Stains of Blue

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I couldn't move, could not utter a word or even breathe, when His eyes locked with mine. Somewhere deep below the surface my heart wanted to explode with joy and pride, He had seen it, He knew, He had discovered what non of my friends had - He knew what I wrote about, or at least He felt it - I could sense it, sense that He had invited me because deep down in His heart he knew that every syllable was written about Him.
But on the surface I was stunned, frozen, petrified - His tender grey eyes were way to intense, fixed on mine with this tender, hungry expression that left me breathless.

Suddenly a smile curled His lips, and though my inside seemed to melt in a puddle of adoration the spell was broken that seemed to have bound our eyes to each other, glued fixed and completely devoted to Him.
"Your turn!" He breathed still smiling and nodded over to the pool table. For a second I wasn't sure what to do, but I managed to regain my composure and nodded quickly, gulping for air.
The cue, what surprised me, was still in my hand when I got up and aimed for the table, the white ball lay in a quite convenient position, that should make it easy to score, but I hands trembled and aware of his gaze on my shape I quickly shot - over an inch too far left.
Blushing even deeper I backed off the table, again He smiled knowingly then took His cue by slowly running his slightly rough but so very alluring hand over its length.
"I didn't expect her though..." with an impressive move, that vaguely reminded me of Aragorn yielding his sword, He brought the cue from the floor into a horizontal position over the table and aimed at the white ball again, "To be a young, coy girl..."

I shook now visibly. A coy girl?! Well, He was right of course, what else would I be... but there was more to me, much more! And I felt like He was making fun of me, showing me what I could never have being who I am, talking like I do, blushing and stammering. I was getting more and more insecure during that conversation, He seemed to deliberately manipulate me, dragging me into His space, controlling every thought, every move, every breath wiis eis eyes.
And yet I was more desperate then ever before in my life - desperate for something I never felt, but always wanted, thinking of Him - something explosive, something that could shatter all my insecurities into the wind, something to make me feel again, feel like a natural woman. And it felt like only He could give me... of all men there are, only He could make me feel alive, could satisfy what I was longing for so deep down in my soul.

"It didn't make sense to me at first..." He murmured, but loud enough to make sure I could hear every single word, the ball had missed the hole, I suspected He had done it deliberately but I was too overwhelmed to delve deeper into the thought, and He gestured me to go on, "...But I think I know now!"
I trembled, my breathes were mere gulps for air and my knees seemed to consist of that awful red jelly my brother used to love, but I made my way to the table, bent over again to aim, but suddenly I froze - something warm pressed behind my backside not to hard, but locking me between the table and the source of warmth.
Hands added the exquisite feeling, first lying on my hips and then roaming freely over my back, almost as if holding me down, preventing me from getting up again.

'Don't stop... Oh please don't stop!' my heart yelled at the top of it's lungs, filling me completely with need for this man, this warmth, this dream I never dared to think could be reality. But outside I was shaking, with fear, with need, with shock, panic, love, confusion, hope, overwhelming surprise and desperate passion all at the same time, washing over me like torrents of inevitable emotion.

"Shhh..." He breathed tenderly at my ear, now bending over me, filling me, covering me with His heat, His radiance of power and most alluring dominance. "I won't do anything you don't want me to... I promise... but you want to - am I right?" His warms were wrapped around my torso, stopping me from shaking, giving me strength to calm, to believe in Him, in me, in this... giving me the strength to submit to His radiance and nodded.
"Because deep down inside you long for something you can't explain, deep in your very core you need to feel this, you need someone to break your defences, who knows how to shatter the façade that you erected to delude yourself and your surrounding, not to let them see your boundless sensuality, but you can show - you don't have to hide what you feel, not from me, not from you, not from anybody..."

His hands started to roam over my stomach, very lightly brushing my breast, my erect nipples, trembling chest and quivering neck, I felt his lips in the back of my neck, his nose brushing away my hair, his breath on my warm skin, and very slowly I got aware of something new, something hard against my back and my heart fluttered in nervous excitement and a hint of pride.

"Do you want me to set you free, little one? Do you want me to make you feel like you always longed to feel - like the woman you are deep inside you, the woman you never felt, just dared to show in your art, deluded and well hidden - but not good enough for me... tell me that you want me to make love to you, little one!"

I couldn't breath, I couldn't move, couldn't grasp how He could know me so well. Take one look at me and know everything, more even I do myself and more then most people will ever know, how could he see, how feel what I need so desperately?
But my stomach felt clenched, my vocal chords of no use, no sound would pass my lips, but desperately from the bottom of my heart and my aching loins I wanted Him to know, I wanted to tell Him how much I wanted Him, needed Him, desperately knew how much I loved him. I nodded finally unsfiesfied with myself.

"Tell me, love, please tell me what you want, what you need?" He growled softly, kissing my ear, I felt His warm breath, the soft lips, His gently tickling facial hair.
And suddenly I could do it... as if my heart screamed and not my voice and very softly and hoarsely I breathed: "Please make love to me Viggo, please love me until I forget my name..."


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I shivered in embarrassment about the confession I had just made, but Viggo didn't seem to mind - quite the contrary, he growled affectionately into my ear, the low rumble of hot breath that tickled his vocal chords and completed the exquisite touch of his facial hair on my neck.
"Oh love, I will be more then happy to oblige!" be breathed then and I responded with a low whimper, which I couldn't have held back.
"Was that your 'thank you', baby doll?" he added then, grinning mischievously, slowly got up and turned me around so that I faced him, his steel grey eyes sparkled with hunger and boyish amusement, "Don't worry, no need to thank me... it's... my pleasure!"

I couldn't believe the change in his behaviour...it was so sudden! Yet so fresh and sexy... alluring. Obviously a role he enjoyed playing. The realization encouraged a grin to spread across my features. As if he would imitate my mimics his face changed as well, drawing into a beautiful grimace of suppressed laughter, but then like rain onto a desert we broke out into silver laughter only moments later, just giggling madly to ourselves, his deep thunder chuckle, and my hysterical, high pinched snicker.

I clung to him, as if he was my life line to save my madly shaken body, wrapped up in the storm of laughter on the rough see. His strong arms held me steady though he trembled as well within his well toned chest, I felt so close to him, so secure in his arms, wrapped in His warmth and gentle guidance, all my defences scattered into the storm wind, and without all that, the walls the facades, I felt naked in his arms - but I didn't feel insecure anymore, I didn't feel cold or ashamed, all I felt was good.
And then when the laughter slowly ceased, it slipped out, like the most natural consequence.
"I love you..." I breathed incredulous, and met his eyes, "I just love you..."

His features softened immediately, but at the same moment I knew I had spoiled it.
For a while he just looked at me, the most gentle glimmer in his eyes. Insecure of his action, of his path to approach me, as if I had stopped him in his usual tracks, making him stumble, almost fall.
But after what seemed like an eternity, he raisne hne hand from my hip and while the other still held me close he softly brushed a strand of my hair out of my face and then gently started caressing my cheeks. His softly calloused hands felt like velvet on my skin, sending a million kilovolt of electricity into my nervous system.
But before I could respond, before I could break out of the spell he his hands had worked on me and kiss his fingers, lean into his touch, he stopped carefully grabbing chin and making me look up to him, deep into his beautiful eyes. His brows were slightly raised, even softening his expression, and then he started to speak.

"I can not promise you the world, Iris." He breathed, low and rough in his gentle way, "I can not promise you eternity, and I can not promise you love. It is something I gave up on long ago, my love is my art now and it will always be that way..."
I was sure that I was hallucinating, but that gentle glimmer in his eyes, these beautiful sparkles that made me love him so much more every second he held my gaze steady - they couldn't be tears, they couldn't... I was hallucinating.
"All I can promise you Iris, is this moment, is tonight. We've got tonight, tonight I love you, with every fibre of my body and every wisp of my soul, but I can't promise you tomorrow."
His hand started running down up and down in the small of back, his lip quivered, but his gaze kept steady, locked on mine - and I knew that there were tears forming in the forsaken corners of my eyes, I couldn't stop them, couldn't control any fibre of my trembling body.
"I would understand if that is not enough for you, little one, but I all I have to give..."

I interrupted him, I couldn't bear if he continued. Just needed him close again, I wanted the sexy Viggo back. The guiding one, the Viggo who made me mad with need and love for him. I wrapped my arms around his chest burying my face in his shirt, smelling his scent. I kissing his skin through the fabric his well toned, only slightly haired skin under my lips - and then I realized that I didn't want a part of him, not the sexy part, not the macho part, not the artist part - I wanted all of him, all at once, but I knew it was too much to ask for.

I felt his chest quiver from the softest moan he exhaled, and his hand started caressing my back again. I felt trapped between him and the pool-table once more, just as in the time he approached me from the front. I sighed longingly, there was no way back, whatever his conditions were, I could never walk out now, and I knew I would accept them, whatever they were, I suddenly realized I would accept anythi jus just to be with him.

"Do you want to stay?" he breathed then, while he softly nibbled at my ear, "Do you want to accept what I offer you, even though we both know it is less then you deserve?"
And there I realized the miracle that happened, the miracle he worked upon me - suddenly I wasn't shy anymore, I knew what I wanted. I knew what I needed and for the first time in my life - I knew how express it... and I could.
"I will, I would always, to every condition..." I whispered, "And consider myself the luckiest girl in the world... don't you know that yet, Viggo? I don't care what I deserve, I don't know about it - I just now what I need... and you know that too, you already told me...

to be continued...

(... again on demand!)