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Short story I was toying with...submit for prior contest
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Snowy Homecoming by Sherri Kirbis..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />
He opened the door to Moira's suite slowly, the heady scent of her still lingering on the air. Stepping into the room Damien glanced around making sure all was set for her return. The wood polished until it gleamed from the light of the fire. A tray of chocolates, bread chunks, and fruits placed in the center of the table of the sitting section, or as she preferred to call it, her personal library. Rich red chaises placed under the windows with thick white blankets tossed casually across the back. Even now he could see her draped there. Just through the thought of her he could feel the hint of her skin playing along the tips of his fingers. Walking further into the next room he let his eyes wander over the large bed. Wood here shone with richness and light flickered in the large four posts. New emerald green bedding had been put in place, Egyptian cotton to slide silkily against heated skin. A large vase was full of white Calla Lilies, her favorite flower. The bath off of the room done in muted shades of reds and greens, a perfect setting for her delicate skin. Her red hair flaming against her alabaster skin while emerald greens eyes flared with life. White candles of all sizes had been placed throughout the rooms, to add to their soft tones. One thing that they had always agreed upon was candles, so much better than harsh electric lights.
Shaking his head in disbelief as he left the rooms, they were cleaned and had new bedding in place yet the ghost of her scent still lingered on the air. Perhaps just a trick of the mind since he knew her scent so well, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla mingled in a way that you could almost taste it on your tongue. A smirk teased the corners of his mouth; it was also why he consistently told her she smelled good enough to eat. Being pleased on the state of her quarters he headed down to the front sitting room to watch for her.
He stood at the window sipping on brandy and watching the snow bluster in the night. In trepidation filling him and slicking itself over his skin as the storm gathered its force and pressed on harder. She would be on foot for the last leg of her journey home and no creature should be out in this weather. A small prayer slipped through his lips that she would make it back to him this eve. A book seller brought her out in this weather for a fool's mission. She was never one to let anything hold her back if there was something that she wanted, one of the qualities most admirable about her. The gent offered her a book deal that she couldn't have turned down.
They had lived here in this grand house for just short of a decade. Even after all this time he still had yet to convince her to be fully his. To wear his ring and make their lives together official, something she always scoffed at. He could hear the words ringing out in her voice inside of his head, "Damien darling, love is nothing that needs to be chained by a sheet of paper or a ring as a marker of possession. Risking our lives together and having one another is all I need for the rest of our lives. Besides, living this way always gives me a bit of a rush, like I'm being naughty." Then she would laugh and continue on with whatever project she had set about for herself. Maybe tonight will be the night to finally convince her; the thought alone had his stomach tripping over itself.
Looking up through the window he finally caught sight of her green coat as she came around the corner. The coat swishing about her ankles, and knowing she wore her treacherously high heeled boots with a sure foot on the ice. Coming fully into view, the light from the street lamp showing how the snow glistened in the ringlets of her auburn hair and made it shine as if a thousand diamonds were threaded throughout. Heart skipping beats as she drew near to home and back to him. Damien raced up the stairs to light the candles and draw the bath before she could get to the house. Tonight will be a night of magic and surprises as he treated her. Once this was accomplished he raced back down the stairs and settled into a chair, brandy back in hand, idly flipping pages in a magazine. A look of nonchalance flitted across his face, as if this was an ordinary evening for either of them. He had to work at steadying his breathing as heard the clip of her boots on the front stairs, opening the door and finally coming home to him.
He watched her come in, felt the cold of the air as it followed at her heels. Her eyes were flashing with anger as she came across the room to him and took his brandy. Silent humor spread across his face as he watched her down the brandy and cough on it. "That will do you Moira. Now what has gotten you into such a snit?" "Snit? Snit? You think this is merely a snit? That ass William got me into ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />New York City and for what? I'll tell you what, absolutely nothing! " The color rose to a high pink in her cheeks with help of the heat, anger and brandy. Water splashed in droplets across the carpet as she paced. Tearing the gloves from her hands and tossing them on the table. "The ass tempts me into traveling in this blasted storm with the claim that he has a first edition print of Oliver Twist in perfect condition, ready to sell to me. Trash, bullshit and trash was all he really had once I got there. Just fancied being able to see me again and new he could draw me out with drivel!" She stormed now, popping one of the buttons off of her sumptuous jacket taking it off and tossing it to the floor all the while her heels clicked from the slate floor to the carpet. "I get there to find he thinks it is some kind of date and that this would be the appropriate time to woo me. Can you believe what a fool he is! Why didn't I just listen to you and not go all that way just to find out it was bullshit." She stopped at a sigh and he looked up at his jewel, suppressing a laugh so as not to get her started again.
Damien stood up and crossed the room to where she stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. She let out a sigh and nuzzled her cold nose into his neck. Her voice just a throaty whisper into his ear, "Damien darling, where is it that you plan on taking me and just precisely what is it that you are planning to do when you have me there?" "You will see ma petite, you will see." With ease he carried her up the flight of stairs to her quarters.
