A Touch of Class

[BadForm]

Zinia sat at the table and waited for her date, trembling like a nervous schoolgirl. She had not had a date in over ten years, if you could call a 12-year-old staying home with Sebastian Smythe and listening to Bach a date, and was afraid of what tonight would bring. Her friends, those scant few in her social circle she chose to speak to, said she needed to reach out and experience the joy of love. But it was so hard. So hard.

She tried to tell herself it was because she did not like the other single men in her social class, and that those who did not have a mansion and four chauffeur-driven cars would simply be after her money.

She tried to tell herself it was because despite all of Doctor Richardson's work, she had still not healed from child abuse.

She tried to tell herself it was because she had just not met the right man yet, that she was, perhaps a little picky but there was nothing wrong with that.

She knew it was because nobody would want to date a blind woman.

Out in public, despite her wealth and beauty, she knew they stared. Even her so-called friends, who acted oh so careful around her, were unsure of how to deal with someone for whom the world was blackness. And every time she heard those voices... the ones that stammered before talking to her, the ones that spoke to any companion she had rather than her, the ones that tried to force unwanted help on her... it made her feel more of a freak.

But she was lonely; lonely enough that she finally dared to place a singles ad in a respected regional magazine. She had specified she was blind, but still they had called. Her skin crawled as she heard the freaks who seemed so eager to date a blind girl - and she could hear it, the fetishism in their voices.

Except...
The other day...
He had sounded different...
And now she waited, wanting to run from her own home before he arrived, sure she must have been wrong to trust him. Or was she?

OOC: Anyone want to take this one? 1 male character needed - don't care about gender of author of course. Romance, fun, sex: this is not a bdsm/nc thread.

 

[katalynn]

OOC ~ Wonders if I can do this ~


Caine had been watching her from across the room, just admiring her. Seeing how nervous she was only made him smile for he was just as nervous. Never answered to ads or online singles, never his taste to just pick up some random woman. But something about her ad caught his attention. Caine had been sitting there with the rose he intended on giving her. Smelling it as it caressed across his lips one last time before standing.


His 6ft stance strode over to her table, raven black hair in a pony tail drapped over his leather duster to almost mid back. Caine wasn't bad looking, sharp blue eyes never left her, only down flaw was he had scars. One streaked down the side of his face, over his left eye. Was in a fight in early childhood, though later one they paid for it, sadly, he was left with the reminder of the scars. He also had a few on his body from the same fight.


Zinia was so beautiful sitting there, she looked she was about to bolt out the door, slightly shaking as she drank the water. Right when she put the water down, he stuck the rose lightly under her nose, not touching her for he didn't want to scare her, but it was enough for her to smell it.

"Hope you like roses... Zinia?"

His voice was deep, but in no way it was threatening in a sense it would scare her more than she already was. Caine waited for her response, keeping the rose held out for her to take.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

She heard him approach across the quietened room of the expensive restaurant. At first, she guessed it was someone walking past to the register, but soon the pacing came to a halt at her table. She ignored it, both embarrassed and intent on not making a scene, she took her glass in her hand and drank.

A sudden fragrant breeze passed under her nose as a rose was held near her. She took in a slightly surprised breath, savoring its pleasantness. Interesting, she thought, he has thought to bring flowers but presents them to me to smell. She struggled to work out if that was really sweet, or so stupid to draw attention to her condition. In the end, she opted for the former.

"Hope you like roses... Zinia?" a bass voice crooned.

"Yes... thankyou," she quavered taking the profferred flower in her right hand and sniffing it carefully. "A red one too... how boldly romantic."

Her distraction made her forget her manners for a moment until she realized he was still standing by her.

"Please... won't you join me... Caine, I believe it was."

She suppressed an embarrassed titter as she felt the slight pressure of her own cane in the seat next to her. She had wondered at the time whether it was his real name or a reference to the walking aid, but decided not to ask.

As Caine took his seat, a waitress arrived and offered them two menus, before bowing and excusing herself to let them discuss what to eat. Zinia reached a fumbling hand out and picked up the menu. Realizing at once it was in regular print not braille, she put it back down and looked at Caine.

 

[katalynn]

She was so innocent sitting there, trying to keep her composure, sadly with her nervousness she was failing. She was trying so hard to not make a scene, even though a few eyes wondered towards her table. Mostly because of Caine standing there, he paid no mind to them as he took the seat.

Zinia faltered a moment before taking the rose, her words showed her concern of the way I had presented it. Letting the words pass, she must have been through so much which only to see her now shows her strength of what she possibly had endured.

"I can only hope to bring you all the colors of many roses."

