaths were heightened, heard them almost clearly in the silence. She reached those double doors. In one hand she held the candle and in the other a key, an identical copy of the Lord's chamber key. She quietly slipped the key into the lock then very carefully twisted and heard the click. As silently as possible she opened the door enough so she could slip through.

Once inside the large be chamber she blew out the candle. Very quietly she closed the door then turned and faced the direction of the Lord's bed. Her bare feet moved on tiptoes as she silently moved towards the large canopy bed. She had been in that chamber more times to count but that evening she was more nervous and still uncertain about what she was doing. How was she to awaken him or should she?

She slowed her approach, saw through the shadows the distinct shape near the edge of the bed. She continued forward and set the candle atop the bedside table. For moment she stood there and looked down at Jerry as he lay asleep. She couldn't to sleep if she tried for her mind was too confused and filled with concerns. Her hand lifted and again she did her nervous habit, chewed on the tip of her nail while her hazel eyes shifted and scanned his sleeping form as it was draped over by the bed linen.

Again her eyes looked to his face. Such a handsome face, she thought, even in such shadows. Her lips softly grinned while she continued to nervously chew her nail. Any woman, she determined, would be beyond lucky to see such a remarkably handsome face each and every day. Any woman, she decided, would be envious of her for she had been proposed to by him. She slowly nodded, agreed she was most definitely lucky.

She looked to the bedside table then reached down. Her fingers fumbled a bit and retrieved a match from a small matchbox then carefully she lifted the glass vase of the table lantern and quietly set it down. With a quick strike a match was lit then she lit the lantern wick. Very carefully she rested the vase in place and a soft glow illuminated within the chamber. Her eyes shifted and again she smiled upon seeing his handsome face in the light.

Again she nervously chew her nail then pushed herself forward with the uncertainty of her idea. She slightly leaned and rested her hand flat against his partially exposed chest then gently tapped her fingers. He slightly moved, she felt his chest heavily heave against her hand as he took a stirring breath. She tapped her fingertips a bit more then drew her hand back. Her eyes focused on his eyes. Such lovely eyes, she thought, and so expressive. She watched his brow do that slight furrow which accentuated the distinct lines between his brows. She chewed her nail a bit more nervously as his eyes frowned more then started to flutter open.

Jerry slightly blinked against the soft glow of the lantern light. His eyes shifted and looked to Thea who stood beside the bed awkwardly chewing her nail. "Thea," he softly spoke her name and adjusted a little more laying flat on his back then questioned, "Is there something the matter?" he watched her gently shake her head then asked, "What are you doing here?"

She finally dropped her hand then tucked both hands behind her back. She nervously rubbed her lips together then tried to determine an excuse besides the actual truth. "Well," she finally spoke with her eyes awkwardly shifting about, "For three days we had not, well, really spoken to one another and I could not sleep because of concerns."

He adjusted again and propped up on his elbows. He continued to frown and questioned, "And what concerns do you speak?"

"Well," she spoke with a soft and unsure tone, "Concerned I am, that perhaps you might have changed your thoughts about," she paused, uncertain of her own words, "Well, about us."

His frown held firm and he slightly shook his head then questioned, "Why such concerns because of not speaking?"

"I know not," she confessed then found herself again chewing the nail of her right hand finger.

"There be no need of concerns." he said, "And no, my thoughts have not changed." He sat up and studied her nervous demeanor then inquired, "Have your thoughts changed?"

"No they have not." she quickly answered.

"Good," he commented, yet sensed there was more to visit, "That be all?"

She shook her head but quickly switched and nodded.

He slightly grinned then asked, "Well, what else then?"

"I know not." she lied, afraid and nervous.

He titled his head and narrowed his eyes suspiciously then commented, "Aye, you know."

She felt herself about to back away from what were her true reasons for waking him. "Well," she continued her nervous tone and nail chewing then caved to her indecision, "My apologies for waking you."

"Oh, do you dare not." he protested and brought his legs over the side of the bed, "You shall not say there be more then deny and leave."

