Lord_Poseidon
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The moment Faith stepped closer to him and reached for his hands, he sensed what was going to happen. He saw it in the look she gave him, felt it in the way her body brushed against his when she pushed forward to kiss him. Every inch of his body called out to him, warned him about the consequences of giving in to the old feelings that were already in full blossom in his heart. The sensation was so terrible that he acted upon it regardless of his own desire. His body tensed up, and he almost backed away from her in a surge of panic. But when their lips finally met, he knew there was no escape. Although he hardly moved at all during the kiss, he still managed to squeeze her hands to signal how much he actually enjoyed it.
Feeling her soft lips against his brought him back to the last kiss they had shared as a couple. Neither of them had suspected there would ever be a last kiss between them, but it was clear to him that things were pretty much like they had always been. The underlying excitement of being close to her was intact from back then. Even when she finally broke the kiss and answered his question, she looked completely unaffected by what she had done. She had his full attention, kept teasing his senses by licking his lips and staring into his eyes. It left him utterly speechless.
His sole focus as on her, her body and soul. The green eyes and the blonde hair drew him in immediately, like a bee drawn to a pot of honey. Time and time again, he had disappeared into her very being multiple, but this seemed so much different. He had adored her since they were young children, and he still recognized all the tiny details without fail. The way she formed her words when they were alone, the playful glimpse in her eyes that always followed a kiss... Yes, even her breath was familiar.
He twisted his fingers out of her grasp and put his hands lightly around her wrists. Then he let them slide up her forearms, over her elbows and all the way up to her shoulders in slow, gentle movements. He put them to rest on her shoulders, his thumbs running in tiny circles to caress her through the fabric of her sweatshirt. They stood like that for a while, silent and watchful, until he brought his hands onto her shoulder blades and finally ran them down to the lower part of her back. The action drew her closer to him in a warm embrace. He leaned into her, hugged her tightly and rested his left cheek against her temple.
“I've missed you so much,” his voice was soft, and he breathed into her hair in sudden happiness. He felt at peace with himself, right there in the clearing with Faith in his arms. They had been through so much hardship over the last coupe of days, but it all seemed insignificant compared to this precious moment between them. “I should have talked to you. I should have told you how I felt about our relationship. I should have done something and not just left you. I just.... I never expected things to get so complicated. And I've missed you every single day. Wondering where you were, and how you were doing.”
“I was a fool, and I'm sorry.” He leaned backwards just a bit to face her again. Took in the features of her face once more, smiled at her with unmasked affection in his expression. It was important to him that she understood what he meant. “If I could, I would go back and change it all. Undo the pain. No more tears for you. There's nothing I wouldn't give to go back and be there when you needed me the most... Do you understand that Faye?”
His own words infused him with a new dose of confidence. The small signals that kept running back and forth in the air between them reassured him that they were on the same side. If there was still a wolf in their life, it had to be found elsewhere. The things had that happened between them – good and bad – had not been forgotten, and they never would be. Stuff like that didn't just go away. Sometimes, however, it was possible to move on and get a fresh start. Maybe they would never be a couple again. Jeremy could accept that. But his feelings were unwilling to change.
Faith's kiss had triggered old emotions inside him, and now it supported him in his decision to move one more step down the road she had showed him. He moved close to her again and kissed her forehead slowly. Then he moved his face down and kissed her cheek. Hands moved up along her spine, found the back of her head and touched her hair hesitantly. He smelled at her, nuzzled her hair and tilted his head slightly. The surroundings seemed to disappear into a blur when he placed his lips on her neck and kissed it. His lips pushing against the surface, his tongue sticking out briefly to lick the skin of his former lover. The kiss left a wet mark.
“Faye...” He barely managed to repeat her pet name, before he attacked her neck again. Tasted her sweet skin in another kiss, took in her familiar scent and disappeared into every little spark she emitted. He fell deeper into the sensation, unable to stop as his fingers massaged the back of her neck and he finally gave in. He pulled back slightly, stared into her eyes and placed his lips upon hers. Meeting her lips again felt surprisingly good, and it was almost scary how well they melted together. He found himself testing the waters, his head tilting from one side to the other while they were locked together in the kiss, his tongue pushing against her lips to try and taste her fully. When he finally ended the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers and breathed out slowly.
“I think...” His remark was hesitant and he guided his hands down her back to find a less intimate spot for them to occupy. Although his fingers never ceased to rub gently against her body, it certainly marked a change of action between them. Things were getting out of hand at a dangerous pace. He felt confused, and it surprised him that such a simple show of love and attraction could have that effect on him. Proper words were hard to find. “I mean, we are not supposed to... you know. I think I got a bit carried away. You are so...” a light sigh escaped his lips and it took a while before he continued: “You are so extremely beautiful... I couldn't help myself. I promised myself when I got here that I would not push you into an uncomfortable situation. But I'm stuck on this emotion anyway.”