It wasn't a surprise to Caine that she would know the color of the rose, for they taught the blind well in schools. Taught them so much it was as if they could see. Zinia had put the menu down just as fast as it was handed to her. At first he was going to ask her if he would like to mention some of the things that it contained, then quickly decided that would embarass her more.

Taking her hand lightly, kissing the top of it just as lightly.

"I'll be right back... hope you are here when I return."

He smiled as he got up, taking one of the menus with him to another waiter and asked if they had one that she would be able to use. Luckily they did and he brought it back to her, kissing the top of her hand once again and placeing it on the braille menu.

"Is that one better?"

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

She wondered where he had gone at first, and whether he would return. It was a foolish fear perhaps given that he had said he hoped she would still be there, but nevertheless one she was used to feeling. When he did return, he handed her a menu and asked whether it was better for her. A quick caress let her fingers feel the braille indentations on each page.

She blushed and lowered her head, her mouth trembling slightly as she tried to form the words. Generally, she was used to people offering help that was no help, that was basically doing it for her. This... while she could have asked for a braille menu herself, or shown her usual trick of sniffing the aromas of the kitchen and tring to work out what was being served... this was a gallant act.

"Thank you," she said, raising her face towards the approximate direction she had heard his voice come from and giving him a smile. "You are so considerate..."

She allowed her fingers to trail the length of the menu, turning each page as she focussed in on the different descriptions. Lamb, crab, every form of pasta... all tailored to the restaurants own special sauces and spices. They had certainly tried to cater for every taste and her selection came easily. After only a couple of minutes she lay the menu down and waited for him.

She wanted to say something, but she did not know what. She wanted to say that she liked his gift and his consideration but understood if he would rather just leave. Yet she did not want to say that and drive him away. She wanted to say that she was grateful to him for answering her letter. Yet she did not want to say that and sound pathetic. She wanted to say she was scared. In the end, she simply said.

"Caine, I am ready to order when you are..."

She cursed her stupidity. He would think she had nothing better to say. Perhaps she didn't.

 

[katalynn]

Caine could tell he needed to take it slow with her, course he would anyway, but when he saw that look as if she was about to cry is what made it all the more reason to be slow. She wasn't used to this that much was obvious. Had to do something to break the ice, to make her feel some what comfortable. Though he wasn't quite sure what. Also he sense that Zinia had so many thoughts, there was more she wanted to say.

Caine didn't even look at the menu, he already knew what he wanted. Prime steak of course, medium rare with the tenderness that a fork can cut through it, slightly peppered. He also ordered the finest red wine possible. Zinia ordered first and when she was done, he handed both menus to the waiter.

When Zinia smiled at him all he wanted to do was hold her, caress her face, anything to bring her the comfort she needed. He wanted to hurt all those that hurt her, that made her this nervous. Instead;

"What other things do you like to do? Anything you like...."

Caine would already give her the world if he could.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

"What other things do you like to do? Anything you like...."

His question caught her off guard until she realized that she had spent so much time focussing on her disability that she had not really written anything about her hobbies and interests. Suddenly she felt foolish that she had been upset about those who wrote to her wanting a date with a freak. After all, if she had made such a big deal of her lack of sight, why wouldn't they. Caine, though, seemed so far only to care about it as much as needed to make things accessible for her.

"What do you think?" she asked, her voice soft enough to show it was not a chastisement. "Do you think that being blind means I have different interests? I suppose in some ways it does. I like things that involve the senses. I love music: classical, jazz... anything. Well, not rock so much. The tones and frequencies there can be a little... painful. I love the countriside. It probably sounds strange, but the difference in sound, scent, temperature and so much more between heath, field, forest and between the seasons, is incredible. I even like sports... provided the commentator knows how to describe the action."

Her lip curled at the corner as she decided to risk something. "Oh and I love to drive..."

She heard an uncertain breath from beside her and giggled. "I'm sorry," she said. "I couldn't resist that."

 

[katalynn]

Caine was taken back a little by how she responded at first. Then she started talking about some of the things she liked, sadly he liked his rock, but he also understood. Taking Zinias' hand in his till the food came. Hopeing she won't recoil her hand,

"I ask of your interests because I desire to get to know you, I would have asked no matter the situation."

He felt better when she heard the wateress gasp a little at her comment, even he laughed some, mostly at the waitress' reaction. They ate and talked some more, mostly casual things, what first daters talk about. Even some of the stupid things people do, just for somethiing funny to talk about.

Once the food was cleared and he waited for the check, he took the rose, hopeing he wasn't moving to boldly, he took the rose and lightly caressed along her lips and cheeks. Tracing her face as he held her hand with his other.

