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Post by silas on Apr 4, 2011 5:10:30 GMT -5
He’d left her a note requesting a meeting at Watercrest park. As Silas stood atop a hill overlooking the city, he peeked out of the trees secluding the area. . . for some reason, as he looked down at all the life below him, he expected to be able to find her. He leaned against the trunk of an Oak tree, became barely conscious of the fact that his hands were trembling. Nervousness? He could not understand why. He had only invited her there so that he could break off this thing that they had between them. He asked himself why he’d needed to do it here then. It was because he knew that he was never more in tune with himself than when he was here, listening to the sound of rushing water (a small brook was a few paces in front of him) and the chirping of the birds in the foliage high above him. So he’d asked her here so that he could express what he thought that his heart and mind had formed consensus about. They couldn’t be together. He was her teacher. It was wrong. He was going to let her go. So why were his hands shaking? His subconscious knew that he’d never be able to pull himself away from that girl. She drew him in, like a magnet.
Silas leant down to the brook and cupped water to his face. For a moment he felt relief as he lifted the hem of his green t-shirt to wipe off his face. Everything would be fine. They would end this thing, and she would meet the love of her life when she went off to college. She would forget all about him. Either that or she’d look back on the whole affair and burst out into laughter because of how ridiculous it was. He knew that he would struggle to do the same, but eventually. . .eventually he would let go of her memory and push himself to move on. All would be well.
He laid down on the grass and closed his eyes. Though he was in complete chaos on the inside, he appreciated the harmony of the natural world around him. Had he been there under circumstances, this would have been the perfect place for him to delve into some new literature. But he didn’t feel quite well really. The wind was blowing cumulus clouds away from him before he could figure out what they reminded him of. How was she supposed to find the place anyway? The directions he’d given her were detailed, but most people weren’t accustomed to finding their way around places without street signs and numbered addresses. How was he even supposed to say what he wanted to tell her if she did find the place? He hadn't practiced. He couldn't practice. It was all just so unfair.
But it was for the best.
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Post by ALEKA FERN MORIARTY on Apr 8, 2011 22:24:16 GMT -5
Aleka was nervous. Silas hadn't called her in a week or so before this whole secret meeting, and now she was freaking out that he was going to tell her something bad. Maybe he had to move. Maybe he was dying. Maybe there was another woman in his life, that she just didn't know about. All of these choices made her want to throw up. She was terrified of whatever he had to say. But she was also prepared. She had put on her most amazing clothes she owned, did her hair and makeup perfectly as to prevent herself from crying in the event that something horrible was about to happen. She had to look nice. She had to be stronger than he expected her to be. She needed to have gusto, and chutzpah. Oh great, now she felt like she was going to cry, because those were words she used around him all the time to make herself seem smarter.
She glanced down at the directions in her hand and followed them easily, coming up to the tree he was leaning against. he slowly lowered himself onto the ground, and she couldn't help but stare at him. He was the one for her. She knew that. Why couldn't he see it? Her heart fluttered slightly as she made her way towards him, before kneeling down at his head, looking down at him. When his eyes widened in surprise, she just bit her lip and kissed him, upside down and everything, wordlessly, before pulling away, running her fingers through her hair and glancing away. This was bullshit. She knew by the location that he was probably going to tell her something bad. This place was definitely peaceful enough. And Silas seemed like the type of man to do something horrible in such a wonderful place. It might have been better for him, but she'd rather find out through some other location. Somewhere she couldn't make a scene. Someplace where she could hide what she was feeling.
Instead, she turned slowly and crawled on top of him, resting her head on his chest. How could she tell him her news? She was leaving for Swaziland in a month, and there was no easy way of getting around it, or breaking it to him softly. It sucked much more for her, because she felt like she was more in love with him than he was with her. Leaving would be the hardest part. And she wanted to have him-all of him-before she left.
