A need, a longing, a hidden desire.

[Merelan]

OOC Sorry guys, but this is a closed thread for cgraven and myself. The last couple I left open got all messed up and confusing and then key players would disappear just as things started happening. So for now it is he and I.

Leisle:

Sighing as she opened the doors for another day. Another day here at the great center of learning. She was the head librarian, excuse me. Executive Administrator of Learning and Education, and only 29. That was what everyone said when they introduced her.

Head Librarian. Considering there were only three other part timers it wasn't all that impressive. Especially as she had a Master's degree in Literature and Arts. But things happened. Her Dad got sick, and then her Mom died quickly after. leaving Leisle to stay and take care of them, then take care of the family business as it closed up and settled. Her two sisters married and living out of state now. Though, it had always been this way.
Leisle, the one everyone turned to for adive, for help, for financial troubles. But never for love.
She was too intelligent, or too dumb. She could never figure out which. The last couple years had been the worse. For well meaning friends had fixed her up with blind dates, from a nearby University. neither had worked out. Now she spent the majority of her time here at the library. It was the same one where she had started in high school. Her education taking her full circle. Hell, she even lived in the same house, though had made major changes in the last few years since her parents had died, and extensively landscaped the gardens.
But for why? And for who? The grey streak that had appeared in her 16th year had lately deepened, vivid against the reddish tint in her long curls. She was confidant and in charge, always.
Smooth and calm outwardly, when inwardly she was a turmoil of loneliness and despair.
The knight her Father had given her for her 13th birthday was tarnished now, but she kept it on the desk in her office, to remind her of what she had longed for all her life, and given up on. So, for now, she was alone, and maybe that wasn't so bad. She reflected as she poured her coffee and sifted through the mail from yesterday.

 

[cgraven]

Charles DuLac

The University had attracted me to the area, the research facilities there and in the surrounding towns lent themselves to my research of early colonial history and the conflicts between the Natives, English and French colonists as the two European power fought for control of North America. The university was not demanding some lectures, a salary and the time I needed to pursue my interests. I was happy and they had a published author on staff., a viable compromise.

I was not the type of man you would noticed in a crowd, quite the opposite in fact, early 50’s, balding ginner hair, my physique, was good, yet no muscle bound man trying to recapture a youth long fled. Piercing hazel eyes that changed color with my mood the only remarkable feature in reality.

I had 1st noticed her at a reception at the university, one of those boring affairs where the administration trotted out their newest acquisitions, I being one of them she moved with grace and style, confident in her every action and more then a little bored with her date. Oh yes it had to be her date for a creature that strong and confident could not possibly be married to that weak fawning toad. But she was swept away before I had a chance to meet her. Next time I saw her was at a small library in the next town , prim, proper in her dress efficient in her manner., but a sad loneliness in her eyes, the threads of sliver in her flashing copper hair was so captivating, lending an aura of mystery to her. It was then that I decided that I would pursue her. Small towns hold no secrets, and a few discreet questions and a bit of observation and her history unfolded, yes she was worth perusing, a challenge, and a most desirable objective. Our first meeting was very casual as I arrived to do some in-depth research

I had been directed to her office and the first thing I noticed was the tarnish knight on her desk.

“Excuse me My name is Charles DuLac and I would like to see the Mainard papers and Maps. I am lecturing at the university and doing some research on the period.”

 

[Merelan]

Leisle

“Excuse me My name is Charles DuLac and I would like to see the Mainard papers and Maps. I am lecturing at the university and doing some research on the period.”

I was so startled I jumped, and spilled a bit of my coffee down my blouse.
'Damn." Wiping at it quickly.

Looking up I saw the most startling eyes I had ever seen. They pierced straight through me.
No, I had seen such eyes once before, but where?

Setting the coffee down I held out my hand, gripping his firmly, meeting those eyes again, and looking quickly down and dropping his hand. Feeling a flush. Get a grip Leisle.

"I am Leisle Malling, head librarian. They told me you might need be over to see my papers. I mean, the libraries." Gesturing to the coffee. "Would you like some? Fresh brewed myself." Watching as he helped himself to a cup. Then leading him to the research room, where I stored the papers. It was downstairs, but since no one was here I could show him. Like a vault door I swung it open, the mustiness of the room wafting out. Inhaling deeply, for I loved the smell. Then looking away as I noticed he had seen.

"Crazy old librarian, loving her old books the best. Yep, that's me. Ask anyone in town, or the University. But there is something in the scent that takes me back in time. " Shaking it off. He really must think I was a nut now.