"My mind changed." she confessed then took a step back.

He huffed then rose up off the bed.

She took another step back then shook her head and stated, "A mistake and I apologize for waking you." She quickly turned but before she stepped her way out of the situation he firmly grabbed her left shoulder. Her face nervously grimaced.

"Thea," he said her name and stepped up behind her.

"Jerry," she softly said his name back.

He brought his other hand against her right shoulder and stepped forward. His fingers lightly brushed against the loose collar of the robe. The right side of his face caressed against the left side of the drape of her chestnut brown hair. "Please," he softly coaxed, "Why had you come to me?" His eyes shifted and took immediate notice there was no glimpse of a nightgown within the wide opening of the wrap of her robe collar. His lips curved into a soft crooked smile, had an idea why she had come.

Her head somewhat bowed and turned to her right. She knew why she had come to him but now felt uncertain. She felt the brush of his fingertips as they curled against the hem of her robe's collar. She forced herself to turn her head, felt him begin to guide back the collar as he gently pressed behind her. Her eyes shifted forward and gently closed. She focused on the sensation of the back of his fingers as they gently grazed across the curve of her shoulders guiding the robe. Her head rested back against him, the heat of his hands molded over the shape of her bared shoulder and tucked beneath the robe. The heat of his hands was felt as they firmly pressed down the length of her arms guiding the removal of the robe.

Bit by bit he felt the heat of her bare skin through the thin material of his nightdress. Her backside was slowly exposed, his hands continued down the length of her arms. Over her hands his moved, the robe dropped to the floor and exposed the entirety of her lovely naked figure. For years he imagined what beauty had hid beneath the layers of undergarments.

His eyes peered down over her shoulder, studied the lovely shapes and tones of her beautiful feminine figure. He felt his own flesh begin to heat from the excitement of finally being allowed to admire her delicately curved figure in all it's natural glory. He subtly entwined his fingers with hers then gathered her arms and embraced her with both their arms. Her deeps breaths were audible in that pure silence, felt the heave of her chest and studied the gentle motion of her exposed breasts.

He turned his head ever so slightly and grazed his lips against the side of her softly flushed face, felt the distinct heat. He held her against him, indulged in the warmth of her body. He leaned back slightly, enough to shift and brought the left side of his face against the right of hers. Again he grazed his lips against the sweet softness of her face as she continue to lean back against him in their embrace. So long he wanted to touch her, explore the beauty of her naked form. Yes, there were moments of touching but nothing as remotely intimate as that anticipated moment. His right hand left hers.

With a gentle graze of his fingertips, his hand traced downward along the gently curve of her hip. He lowered his arm at the shoulder, his fingertips traced further down along the outer curve of her slightly trembling thigh. His hand pressed against the soft flesh of her thigh and momentarily lingered to indulge in the smooth feel of her heated flesh then he guided his hand against her inner thigh.

She kept her eyes closed, focused on every new sensation of his bare hand against her bare flesh. Her breaths deepened. Her body felt nearly burning, could feel the actual blushing that seemed to spread from head to toe. Such electric tingles burst from wherever he touched, the subtle graze of his lips and the gentle press of his hand. She heavily sighed the moment his left hand left hers and brushed across the sensitive plump flesh of her breasts. Again she sighed the moment his right hand moved higher against her inner thigh.

His eyes slightly fluttered in response to the release of being free to touch her completely. His lips firmly pressed against the gentle slope of her neck. Over the fullness of her breast his left hand molded, heard her softly moan in response. Higher his right hand continued until again she moaned but with more heightened excitement. Yes, he praised, much more sweeter than actions forced hindered by layers of clothing, nothing now but flesh on flesh.

Her neck arched to the side as she fell further under his physical spell. His lips firmly suckled and tasted the side of her neck as his hands worked wondrously the heightened sensitivities of her body. Her right arm lifted and brought her hand back against the thick black length of his hair. Her head turned until finally their eyes met then their lips. Her body responded eagerly to his touches that ignited all new pleasures over every inch of her.