Their embrace came to an end when his hands left her body, and he stepped away from her. He was in no rush, however, and the anguish was clearly visible in his face, if only for a short moment. Then he smiled at her, slow and tired. Brown eyes looked to her hands once more, as he repeated the last ten minutes for himself over and over again inside his mind. They had kissed. She had ensnared him like the five years of separation had only been a few days. There was nothing left to keep them apart anymore. Sure, she was his sister-in-law, but that was nothing more than a title. According to what they knew, Ian had not exactly lived up to the holy ideals of marriage either. So what was really holding him back now?
Jeremy could not figure it out. All he knew was that it felt wrong. Like something that was not meant to happen. It was real; It was good and it was bad, it was right and it was wrong. Why even pretend it was unnatural? Was he really so focused on being a good citizen that he could not interpret the signs? Maybe it was just his misguided sense of honor that compelled him to keep things by the book for once. No argument was good enough to justify giving in to his own desire. Not with his brother's secrets unsolved. Those secrets were the only reason Faith and he had went there in the first place. They had only uncovered a largely empty house and a well-hidden garage this far into their little search. Sadly, the garage required a key to unlock. To make things worse, they had not uncovered any information regarding Ian's lover.
“Wait a minute...” he turned toward the building and looked from the ground to the top of the trees that surrounded it. There was a reason Faith didn't want to destroy the pretty rose bushes or the gate behind it, and he understood her all too well. It was a quite tranquilizing sight, big roses upon lush areas of green. It actually helped him focus on the thought that had just popped into his mind. A short while later, he turned his attention back to Faith with a thoughtful expression on his face. “Where do Lydia Forschammer fit into all of this? There were no visible signs of her inside the house, not even a small photograph. If we assume Ian continued to see her after you two got together, then it would be logical for them to meet here. After all, they would have to travel very far into the country to find a hotel where they could be alone in secret.”
“What I am thinking is...” he stepped close to Faith once more and lowered his voice slightly, as though he was afraid someone would hear him. “What if Lydia has the key to the garage? I mean, if Ian wanted to hide something inside that building, then we need to find the key. Think about it for a while: If you were to hide a big secret from the world, wouldn't you hide it in a place that no one knew about? And there was no one, who knew about Lydia and Ian's relationship at all.”
For the second time that day, he reached out toward her and guided a loose strand of hair back into place behind her ear. But this time, he acted on pure instinct without thinking about it. What he did think about, however, was how much he wanted to let go of all of the restriction that held him back. She had that effect on him. “I know it's a wild guess, but I think it's worth a shot. It's either that, or we return to town to look through Ian's belongings again. What do you say?”
Feeling her soft lips against his brought him back to the last kiss they had shared as a couple. Neither of them had suspected there would ever be a last kiss between them, but it was clear to him that things were pretty much like they had always been. The underlying excitement of being close to her was intact from back then. Even when she finally broke the kiss and answered his question, she looked completely unaffected by what she had done. She had his full attention, kept teasing his senses by licking his lips and staring into his eyes. It left him utterly speechless.
His sole focus as on her, her body and soul. The green eyes and the blonde hair drew him in immediately, like a bee drawn to a pot of honey. Time and time again, he had disappeared into her very being multiple, but this seemed so much different. He had adored her since they were young children, and he still recognized all the tiny details without fail. The way she formed her words when they were alone, the playful glimpse in her eyes that always followed a kiss... Yes, even her breath was familiar.
He twisted his fingers out of her grasp and put his hands lightly around her wrists. Then he let them slide up her forearms, over her elbows and all the way up to her shoulders in slow, gentle movements. He put them to rest on her shoulders, his thumbs running in tiny circles to caress her through the fabric of her sweatshirt. They stood like that for a while, silent and watchful, until he brought his hands onto her shoulder blades and finally ran them down to the lower part of her back. The action drew her closer to him in a warm embrace. He leaned into her, hugged her tightly and rested his left cheek against her temple.
“I've missed you so much,” his voice was soft, and he breathed into her hair in sudden happiness. He felt at peace with himself, right there in the clearing with Faith in his arms. They had been through so much hardship over the last coupe of days, but it all seemed insignificant compared to this precious moment between them. “I should have talked to you. I should have told you how I felt about our relationship. I should have done something and not just left you. I just.... I never expected things to get so complicated. And I've missed you every single day. Wondering where you were, and how you were doing.”
“I was a fool, and I'm sorry.” He leaned backwards just a bit to face her again. Took in the features of her face once more, smiled at her with unmasked affection in his expression. It was important to him that she understood what he meant. “If I could, I would go back and change it all. Undo the pain. No more tears for you. There's nothing I wouldn't give to go back and be there when you needed me the most... Do you understand that Faye?”