"Hold on, I will get the lights." Knowing the room in the dark and flicking them without thought. It was still dim, I prefered to protect the things we stored here even from the harmful rays of the lights. smiling with pride as he saw the many things we had saved and collected. This was my true love. most of my, the libraries, collection I had saved myself. Saved from destruction and neglect.

 

[cgraven]

My greeting has startled her coffee spilt yet as it soaks into her blouse a hard little nipple strains at the wet material

“Yes I would love a cup… life blood of sailor’s and historians?’

Taking the offered cup, our eyes meet hers are steady sure then look a way a moment as she extends her hand, they return clear and bright.

"I am Leisle Malling,

‘Charles DuLac”

I follow her down to the library’s vault I resist the expected comment about her age and position. I just accept it as a matter of fact. Leisle from is supple, trim, her motions fluid, graceful, she is ever inch a woman at the height of her beauty and sensuality, those her prim and proper dress tries to hide it. Her words draw me back to the business at hand.

"Crazy old librarian, loving her old books the best. Yep, that's me. Ask anyone in town, or the University. But there is something in the scent that takes me back in time. "

Leisle it is the smell of history living , alive and vibrant not dead and shut away.”

I stand close behind her as the Maynard map and papers are spread out on the research table.

Soft lighting. I would not have expected it in a small rural library. Your quite state of the art in document preservation and conservation….. I think the university could learn quite a bit from you.

The breath as I speak stirs the hairs at the nape of her neck.

 

[Merelan]

Leisle

He stands so close I can feel his breath on my neck as he speaks. A shiver runs through me. Stepping away I purposefuly put a chair between us.
"Thank you. I have tried to keep up to date on things here, with the little they allow me. It is vital to our future that we keep the past alive. Only with these books and papers, these few artifacts, can the locals see their past as clearly as I do." Waving my hand around the room.

"Is there anything else? I am alone here till noon, so cannot leave the front for long. Please be careful handling any of the books on the shelves there." Pointing to a dim corner. "They are extremely fragile and easily crumble." Why was I hanging around? He had what he wanted.
But the shiver still shook me. My nipples had responded too.
God Leisle. He was just a man.
Turning and walking out, only turning back once at the door.

"If there is anything else I can help with. I haven't much research going at the moment. Or, if you need more coffee. The pot is always on." Then left him. Settling at the front desk, determined to get on with my daily chores.
Luckily they were automatic now, and my thoughts could wander. To his eyes.

Where had I seen such eyes before?

 

[cgraven]

She moves away the closeness of another unnerving to her, so strong, so dedicated always in control, the one to make all the decisions, yet she shies from making this simple one. To turn to look me in the eye. I stead she places the chair between us

"Thank you. I have tried to keep up to date on things here, with the little they allow me. It is vital to our future that we keep the past alive. Only with these books and papers, these few artifacts, can the locals see their past as clearly as I do." Is there anything else? I am alone here till noon, so cannot leave the front for long.”

The excuse to leave to avoid the decision to stay, duty call.

”Please be careful handling any of the books on the shelves there."”

The pride in the care she has taken of her forgotten charges, the professional always the reminder to be careful with her children.

"If there is anything else I can help with. I haven't much research going at the moment……. Or, if you need more coffee………… The pot is always on."

Yet at the end and open invitation to have her help, not her decision but mine.

“Thank you Miss Malling I shall keep the offer in mind.”

Yes Leisle Malling was the perfect type competent, strong, a woman of decision, longing for some one else to relive her of the necessity to make every decision, at least in one area of her life.

The day dragged on and I made several trips upstairs to her office as much to read what it could tell me about her as to get coffee. I waited for the day to end to force her to confront me alone in the research room.

 

[Merelan]

The day went by so slow, more then normal. Not alot of patrons, and only a few research calls. I read a bit, filed a bit, reshelved some, but my mind kept wandering. Nothing specific. It just seemed, well. Like everytime I started getting into a chore or task, he would interrupt. Just getting a fresh fill of coffee, or using the copier, nothing that really needed my attention.
Finally I let watch him as he filled his cup again and walked away. Not dropping my eyes or looking away. He was nice looking, no, more then that. He attracted me, that was what had happened. Had it been so long that I would flush like a teenager at the first thought of attraction?
Angered at myself I tightened into my "boss" face. Forcing myself to finish my tasks and clean up. It was almost time to go. Wasn't he done yet? What was taking him so long? I didn't want to have to go down there again, the closeness of the room would only emphasize what I was feeling.
Maybe Birgit, my old roomate, was right. I needed to get out more.