"I want you." She said quietly, tossing pretty much every reserve she had had out the window. She had to do this, and she had to do this today. Her hands ran up into his hair, and she gripped gently, kissing him hard on the mouth while her legs straddled each side of his hips. This had to happen. This was happening, and he would like it, even if he hated her for it after she left. It was something on her to do list; things she wanted to do before she committed herself to a life of family abuse and pain. If she didn't have Silas anymore, she'd have no reason to do anything else. No one to impress. This was what her life had come down to.
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Post by silas on Apr 23, 2011 18:29:04 GMT -5
He’d been expecting her, but somehow he was surprised that she was there. He couldn’t say that she’d caught him off guard – it was more that her arrival had been soundless, that he wasn’t truly aware of her presence until she was leaning above him demanding his attention in the manner that she always did. He thought that he must love her for it, for always having the courage to say and to do what he did not. The sun’s rays formed a halo about her head as she leant down to press her lips against his own, softly. In a second it was over and her hands were running through his hair, her gaze torn away from his own. What had he seen in those eyes of hers before they’d turned away? Something like fear mixed with a fondness he had never before sensed in another being. Of course she was afraid. She knew. He should have known that she was too clever not to figure out that he was going to break it off. But she cared for him. Perhaps he sensed that she needed him as well, needed him in a way that he couldn’t have ever imagined. The most frightening thing was that he could feel the same emotion within himself. So how was he supposed to do this?
In a moment her body was on top of his own – dangerously close. His arms closed around her, held her small body tight against his. He wondered if she could hear his heartbeat. He did not wonder why they were lying together in the manner that they were. He was entirely aware of what he was going to allow to happen, what he sensed that he must have wanted to happen. There was no longer any point in wondering. He was simply feeling now. His fingers combed through a few locks of her hair.
I want you. That was what she had just told him. As if to say, give me all of yourself Silas. As if to say, I need you inside my innermost being Silas. But he knew that she did not only want him – she needed him. He did not know why. He had not the slightest idea why she, full of all the potential and ability there seemed to be in the world, would settle for him. For a moment his hand settled upon her back, pushing her body down against his so that he could feel all of her against him. He pulled his lips away from hers, pushed her gently onto the grassy ground beside them so that he was on top of her. With his fingers interlaced within hers, he leant down to her ear and whispered, “Why?” He repeated the question as he pressed his lips against the crook of her neck, relishing in the sweet smell of her perfume. He left a trail of kisses upon her chest, before pressing his lips against hers again.
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Post by ALEKA FERN MORIARTY on May 27, 2011 16:04:13 GMT -5
Nothing was going to stop Aleka now. Not herself, not circumstances. Not even Silas, who had just asked why she wanted him. Wasn't it obvious? Could he see the answer was right in front of him? She was in love with the fool. Not just love, but in love. It was funny to think that she could be drawn to anyone, let alone someone like Silas. But it was true. She had horrible, nasty, delicious thoughts about him. And they all needed to happen. Right. Now.
"That's a stupid question." She whispered breathlessly into his ear and took his lips in her own, kissing him harder and harder. It felt like her lips would be bruised by the end of this, but she didn't care as of that moment. The only thing she cared about was the man she was straddling and kissing, in the middle of a public park. Delicious.
So on she went, ignoring his question, or giving him half-assed replies, until she finally hiked up her skirt.
"Silas, be quiet." She mumbled, kissing him softly. "You're going to make me leave you here all alone." She sighed softly and ran her hands down his chest, to his belt, flicking the buckle open slowly.
It was really happening, now. They were going to do this. She felt her heart start to beat faster and faster, and she tugged his pants down just a bit, staring at his face as she moved her hands skillfully along the fabric, making sure to keep his boxers up for the time being, before leaning down to catch his lips with her own once more. Since she was on birth control, she didn't really see the need for a condom, so there she was, about to give her English teacher a run for his money. Besides, she was 18 now. She could do what she wanted with him, and no one would really be able to stop her. This had to go perfectly. He had to keep wanting her. If not... She'd go back home, to her family in Africa.
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