Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Fate's Call #13

*evil laugh* (that's about all I have to say!) *wink*

            Erron was enveloped by the pleasantly plump woman that Jarek had introduced as Anais. She hugged her back, unsure what else to do as she was squeezed into the shorter woman’s softness.
            Jarek’s chuckle made her look up over Anais’s shoulder. “Anais, you’re smothering her.”
            His father looked amused, as well, with one corner of his mouth lifted. The two men stood side by side not far from them.
            Anais released her with a bright smile and squeezed her hand. “I’m so glad you’re here, lass. Fair like me, and so gorgeous.”
            Gorgeous? That was the first time anyone had ever complimented her. Someone was glad for her presence? When had that ever happened before?
Heat rushed her cheeks and she looked away. Jarek winked when he caught her eye and her face burned even more.
            “Thank you,” she whispered.
            Stepping forward, Jarek’s father took her hand. “It’s nice to meet you officially.” He leaned in and brushed a kiss onto her cheek, his whiskers tickling.
            Erron smiled and looked into the dark eyes that matched her—what? Fiancé? Yes, the man she would marry. Her heart flipped. “Thank you for having me.”
            “Having you, lass? You’re family!” Anais exclaimed.
            She wanted that.
            Jarek snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side, planting a kiss on her cheek.
            “It’s getting late,” his father said.
            The older couple faced them, his arm around Anais, holding her like Jarek held Erron. She didn’t want to be parted from Jarek, but they weren’t married yet. Where would she sleep?
            “Lass, I’ve a loft across the way, above my shop. I sleep downstairs. You’re welcome to it,” Anais said.
            “You don’t live here?” The words tumbled out of her mouth. She blushed, fidgeting against Jarek’s side. “Sorry, that was rude of me.”
            “No, not at all. Kirgan and I are to wed, like you to my lad. I don’t live here, yet.”
            Jarek’s father and Anais gazed at each other and smiled. Love. So much love. Erron’s heart skipped a beat and she looked up at Jarek. What did she feel for him? Something strong, surely. How? They hadn’t known each other long enough for it to make any sense.
            “I’ll get the bed made up for you, lass,” Anais said.
            She nodded and both older people smiled at her.
Hand in hand, the woman and Kirgan slipped out of the living area of the tanning shop.
            Erron was alone with Jarek.
Her heart thundered. “I want to stay with you,” she blurted. Jarek’s smile made her stomach somersault.
“I want that, too. But Anais would tan my hide.”
Pulling her into his arms, Erron sighed against him. Safe. Warm. Cherished?
“It’d be worth it, mind you,” Jarek said, winking and kissing her forehead when she looked up at him.
Erron smiled.
“Let’s head over there, too,” he whispered after pressing a tender kiss to her mouth.
She nodded but her heart was heavy as Jarek lead to her to Anais’s home and shop.
Several hours later, Erron tossed and turned on the unfamiliar pallet. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but sleep had abandoned her.
The unbelievable day marched across her mind over and over. She was away from her father. Free. A handsome young tanner made her toes curl when he kissed her and he wanted to marry her despite her past. Erron grinned in the darkness, her heart flipping.
Noise at the door of the small attic loft made her roll over on the pallet. Her stomach fluttered but she forced a breath. No one was coming to harm her.
Jarek peeked in, a lantern held in front of his face. “Are you sleeping?” he whispered loudly.
“No,” Erron said, sitting up.
He had to duck to slip inside the short door, but he closed it silently, his lantern casting shadows. Jarek hung it on a hook near the door, illuminating the room in a pleasantly dim glow.
“I thought Anais would tan your hide if you stayed with me,” Erron said, but she wasn’t bothered in the least. She was relieved to see him. She wanted nothing more than to be with him.
Jarek grinned pure mischief and her tummy somersaulted, her heart picking up speed as he took a seat on the end of her narrow bed.
“I pretended not to hear her sneak into my father’s room and then waited until they were…busy.”
She laughed and he inched closer. Erron reached for his hand and he entwined their fingers.
“I’m shocked actually. She’s always so proper,” Jarek said, bringing their joined hands to his mouth and pressing a kiss into her knuckles.
“Well, they’re both adults.” Her breathing was rushed as his dark eyes locked onto hers and he came even closer.
“So are we,” he whispered just before he covered her mouth with his, yanking her into his arms.
Her heart pounded as she melted into him, slipping her arms around his neck. Warmth spread over her body and Erron moved her mouth under his, their tongues dueling. Heat pooled between her legs, startling her as she recognized desire.
She wanted Jarek. Wanted to be naked with him as he moved in and out of her. She wanted to give him what her father had always taken.
Erron shuddered, banishing the horrible memories. She was with Jarek. Norden had no place in this room.
He kissed her harder, pulling her even closer, her breasts flattening against his hard chest. She moaned into his mouth and shivered, clinging to him.
Jarek froze, pulling back from their kiss. “Oh, Erron. Blessed Spirit, I’m so sorry. I—”
He’d misinterpreted her body’s tremble.
“It’s all right,” Erron said quickly, leaning up to kiss him again. It was quick and left Jarek staring, his gaze searching her face.
“After what he did to you, I shouldn’t have—”
Erron looked down, heat rushing her face. “I want to be with you,” she whispered. “I want to marry you.”
Jarek titled her face up with gentle hands. “If you never wanted a man to touch you again, I wouldn’t blame you.”
“How can you want me?” The whisper fell from her lips. She swallowed against the sudden lump in her throat.
His brows furrowed. “You know what happened to you isn’t your fault. Don’t you?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. It’d never occurred to her before. Did she blame herself for her father’s actions? After all these turns?
“Erron.” Her name was hard and she blinked. He was angry, but not at her. “Don’t tell you me you’re letting that bastard saddle you with guilt. Fathers are not supposed to rape their daughters.”
Erron winced. No one had ever said it out loud before. It hurt. Tears welled and spilled. She swallowed hard again.
            “Please don’t cry.” He thumbed away her tears, kissing her cheeks, forehead and then pressing his lips against hers.
She sniffled and let him pull her back against his chest, one big hand making warm circles as he rubbed her back.
            “What he did to you, it was not your fault. I want to geld the bastard.”
            Erron didn’t answer him. She let herself be enveloped by his warmth. She was safe. Her eyes drifted closed.
Time passed, but was it minutes or hours?
            “Erron?” Jarek’s whisper lifted her head from his shoulder. Their gazes locked. “I know it makes no sense whatsoever, but I have to tell you something.”
            “Hmmm?” she asked, biting back a yawn.
            “I love you.”


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  1. Hey Chrissy, I just nominated you for the Versatile blog Award! Come accept your prize on my blog. :)

  2. And I love your writing and you, SSB!!!! Thank you!!! Muah!

  3. Ohh.... :) I love cuddling moments. Nice one Chrissy!

  4. Waaa! I love the ending :) so sweet!

  5. Very well written! I enjoyed her reaction to the compliment. Love the ending!

  6. What a bittersweet scene--nicely done!