Well, now it was time, everyone else was gone and he still hadn't come up. He might not even know what time we closed, or what time it was now. I stalled a few more minutes, but knew Jim our maintenance guy would be stopping by soon. What a twit I was being.
Finally just walking down and standing quietly. He was still at it, bent over some sketches and writings, his papers strewn across the desk, but the libraries things kept safe and stacked to one side.
He hadn't heard the door squeak? His head still down, intent on what he was reading. Or, was he assleep?
I cleared my throat quietly, but nothing. Shifting from one foot to the other.

"Excuse me. Sir?" But nothing. Walking closer I laid a hand on his shoulder softly.

"Mr. DuLac.. Sir?" Slowly he raised his head and my eyes met his again. Gasping and stepping back at once. Their intentness caught me again.
Swallowing hard, he had said nothing. just sat there waiting for me to speak.

'Excvuse me.." swallowing again, his eyes locked into mine. Tearing myself away I started fidgeting with the choker I wore. Feeling more and more trapped by his look.
"Excuse me, but, it is 6 now, and I have to close. We reopen tomorrow at 10, and I will be happy to keep these right here for you." The familiar words calming me. How many times had I said them in the past? Now they were like a cloak wrapping around me, to keep me safe.
Why did he make me feel this way?

 

[cgraven]

“Oh Miss Malling, Leisle I am sorry I am afraid that when I get involved in research I get lost in the material and lose all track of time.

I pause my eyes locked with hers mine are unyielding, as I search her eyes, and peer into her soul, Yes Miss Leisle Malling, is a very accomplished woman, who has taken charge of her life, yet now she looks away like a frighten school girl, uneasy at the our physical closness. Yes I think Miss Malling will do quite nicely. I am sure known that I can give her what she most needs, relief from making all the decisions.

‘Leisle ……. Oh I am sorry Miss Malling ….. You don’t mind me calling Leisle Do you.”

This last more a statement then a question.

“You said if I needed help you would assist me? well I think I will need some help….. We could talk about it over dinner unless you have a date.”

Pausing briefly I go on my voice steady and soft.

“So where would you like to go for dinner. I am still new to the area so you shall have to be my guide.”

My eyes bright and steady I wait for her reply.

 

[Merelan]

Leisle ……. Oh I am sorry Miss Malling ….. You don’t mind me calling Leisle Do you.”

No, I shouldn't, yet somehow my name sounded different on his lips.


“You said if I needed help you would assist me? well I think I will need some help….. We could talk about it over dinner unless you have a date.” Date? me? Dinner? Was he asking me on a date? No, he needed help, free help and I was available. I had told him so.

No, I wouldn't, I didn't want to be near him. Turning I fussed with some books.
Forming my refusal, polite as usual in my mind.

“So where would you like to go for dinner. I am still new to the area so you shall have to be my guide.” I turned and met his eyes again. His sparkling and sure, meeting mine and defying me to refuse. How dare he, knowing I was flushed from the day. Angered at myself for my giddiness.
Now there was no way I would help, let him go find some college student to curry favors with him.

"No." Swallowing hard, unable to break his gaze. 'No," pausing again. "I don't mind helping. There's a good local place up the street. Quiet and with a back table they let me use when I am reading. Out of the way from the dinner crowd." What? Startled at my words I turned halfaway.

"I have a few things to finish. Only take me a couple minutes. Want to meet there? Or can you wait?" Where was Jim? usually he was here by now, seeking me out to chastise me for working late.

Christ, he started his vacation this week. he wouldn't be in till Sunday. Oh well. I cleaned the place while he was gone, invariably making a mess of his things.

 

[cgraven]

“Leisle I will wait”

I had scene the emotions play out across her face when she said “NO” she meant just that but something I changed her mind, some unmet need had made her go against her better Judgment.

“Besides I haven’t the foggiest where the restaurant is.”

I waited as Miss Malling finished the business of the day, and secured her Library for the evening. Dinner was good and the conversation was scholarly, as we discussed the Maynard papers and Maps. Then out of the blue I hit her with the unexpected.

“Tell me Leisle, do you envy the women of the 18th Century? I mean no decisions, only play your role, no guilt, no responsibility, only enjoyment.”