He stepped back, his hands and arms slid from her body. As he stepped further back his eyes scanned down the wondrous beauty of her softly illuminated body. Those heavenly details of her backside he embedded into his memories. Every subtlety that created the perfection of her beautifully endowed curves from the valley along the center of her back down to the outward roundness of her rear and along her perfectly shaped thighs. His eyes lifted, took in those details in reverse and looked to her just as she turned to the side. Again his eyes studied, her lovely profile, the outward curve of her breasts and the small of her stomach. Beauty at it's most purest, he praised in thought as a satisfied smile formed over his lips.

He lifted his right hand, reached out to her. He watched closely as she turned and faced him. Again he couldn't resist taking in every inch of her blessed beauty. She stepped forward motioning her lovely curves and reached her left hand towards his. Their fingertips touched, she took another step forward and their fingers entwined. He guided her forward and firmly brought her against him. His eyes penetrated into hers. He guided her arm around his neck as his left hand firmly slid against the small of her waist then shifted down molding downward over the outward round of her rear then nudged her even firmer against him.

She became lost within the depths of his beautifully dark eyes. Her body trembled and gently shuddered as he grazed his right hand along the shape of her arm. His fingertips traced down the shape of her side and soon both his hands were firm against her rear and held her against him. Her hand wove within the thickness of his richly black hair and urged him to kiss her. She again desired the feel of his full mouth against hers, knew the wonders when his touch and kisses were combined. Her breath was held the moment his lips deeply kissed hers, again she willingly allowed herself consumed.

He firmly caressed his hands into the soft yet supple flesh of her rear then dragged his fingertips firmly combed upward over the curve of her back. He savored each of her physical responses, the subtle trembles of excitement, the deep heaves of her chest pressing her breasts against him, and that slight eagerness about her hips. Her lovely hums, sighs, and soft moans enticed him further. His hands moved to the curve of her shoulders then slid and embraced the sides of her neck. Deeper his kiss became, tasted her lips and each of her heated and heavy breaths. Then he was somewhat taken by surprise.

Her lips suckled from his lips and eagerly pressed against his chin. Her hands gripped his loose and undone collar then kissed and suckled from his chin. Down she pressed kiss after kiss, along the strain of his throat, the dip centered between his collarbones then against his the exposed portion of his chest. Her hands trailed down against his chest as she slowly crouched. Her fingers started to gather the hem of his nightdress. Her eyes opened and shifted up as her head tilted back.

He looked down at her, there was a bit more fire about her which was quite refreshing and pleasant. His lips again softly grinned and he watched her too form a very beautiful grin across her full lips. His grin broadened the moment he felt her heated hands against his bare skin beneath the drape of the nightdress. Her hands slide upward against his thighs raising the hem then upward she rose. He reached behind his shoulders and gathered up the nightdress and swiftly removed it and dropped it to the floor.

Her hands pressed flat against his bare chest and slid upward forming her fingers over the curve of his shoulders. Her eyes eagerly studied the lust and desire radiated throughout every expressive detail of his handsome features. Her hands slid and moved her fingertips to his chin then very lightly her fingertips traced those very distinct lines about the corners of his naturally slanted full mouth. She loved every detail that created his unique features, even the tense lines between his dark brows.

"I love you." she spoke within a whispery breath, "Oh, I truly do love you."

His lips softened into a gentle smile as his eyes studied the beauty of her stunning face. Her large angelic hazel eyes expressed the truth of her words just as they always had. It was her eyes that he truly first noticed when he woke from his illness. An angels eyes filled with the purest of sweetness, caring, and, now, undoubted love.

His hands lifted and gently moved over hers as her fingertips lightly rested against the shape of his jaw. "Aye, and I undoubtedly love you, my angel." he said with softness, "You are my angel, my savior, and my love and not a single soul or being could hinder me of those truths." He again pressed his lips against hers and her arms quickly embraced around his neck then his arms swiftly moved around her and raised her off her feet.

With a shift in his footing he turned then guided her down against the bed. Their kiss heightened in passion. His left hand first gathered her right hand, swiftly entwined their fingers then brought her arm down against the bed. Swiftly both her arms were brought down against the bed, their fingers entwined. He slightly lifted from the kiss and his eyes focused within hers. His eyes were tensed with focus in study of that anticipated moment. He gently motioned and listened to her gasp, saw the slight gape of her lips and her eyes softly flinch. Again another gentle motion and again she gasped with a soft whine. He felt her body's eager instinct and again he motioned but deeper.

The wonders of the purest moment of complete surrender to the beautiful physical expression of undoubted love. The sweetness of her virtue given only to him. Her every response, vocally and physically, done in honor of giving to him the most beautiful gift in show of true love. There was more pleasure to be had when that precious and intimate act was committed out of love. Miraculous were those natural instincts, their bodies became in sync in the rhythm of that act of proving their love in the highest form of intimacy. The further that beautiful act continued the more wondrous were her responses, vocally and physically. The more passionately their bodies moved in rhythm the more intense grew those responses.

Their hands released and again their lips came together just as the moment escalated with intensity and passion. His left arm moved beneath her neck and firmly his hand embraced her left shoulder and the kiss was deepened. His right hand swiftly explored her fiercely trembling and sweat dampened body. His every firm touch sent her body into further trembles and orchestrated muffled whines as their lips were inseparable. Higher and higher he guided them both towards that moment of beautiful euphoric completion. And with held breaths that synchronized completion exploded far beyond expectation as their bodies were nearly inseparable.

They released their held breaths the moment their lips separated just a mere inch. Both their bodies trembled and they looked into each others eyes. The depth of their love nearly glowed within their locked gaze.

"I love you," he heavily breathed and within his brown eyes read vibrantly the true depths of his love for her. He had never thought love would be his again to feel. He never thought his heart could ever beat for another as it did in that moment for her. Though sad, he realized right then that his love for her surpassed the other love he once felt. She was everything to him and he knew that there was no other that could make him feel as complete as he did in that very defining moment.

Her eyes studied his and saw for the first time a glisten of emotional tears. Her lips formed a gentle smile. Yes, he truly loved her and, yes, she truly loved him. "I love you." she whispered, "Aye, I most certainly do love you." She brought her arm around him and pressed her hand against the back of his hair. She was content as he eagerly embraced her with his face buried against the side of her neck.

Her eyes closed and a single tear trailed from the corner and she whispered, "Aye, I do love you."

And from that evening gave way a new level of Jerry and Thea's passionate romance. The ring remained on her finger but the announcement still was delayed. Yet, they knew what they were to one another and no confirmation was needed. Their every moment alone became a heightened expression of their love. Thea's willingness to move beyond where they had been for five years had triggered a higher level of Jerry's lust for her which was practically taken notice by every member of the household with exception to the returned sister who seemed oblivious. And amongst those noticing members was Tayte who angrily stood watch to what she felt would be her sister's downfall into devastation.

Yet, a wicked path of a destructive nature brewed in direction of the Dandridge estate with its Lord as the full on target. A darkness grew in the farthest horizon aimed to consume the light that currently surrounded the lives of those within the Dandridge estate. A darkness witnessed only by the one individual that recently became part of that sprawling estate by accident or by fate but witnessed in another time, Charley Brewster.

(Author)

DUN-DUN-DUN! Yep, the darkest of times are but upon us, folks! Oh, what did y'all think of that Jerry smexy time? Hmm, what is somewhat reminiscent to Amy and Dandridge's oh scandalous dirty dance sequence... Huh? So had Jerry used inspiration from his moment with Thea when seducing Amy? Hmm? Could be! *wink-wink* Okay, Vendehla and I shall continue putting out Fright Night fat heads together as this story continues to brew.

FRIGHT NIGHT FOREVA!