His own words infused him with a new dose of confidence. The small signals that kept running back and forth in the air between them reassured him that they were on the same side. If there was still a wolf in their life, it had to be found elsewhere. The things had that happened between them – good and bad – had not been forgotten, and they never would be. Stuff like that didn't just go away. Sometimes, however, it was possible to move on and get a fresh start. Maybe they would never be a couple again. Jeremy could accept that. But his feelings were unwilling to change.
Faith's kiss had triggered old emotions inside him, and now it supported him in his decision to move one more step down the road she had showed him. He moved close to her again and kissed her forehead slowly. Then he moved his face down and kissed her cheek. Hands moved up along her spine, found the back of her head and touched her hair hesitantly. He smelled at her, nuzzled her hair and tilted his head slightly. The surroundings seemed to disappear into a blur when he placed his lips on her neck and kissed it. His lips pushing against the surface, his tongue sticking out briefly to lick the skin of his former lover. The kiss left a wet mark.
“Faye...” He barely managed to repeat her pet name, before he attacked her neck again. Tasted her sweet skin in another kiss, took in her familiar scent and disappeared into every little spark she emitted. He fell deeper into the sensation, unable to stop as his fingers massaged the back of her neck and he finally gave in. He pulled back slightly, stared into her eyes and placed his lips upon hers. Meeting her lips again felt surprisingly good, and it was almost scary how well they melted together. He found himself testing the waters, his head tilting from one side to the other while they were locked together in the kiss, his tongue pushing against her lips to try and taste her fully. When he finally ended the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers and breathed out slowly.
“I think...” His remark was hesitant and he guided his hands down her back to find a less intimate spot for them to occupy. Although his fingers never ceased to rub gently against her body, it certainly marked a change of action between them. Things were getting out of hand at a dangerous pace. He felt confused, and it surprised him that such a simple show of love and attraction could have that effect on him. Proper words were hard to find. “I mean, we are not supposed to... you know. I think I got a bit carried away. You are so...” a light sigh escaped his lips and it took a while before he continued: “You are so extremely beautiful... I couldn't help myself. I promised myself when I got here that I would not push you into an uncomfortable situation. But I'm stuck on this emotion anyway.”
Their embrace came to an end when his hands left her body, and he stepped away from her. He was in no rush, however, and the anguish was clearly visible in his face, if only for a short moment. Then he smiled at her, slow and tired. Brown eyes looked to her hands once more, as he repeated the last ten minutes for himself over and over again inside his mind. They had kissed. She had ensnared him like the five years of separation had only been a few days. There was nothing left to keep them apart anymore. Sure, she was his sister-in-law, but that was nothing more than a title. According to what they knew, Ian had not exactly lived up to the holy ideals of marriage either. So what was really holding him back now?
Jeremy could not figure it out. All he knew was that it felt wrong. Like something that was not meant to happen. It was real; It was good and it was bad, it was right and it was wrong. Why even pretend it was unnatural? Was he really so focused on being a good citizen that he could not interpret the signs? Maybe it was just his misguided sense of honor that compelled him to keep things by the book for once. No argument was good enough to justify giving in to his own desire. Not with his brother's secrets unsolved. Those secrets were the only reason Faith and he had went there in the first place. They had only uncovered a largely empty house and a well-hidden garage this far into their little search. Sadly, the garage required a key to unlock. To make things worse, they had not uncovered any information regarding Ian's lover.
“Wait a minute...” he turned toward the building and looked from the ground to the top of the trees that surrounded it. There was a reason Faith didn't want to destroy the pretty rose bushes or the gate behind it, and he understood her all too well. It was a quite tranquilizing sight, big roses upon lush areas of green. It actually helped him focus on the thought that had just popped into his mind. A short while later, he turned his attention back to Faith with a thoughtful expression on his face. “Where do Lydia Forschammer fit into all of this? There were no visible signs of her inside the house, not even a small photograph. If we assume Ian continued to see her after you two got together, then it would be logical for them to meet here. After all, they would have to travel very far into the country to find a hotel where they could be alone in secret.”
“What I am thinking is...” he stepped close to Faith once more and lowered his voice slightly, as though he was afraid someone would hear him. “What if Lydia has the key to the garage? I mean, if Ian wanted to hide something inside that building, then we need to find the key. Think about it for a while: If you were to hide a big secret from the world, wouldn't you hide it in a place that no one knew about? And there was no one, who knew about Lydia and Ian's relationship at all.”
For the second time that day, he reached out toward her and guided a loose strand of hair back into place behind her ear. But this time, he acted on pure instinct without thinking about it. What he did think about, however, was how much he wanted to let go of all of the restriction that held him back. She had that effect on him. “I know it's a wild guess, but I think it's worth a shot. It's either that, or we return to town to look through Ian's belongings again. What do you say?”