She let out a soft gasp as he entered the room with her still in his arms. Crossing to the table he sat with her in his lap and fed her bits of fruit. Enjoying the wonder in her beautiful eyes while she took in all the small details, seeing it all just as he hoped she would. He stopped only momentarily to lick the juice as it dribbled from her lips. She stole a brief kiss, "Amazing Damien, it's simply beautiful. From the food to the bedding, oh the things you do for me." She kissed him again harder this time, trying to push it into being something more. He gently stopped her, "Ma petite, there will be plenty of time for that soon. Right now let us concentrate on you." Moira laughed and the sound of it filled the room, "That would be a perfect way to start concentrating on me, what is all this? It's lovely but surely not what I expected to come home to." "Words seem to fail me. Let me just show you." He rose again and lifted her, settling her weight in his arms. He took her into the bath and set her on the edge of the tub. When she tried to speak he hushed her. "This is not a night for words. Let's leave them for the morning light. This is about me showing you how a princess is treated." Moira smiled down at him as he kneeled before her, taking the boots off of her feet.
She relaxed as his deft hands reached up underneath her skirt, slowly rolling down each stocking and then placing them gently on the counter. Taking her smaller hands into his, he pulled her gently to her feet. Damien traced the line from her jaw to her neck before grasping her shoulder and pressing lightly to get her to turn before him. Sliding the zipper down her dress and lowering slowly down until it produced a satin puddle at her feet. Twisting her hair he clipped it back like he watched her do a million times before. Turning her to face him once more he kept intent focus on her eyes, pressing her ample breasts from the corset that was barely holding them. Bending to press a gentle kiss on each of her distended nipples, unlacing satin ribbons to drop the corset. Breathless at the sight of her almost nude he lowered himself to the floor placing kisses down her center removing her panties, watching as his long black hair mingled within the reddish mound. Sighing Damien rose to his feet, gently picking her up and placing her in the heat of the water. Candle light danced along her skin. He loved how she watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt baring his lean muscular torso, his skin as fair as her own. Donning the shirt he knelt on the puddle of clothing and started to wash her skin with a thick sponge. Soft moans fell from her heart shaped mouth as she gently slid further into the water, letting herself float as he let rivulets run from his cupped hands to rinse her freshly scrubbed skin.
Reaching in and sliding his arms beneath her, he brought her naked flesh to his bared chest. Moira tangled her hands into his hair and crushed her mouth to his, biting on lips and twisting of tongues, again he pushed her gently back setting her on a thick towel to dry her wet skin. Damien's deft hands delicately massaged her with cinnamon oil. Loosening her muscles further, covering every inch of bared skin from her neck down and producing the smell of her that he had so fallen in love with. The heady scent of her combined with his desperate need of her left him almost dizzy.
Carrying her into the bedroom and placing her tenderly on the bed he finished undressing. Taking a single lily from the vase he crawled across the bed to her. The tip of the flower used to tantalize her skin. Raised goose flesh showed in the trail where the tip once was. Upon reaching her toes he used thumbs on the arches to release the last bit of tension. His full mouth trading places, a tongue following the line up the inside of her leg. Moira spread her legs for him and let him gaze upon her tender pink mound. Red wisps of hair giving way to a molten treasure. Silently he sunk his mouth into that mound. Tip of tongue tracing lazy circles on her clit, producing a trembling in her belly and legs. Soft pants came as his mouth worked her beautiful pussy. Damien felt the hard length of his cock pressing into the coverlet, holding back his need for her until she was satisfied. Her hands tangled in his hair as she arched her hips up towards his face, burying him further into her mound. Not letting up only increasing the intensity until she screamed his name out into the night. Her fluids coating his tongue as she came hard against him.
Pulling her up until she knelt before him he devoured her mouth. Moira's tiny hand covering his cock and started to slowly stroke it, only to reach further down its length and pull lightly at his balls. She stroked until he shook with his want of her. He pressed her back down gently, chanting her name as he slid slowly into her. Taking her nipple into his mouth and rolling it over his tongue while she arched up to meet his thrusts. Their fucking a dance that left him weak of heart. She sheathed him so tightly he thought he would burst. He pushed up to take in her eyes as he drove himself into her faster. Reaching down to stroke her clit wanting to make her come against him again while inside of her, to feel her quiver and tremble down his length. She screamed for him to fuck her harder, becoming a wild beast driving incessantly into. No end in sight as they coupled hard and furious. "Now ma petite, come for me now", Damien commanded before he lost all control. She raked her nails down his back as she came hard against him, only then did he allow himself to release his seed into her. Panting and dropping into a sweaty mass beside her.
Once able to speak again he risked all the courage he had left inside of him. He picked up the forgotten lily and traced it lightly over her skin and listened to her giggle as he tickled her with the flower. "Ma petite, I can not offer you much. What you have here within these walls is all that I can offer, is all of me." Spreading his hand and gesturing with his upheld palm, "This is all that I offer you. Me and the various bits of magic in life that I can offer", he pulled her into a spooned position alongside him. Feeling her dewy skin against his and fearing how much he had to loose at this vary moment. Reaching up behind the vase on the nightstand he pulled the case and laid it on the pillow next to her. "I know your convictions on this matter, but Moira, I am asking again for your hand."
He closed his eyes as she sat up next to him. Opening the box to reveal a princess cut emerald set in a beading of diamonds with a platinum band. He had the band carved with the Celtic knotting of protection. Moira gasped and tears trickled down her cheeks as she took the ring from the box handing it to him. "Damien, it's absolutely stunning. I am in awe, would you please do me the honors of placing this upon my finger." His hand trembled as he sat next to her and slid the ring onto her left hand. Smiling up at him and then kissing him softly, she whispered, "Here is to a bullshit free life. I will be your princess."
Looking out at the snow as dawn broke. "Ma petite you have just completed my dreams."
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