I caught her with her coffee half way to her mouth

 

[Merelan]

Dinner was lovely. he had a mind, what a mind. Like mine, fll of facts most people would find dull and useless. The past lived for him, like me. I sighed more then once. How I had longed to live in the past, a simpler world.
We were sipping coffee and still talking as I let part of my mind wander. Thinking of what he would have looked like then. His hair a little longer, his clothes, his manners. Not much different then he was now., for he held an air of our rich history around him. And me? Imagining what I would look like, and be doing. Taken care of and pampered by the man in my life? Or a spinster, like now?

“Tell me Leisle, do you envy the women of the 18th Century? I mean no decisions, only play your role, no guilt, no responsibility, only enjoyment.”

I almost spilled my coffee, had he read my thoughts? I sat it down, my hand shaking. Gathering my thoughts before speaking.

"But you know it wasn't like that. The women had to make home pleasant, welcoming. Had to learn how to anicipate their husband's desires and wants. Their lives were wrapped around him, pleasing and humouring him. If they married, if they didn't it was their father, or brother they had to please. Always aware of what would best please him, like a Master he ruled the home. What he wanted reigned supreme over anything else, and if there were children, she had to teach them this also, without breaking their spirit. They found their pleasure in knowing they had pleased him." Sipping at my coffee.

 

[cgraven]

“Leisle society today demands the same thing of wives and lovers, the difference is we require them to make the decisions, we must be politically correct, we are all equal know. “

I let my words sink in as I sip my coffee.

“Leisle your are a strong capable woman, accomplished, respected by your peers, I’ll wager you have been the backbone of your family the one they come to when a decision must be made.”

I signal the waiter for another round of coffee.

“Leisle wouldn’t you like in just one area of your life to be free of the responsibility of making the decision?................... There is a wonderful freedom when you do not have to be the one to decide…………. The responsibility is not yours but some one else’s……All you have to do is enjoy, no decision, no responsibility, no guilt………. Just pleasure and enjoyment.”

I sat there sipping my coffee and watched for her reaction. Would she rise to the thinly veiled offer or run like a frightened child?

 

[Merelan]

“Leisle society today demands the same thing of wives and lovers, the difference is we require them to make the decisions, we must be politically correct, we are all equal know. “
I finished my coffee and sat silent, letting his words sink in.

“Leisle your are a strong capable woman, accomplished, respected by your peers, I’ll wager you have been the backbone of your family the one they come to when a decision must be made.”
I looked up and met his eyes, unable to look away. how did he know? How did he know, in such a short time, how tired and lonely I was. How weary of carrying the load.

The waiter came back.

"Please add a shot of Bailey's to mine, please." Smiling at the boy, wondering at his odd grin. Ah yes, I had dated his father, once.
“Leisle wouldn’t you like in just one area of your life to be free of the responsibility of making the decision?................... There is a wonderful freedom when you do not have to be the one to decide…………. The responsibility is not yours but some one else’s……All you have to do is enjoy, no decision, no responsibility, no guilt………. Just pleasure and enjoyment.”

To give up control. is that what he meant? To whom? There wasn't anyone in my life. Maybe he didn't know that. I started to speak, then met his eyes again. Gasping. Realizing, did he mean to him? What?
No. he took the coffee's from Daniel and thanked him. I used the break to look away, anywhere but at his eyes again. I could not hide from the clear calm gaze. My soul felt beared to him.

Sitting abck, and trying to remain calm.

"But that is an ideal world, that doesn't exist. Not today. Not in this town at least." Sipping, almost choking at the Baileys. A double dose. Good boy Daniel.

 

[cgraven]

"But that is an ideal world, that doesn't exist. Not today. Not in this town at least."


I watch as Leisle sips her coffee , almost choking at the Baileys.


‘Yes an ideal world yes and what makes you think that it does not exist here?”

I pause and study her face a trace of interests then dismissal out of hand .

“Tell me Miss Leisle Malling, did you ever once look for it, open your self up to even the possibility of it existence?”

I saw that the question shocked her, my eyes held hers captive not letting her run away from what she truly longed for had truly longed for all her life.

“Oh Miss Malling it does exist here and in many places, it is not the last exit to Eden, or people playing at it on computers; it exist here and now. It is based on trust, a willing cooperation between two people.”

Again I pause studying her.

“Are you interested Leisle?......... Do you want that ideal world for your own?”

 

[Merelan]

‘Yes an ideal world yes and what makes you think that it does not exist here?”
What did he know? He was new here, and didn't know the confinements of a small town. Everyone knew everything about each other.

Yet.

“Tell me Miss Leisle Malling, did you ever once look for it, open your self up to even the possibility of it existence?”