"If you so desire, I wish to take you for a drive..... Well, a long drive. You seem like you need a break from the real world for a few days..... If your willing to, wish for you to spend the weekend with me......... Nothing attached of course........ Though, if you do not desire to, I will more than understand."

Caine longed for his lips to be caressing hers, instead of the petals. For now, it'll have to be the rose that kissed her, wanting to take this at her pace. He said no more till he heard Zinias' response to his request to take her away. Finished paying for meal, stood up to put his coat on then helped her with hers, held out his arm in hopes she will walk by his side, arm in arm.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

His suggestion embarrassed her and she flushed deeply. What was he saying, that he wanted to go away on a dirty weekend? It also scared her. A stranger, taking her to an unknown place, with nobody there she who would recognize her? She didn't even have a bag with her, a change of clothing, anything.

Zinia raised the rose to her lips and smelled is perfume.

Somewhere where nobody would know her, where she would have no idea how people would react to her beyond the generic responses she knew to expect from anyone. She would not know where to go to feel safe there. It terrified her.

Zinia kissed the rose, feeling the petals curl against her lips.

Can I trust you Caine?
It was a question asked through the glass orbs in her eye sockets, not through her mouth.
Can I trust you?

"Yes," she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

She stood suddenly, shaking visibly with anxious expectation as she did so. She had lived so long in quiet safety, and this stranger had come into her life and offered to change that. She knew she was wrong, but she had been safe too long. She held out her hand, cupping the fingers and thumb to take hold of his elbow so he could lead her.

"Caine... let's go... before I change my mind."

 

[katalynn]

Caine smiled at her response, very pleased that she agreed to go with him. Felt wonderful to have her arm around his, they walked out and the vallet had brought his 65 caddy convertable up to the door. Though she would not see it, it was candy apple red with white interior, leather of course. The cadillac was his baby.... welll till now.

Lead Zinia to the other side opening the door for her as she slid in, the top was down so she didn't need to worry about hitting her head, though it wasn't just for her, he always kept it down.

"Did you want to go and pick up a bag of clothes and whatever you may need? Or would you like to go shopping when we get there, there is a small town with some very nice shops."

Caine started driving in a random direction till she said otherwise and if she chose, give him directions to her house.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

The wind whistling through her hair matched the thoughts in her mind, turbulent and wild. She was running away with a man she did not know to a place only he would determine. She was, in a sense, at his mercy and although he had shown himself to be a kind, gentle soul, it was a frightening prospect. Yet it was also exciting. She was tired of living afraid, and this was her chance to stop fearing to live.

"Did you want to go and pick up a bag of clothes and whatever you may need? Or would you like to go shopping when we get there, there is a small town with some very nice shops." He asked, concern that he do what is right evident in his voice.

Yes, it made sense. She should pick up her clothes, a suitcase, enough for them to last however long he intended for them to be gone. She could also get a phone number where they could be contacted and give it to the Creightons. She could check with the butler and...

No.

Zinia ran her hand across the seat until it lay on Caine's thigh. With a gulp of courage, she stayed facing forwards and said.

"Just drive. If we go home now... I will leave."

 

[katalynn]

Caine ~

"Fair enough, As you wish"

Caine turned around and headed for the highways, as he did so, he reached for her hand that she placed on his thigh. The drive was a good couple hours, least eight hours before they got out of the state. Soon she was smelling the scent of hay and other country atmosphere. Three more hours went by as he hit some gravel roads and soon stopped, shutting the car off.

Kissed Zinia's hand once more;

"I'll be right back, just need to check on a few things... Won't take long I promise... I'm sure you need to stretch your legs out so if you chose to you obviously can get out. Just don't wonder to far, it is dark out and also...... Don't want you running into a surprise I have for you later."


Smiled at her, there were some horses off to the side that he wasn't going to tell her about just yet, hopeing she will like one for herself. What he needed to check to see if the neighbor teens weren't inside. They would come over to take care of the horses while he was in town, only living a few miles down the road. Just as he knew, they were in there, sleeping, well the brother was. The sister, Sara, was wide awake at 3 in the morning.

About five minutes or so Zinia heard some 4wheelers start up and take off down the road. When he came out to get her, she was leaning against the car, looking like she was enjoying the nights air and the quietness, the horses were in the barn sleeping. Caine felt bad that she couldn't see the stars, they were shining brightly out here, never ending blanket of stars.

Taking both her hands in his, walking backwards while guiding Zinia's steps. Leaving her walking stick in the car, she was a bit shaky about not using it, so he took it slow and steady with each step. Again, he wanted to kiss her yet, refrained himself.

"The neighbor girl that looks after this place said you can borrow the extra clothes she brought, you two look about the same size. Hope that won't bother you. ... