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Word Prompt: Poignant
Not beta'd.
Friday night I bake brownies and watch Fools Rush In. To a hopeless romantic like me, Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek breathe magic into Alex and Isabel, renewing my faith in love. I relate even more to the flaws in the characters' relationship now because they remind me of what's happening with Masen.
An hour into the movie, I receive a two-part text from him.
"Affectation of candour is common enough—one meets with it everywhere. But to be candid without ostentation or design—to take the good of everybody's character and make it still better, and say nothing of the bad—belongs to you alone." ~Jane Austen
The quote is poignant all on its own, but the fact that it's from Pride and Prejudice, one of my all-time favourite books, makes it even more meaningful. I don't think Masen could have said thank-you for our talk that afternoon in a more beautiful way.
I'm proud I was able to be so honest and up front with him. I feel as though I've finally made a small step towards being let in by him. Now that I'm on the right path, I want to give even more of myself.
Knowing what I know about Masen, I can't move forward with any expectations. My heart has to remain open, regardless of the extremes of his personality, and I have to be willing to speak my mind. I can't let my fear of being hurt hold me back in any way. Above all else, I need to be quick to forgive while we navigate this path. At this point, I'm still guessing about what he wants. I'm pretty sure the attraction I feel is mutual, but I'm the only eager participant right now.
You're just saying that because you want my brownies. If you're not busy, you're more than welcome to come over for one. ~B
His polite refusal comes quickly.
Sounds delicious, but I have to work.
I give it one more shot. If nothing else, I'm making it clear that I want him here.
They're still warm. ;)
Now you're just being cruel. What are you up to aside from creating tempting baked goods?
The honest answer borders on indelicate, which makes it the perfect reply.
Watching a movie. I'll probably take a bath when it's done, if you're not coming over.
A few minutes pass before I'm fairly confident he's not going to respond. He's not ready to be direct with me, and more than likely, he's realized that if he changes the subject again, I'll just change it back. That's kind of my point. Plus, I want him to think about me, even if it's just in a fleeting way.
Once the movie ends, I clean up after myself and send Masen one last flirty text.
Slipping into the tub. Vanilla-scented bubbles for the win! Good luck with your work. ~B
An hour later, I'm curled up in bed, mostly asleep, when he finally replies.
Sweet dreams, Bella.
His likeness is behind my eyelids when they close. He's so alive, so real. The dimpled smile, green, green eyes, and carefree laugh I don't hear very often, they're all for me.
His smouldering look betrays how badly he wants me. He moves closer, kisses me. The heat from his lips spreads through me like a wildfire. His arms wrap around my back, hands drifting lower, teasing and taking. I arch into his touch when his fingers dip into my panties. Hot warm breath on my neck, a knee pushes my thighs apart. Hard, he presses himself where I want him most.
The images falter once I begin to undress him. My brain only knows his clothed form and seemingly doesn't wish to substitute anything illusory or inaccurate. The last thing I remember is his deep voice pleading with me to 'Please stay. Don't leave me.'
I wake up sweaty and panting, a demanding ache between my thighs. Relief is compulsory. I slide my fingers down my body, under satin and lace, until I feel slick wetness on my fingertips. The memories are so easy to conjure, his mouth sucking lightly at my neck, tongue swirling, fingertips dancing across my skin, our connection, intense, voltaic. It's a chimera of reality and fantasy that has me crying out for him in no time.
As I drift back to sleep, I wryly wonder how he'd like waking up to a text describing my dream and the consequence of it. Text flirting indeed.
A/N: Someone (think me) fell asleep on the couch last night before posting the chapter. Oops! :p Sorry for the delay. :) I blame my cold (and perhaps the Nyquil.)
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