Flushing I dropped my eyes again. Angered at his arrogance, and truth. To whom? Who was there here to open up to? Give control too? Here I was the boss, the efficient lady who ran it all.

“Oh Miss Malling it does exist here and in many places, it is not the last exit to Eden, or people playing at it on computers; it exist here and now. It is based on trust, a willing cooperation between two people.”

Were we thinking the same things at all? Computers? He meant, what I had read and seen online. Those wierdos. Is that what he meant? Or was I misunderstanding him?

“Are you interested Leisle?......... Do you want that ideal world for your own?”

He and I weren't talking the same thing, we couldn't be. Putting on a front, and knowing he saw through it I sipped some more to give myself time.

"Don't we all want the ideal world? To be pampered and spoiled? Not to have to make the decisions. To trust someone so fully, that you surrender to them completely." Oh what a world that would be. To shut the library doors at night, and give up the facade.
Facade? Was it? No, yes. Partly.

"Partly a facade." then sipped again. Had iIspoken out loud? Yes, I could see it in his eyes, but he was silent.

"Partly a facade, this efficiency they all think I have. I do though, but only at work. At home." Sipping again, letting the warmth, the Baileys seep into me.
"At home I am too, have to be. There is only me." Shrugging myshoulders.

"Like I said, it can't exist here, what I think you mean. There isn't anyone here I could, well. " Where the hell was Daniel to interrupt us? Looking around again, and meeting his eyes, those eyes. So calm, and cool. So sure of everything.

 

[cgraven]

I see the longing in Leisle’s eyes as she speaks, the little thoughts that where meant to be private thoughts, slip out as spoken words. The sipping of coffee to still her tongue the glances, the search for the waiter anything to free her from facing her longing.

My eyes hold hers my hand reaches out to take hers. It is soft delicate, so smooth and warm.

“ Leisle I am not talking of some leather clad world of whips and chains, of abusessive language, and treatment. No I am talking of a world of trust, earned, where you can willing be submissive to another, in one area .of your life.”

I sip my coffee, watch her my eyes gentle, open , my touch soft attentive.

“ Submission is not for the weak but for the strong, and Leisle you are strong”

 

[Merelan]

His hand feels warm, and strong holding mine. I jump, but he holds firm, his fingers stroking the back. Soothing me with his touch.

“ Leisle I am not talking of some leather clad world of whips and chains, of abusessive language, and treatment. No I am talking of a world of trust, earned, where you can willing be submissive to another, in one area .of your life.”

Trust, earned? By whom? Him? But we have just met. He cannot mean. Not me. He was so handsome, in his rugged, intelligent way. And me. I knew I was pretty, even beautiful at times. but I wasn't like that. Was I? Did I want it? No, yes. Did I? Want what? My eyes closed as I so easily pictured myself in his arms, in his bed.

He kept his eyes on me and sipped his coffee, one hand lightly resting still on mine. As if in possession. As if he could see the images in my mind.

“ Submission is not for the weak but for the strong, and Leisle you are strong” yes, I was strong. Submission?

I sipped again, finishing, without a word we sat silent for a minute, then two.

"I don't know what you are saying. I think I do, but, am confused. You mean." Raising the empty cup to my lips, blushing when I realized what I was doing. Hiding behind it.

"You mean to turn over contol of someone's private life to another. To let them be the one to decide what and where you go, what you do. To trust them enough to guide you only in safety, and to places you could not take yourself. To submit," stumbling over the word. "To submit to their will, yet, keeping your own. Just knowing that they are the one's making the final decision, but that it would always be for you they were doing it. Really, if you think about it. Both are submitting, in a way."

Had I made any sense?

 

[cgraven]

"To submit to their will, yet, keeping your own. Just knowing that they are the one's making the final decision, but that it would always be for you they were doing it. Really, if you think about it. Both are submitting, in a way."

My fingers rub gently the back of Leisle hand. My face creased by a gentle smile, I see the question in her eyes, did she make sense. My eyes smile back at hers.

“Yes Leisle that is so very true for he that dominates, must meet your needs, and that submission is only in one part of your life, a rest bit from the demands the world makes on you. To decide, to be always strong….a time to be weak, a time to just enjoy…. and what better area that that which should give you pleasure, to fulfill you.”

There is a silence between us as our eyes search the soul of the other. Then in a soft voice , tender, and full of compassion;

“Leisle come home with me to night.’

It is no a question, nor an order, but an invitation for her to take a step into a world that she has always longed for, even before she knew it existed.

 

[Merelan]

“Yes Leisle that is so very true for he that dominates, must meet your needs, and that submission is only in one part of your life, a rest bit from the demands the world makes on you. To decide, to be always strong….a time to be weak, a time to just enjoy…. and what better area that that which should give you pleasure, to fulfill you.”

To give in, oh god. To have someone, him, no someone, make the decisions. My head was spinning at the thought. Intoxicated at the mere thought of surrender.

We sat silently as Daniel refilled my cup, his was full. I sipped, almost choking. Straight Baileys. Wicked boy.
“Leisle come home with me to night.’

What? home with him? Well he wasn't shy was he? Home for sex, or conversation? Looking around I sipped more, and then raised it yet again. But his hand held it down.
He wanted an answer. Waht could I say.? But meeting his eyes, there was nothing to say.

His eyes. His eyes. They had haunted me for years. Piercing into my dreams, and into my soul. I tightened my grip on his hand, but his other brought my chin up, till I met his eyes again. Yes. I mouthed the word. But he demanded more.

"Yes."

 

[cgraven]

I watch the play of emotions cross Leisle face I see her mind the strong will she was saying Hell No

Yet her heart and spirit say Yes Please.

Cups filled again she sips hers and grimaces.

Her mouth finally mouths Yes

My eyes hold hers, my fingers on her chin, and they demand she speaks her submission, so she may take her 1st step to that world her heart so longs for.

Yes
A simple word and Miss Leisle Malling takes her 1st step in trust.

I pay the bill and we walk to my car., I hold the door for her. We drive almost in silence. She fidgets with her hands.

“Leisle tell me what you want your deepest darkest secret.?”

 

[Merelan]

"Tell me why I am here? I don't even know you, do I?" My hands twist and twine together, till his right one lays over them and stills them. I gasp, for it quiets me instantly. My heart slows and my breath deepens.

His fingers stroke the back of my hand and fingers, playing with each. I bite my lip as I try not to react. Has it been so long? That the mere touch of a man can send shivers through me? Or is it this man, and what he does to me, what I will of him.
The miles pass qickly, with little said. What is there to say? It was all said in my acquiescence. In that simple word.

Simple?

 

[cgraven]

“Please Leisle tell me….. How can I meet your needs if I do not know what it is you most desire and fear?”

We ride along then I turn into the old stone Cape that is my home. It is a simple house the living room deeply paneled in oak and lined with book shelves flanking the hearth.

I stir the fading embers to life, a chill in the evening air, I add a log or too. Stand then I kiss Miss Leisle Malling full on the lips; hold her close, our body pressed to each other,


We stand in that embrace for a long time savoring the taste of each other.

“Leslie please disrobe now, trust me love.”

 

[Merelan]

I am silent, stilled. No words come to mind, or my lips. I rub my hands fown my thighs as we get out. Nervous. Letting me into his howme, I watch as he stokes the fire. Sure and easy in his movements. Not boasting or showing off.
Looking aorud. Oh the books. The books call to me, as they always do.
Running my hands along their spines. Catching a title now and again.
Varied in their subjects, and no apparent order.
Turning he is close, too close, but there is not time, as he catches me in his arms and kisses me. Tembling I barely respond, frightened, like a captured animal. Does he mean this? yes, I see it in his eyes.
Leaning m head on his shoulder, we stand still, silent and close. I relish his touch, his scent. My eyes close and I feel safe.

“Leslie please disrobe now, trust me love.” Pulling away I can only stand silent again. My head shaking no.

"Trust you? Who are you?"

y

 

[cgraven]

“Leisle I am the man that you have longed for the man that you can trust to make the decisions when it comes to this one aspect of your life.”

I pause my eyes clear quite and open to her.

“I will not force. You may stay with me and do all that I say or I will drive you home know.”

My finger is on her lips to still her protests.

“If you wish to stay then please disrobe , otherwise I shall drive you home now.”

My voice is low soft, quiet no threat , and no challenge in it, just a loving concern. My eyes hold hers, quite still, open as I let Leisle search my soul.

 

[Merelan]

His words, his eyes were open to me. Ever fey I see, see he tells the truth. He wants to help me, be more the me I have longed for,. Searched for, cried for at night. Oh those lonely, endless nights.

My fingers play with my blouse, can I? Can I let go and give it all to him. This easily? But is wasn't easy. It took all my strength to undo the top button, and then slip one shoulder off, even as he stood there silent, watching.