Friday, January 11, 2013

Welcome Home (pt 2)

(Note: If you haven't already done so... read part 1 first...)

A knock on the open bedroom door brought Nathaniel’s head up. “I thought you were leaving.”

“I couldn’t.” Elizabeth watched him sitting cross-legged on the bed. “May I come in, please?” When Nathaniel nodded, Elizabeth entered the room, joining him on the bed.

She watched as he massaged his thumb over the top of a little wooden box.  “You kept it?” she asked the obvious question. As a going away gift a few years ago, Elizabeth had given Nathaniel a wish box – a small box in which wishes could be written down and placed inside. Her chest tightened as she realized he had not only kept the box, but kept it close to him.

Nathaniel nodded, and opened the box. He removed the top piece of paper and handed it to her silently. Elizabeth read it. “I wish she wouldn’t leave.” 

Elizabeth let a tear fall as she turned his head towards hers.  “I’m not going anywhere.”

Nathaniel didn't look at her, but she could see the doubt on his face. Her shoulders slumped. She may be upset with him still for leaving her three years ago, but she didn't mean to hurt him now. Especially when she considered the fact that he hadn't meant to hurt her by leaving - she knew that. He was doing what was best for him and his fiancee at the time. "I'm sorry for trying to walk out." She paused, slipping off the bed to kneel in front of him, her hands on his knees. "I got scared, and well, you know how good I am at running." 

"Scared of what?" He watched her as she'd meet his gaze, then lower her eyes, then bring them up again. She was definitely nervous.

She took a deep breath before answering. "I have never had a simple kiss affect me like that. I felt..." she shook her head, trying to get the words to come out right without sounding like she was some innocent teenager. "...I felt that kiss in my heart and soul, not to mention um..." She felt her face get warm.

Nathaniel chuckled. He slipped his finger under her chin, bringing her gaze up to meet his again. "There was nothing simple about that kiss, for me either," he admitted, staring deep into her emotion-filled blue eyes.

Elizabeth moistened her lips with her tongue as she watched the fire dance in his eyes. Desire, fear, maybe a little sorrow, all seemed to fight for control in his gaze, emotions which she was sure he could see reflected in her eyes. He leaned down, kissing her lightly, his lips barely moving over hers. She raised herself up on her knees, bridging the gap between them, her hands still on his knees, slowly moving up his thighs.

Nathaniel uncrossed his legs, placing them on either side of her. He let his one hand slip from under her chin to behind her neck, holding her against his kiss. His kiss stayed tender, teasing, as his other hand caressed up her arm. She tried to deepen the kiss, bringing one hand to the back of his head to pull him closer. He resisted, his tongue lightly tracing her lips, but not yet slipping between them. When she whimpered, he pulled away, his breath shaky as he placed a small kiss upon her forehead.

With a little coaxing, he helped her move back onto the bed, next to him, his hand caressing her cheek softly. "Definitely nothing simple about it," he whispered, his gaze holding hers again. He kissed her again, this time harder, hungrier, as he laid her back on the bed. Still caressing her cheek, he let his other hand slip under her shirt, the touch of this warm hands on her flesh bringing forth another whimper.

Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his back, slipping her hands under his sweater, her fingers exploring each muscle, each inch of his back, squirming beneath him as his fingers traced over her ribs. He moved his lips from hers, kissing across her jaw, nipping lightly at her flesh, then moving down her neck. His fingers slid upwards, brushing over the underside of her lace bra.

She moved her hands to his chest, pushing him slightly off her. Raising himself off her, he gazed at her questioningly. Nibbling on her lower lip, she smiled and grabbed the hem of his sweater, pulling it up. He smiled back into her eyes, removing his sweater, then helping her out of hers.

"Wow," he whispered, his eyes roaming over her slender body, the soft pink lace covering her breasts, the pale tone stomach. She blushed, his gaze fueling her desire as much as his touch had. He traced one finger from the hollow of her neck, between her breasts, over her belly. He leaned closer to her. She shivered as she felt his hot breath on her neck, arching her head back as she felt his lips begin to follow the path his finger had just taken. Her arms wrapped around his back again, her fingers pressing into his shoulders as his kiss reached her belly button, his tongue swirling around it. Her hips raised to his.

"Nate, please?" her voice was barely a whisper.

Nathaniel kissed back up her stomach and chest, kissing her lips again slowly, all too briefly. He laid his forehead against hers, trying to calm his breathing. Lifting his head, he kissed her forehead then smiled softly, caressing her cheek. "I'm not sure this is a good idea right now." Uncertainty laced his voice.

Elizabeth sighed. "I know," she admitted hesitantly, "but damn I want you."

Nathaniel chuckled, "I know." She grinned, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss him again.

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