Kiss Me Hard; Damn You!
Wash it off.
[Julian]
"I saw it on his face when he finally returned to his apartment.
After having discovered a box full of items that bow down to one thing : Rose, noticing the beautiful guilt on his face did not even come as a surprise. It was clear to me that he had left his home for the first time in months to go and make love to Rose. It was plain and simple, and I did not need a proof, a sign, a word.
I felt the sudden urge to both smack his face and hug him tightly. I wanted to scream, I wanted to laugh in bitterness and in irony, because I knew he had gone and slept with my woman that was his woman.
So I muttered a few things and rushed off, to Rose's apartment. I could see it on her too. Her face was splattered, beyond her incredible beauty, with guilt and happiness. She had missed Sebastian, but she felt guilty for it all. I was strangled by pity at that moment. Such a beautiful woman, such a curse of a destiny, such a nothing of a life.
Rose Wexler, girl of good family, ran into a relationship that took the best of her. Her very boyfriend made her a prostitute for the fun of it, and, now, she was thrown into her boyfriend's brother's arms. Cursed to love them both, apparently, at least that is how I can only explain all the guilt floating around her. I want to stroke her everly sleek hair and simply leave her where she is. I want to kiss her and to love her and I want this life to be still for a moment. Yes, I miss my quiet life of reading and basically doing nothing.
Yet, against all my better judgment, I took her into my arms as if nothing had happened. I undressed her of her black silk dressing gown as if my older brother hadn't done the same thing only hours before. I silently, but quite firmly lead her to the shower and turned the caps on.
Overly hot water burned our bodies, but I rubbed and I rubbed her skin of his scent. I needed to take my brother off of her, even if it cost her pain at that moment. I was tender, delicate, really the only way I can possible be. I left water fall in waves over us until her skin tasted like myself, not my brother, until her lips were mine only, not my brother's.
Afterwards, I again gently, and firmly, lead her to her bed, and possessed her entirely, as if no shower had even been in discussion.
Rose is mine now, Sebastian!"
"I saw it on his face when he finally returned to his apartment.
After having discovered a box full of items that bow down to one thing : Rose, noticing the beautiful guilt on his face did not even come as a surprise. It was clear to me that he had left his home for the first time in months to go and make love to Rose. It was plain and simple, and I did not need a proof, a sign, a word.
I felt the sudden urge to both smack his face and hug him tightly. I wanted to scream, I wanted to laugh in bitterness and in irony, because I knew he had gone and slept with my woman that was his woman.
So I muttered a few things and rushed off, to Rose's apartment. I could see it on her too. Her face was splattered, beyond her incredible beauty, with guilt and happiness. She had missed Sebastian, but she felt guilty for it all. I was strangled by pity at that moment. Such a beautiful woman, such a curse of a destiny, such a nothing of a life.
Rose Wexler, girl of good family, ran into a relationship that took the best of her. Her very boyfriend made her a prostitute for the fun of it, and, now, she was thrown into her boyfriend's brother's arms. Cursed to love them both, apparently, at least that is how I can only explain all the guilt floating around her. I want to stroke her everly sleek hair and simply leave her where she is. I want to kiss her and to love her and I want this life to be still for a moment. Yes, I miss my quiet life of reading and basically doing nothing.
Yet, against all my better judgment, I took her into my arms as if nothing had happened. I undressed her of her black silk dressing gown as if my older brother hadn't done the same thing only hours before. I silently, but quite firmly lead her to the shower and turned the caps on.
Overly hot water burned our bodies, but I rubbed and I rubbed her skin of his scent. I needed to take my brother off of her, even if it cost her pain at that moment. I was tender, delicate, really the only way I can possible be. I left water fall in waves over us until her skin tasted like myself, not my brother, until her lips were mine only, not my brother's.
Afterwards, I again gently, and firmly, lead her to her bed, and possessed her entirely, as if no shower had even been in discussion.
Rose is mine now, Sebastian!"
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In julian's point of view.I really love you all for your feedback and everything!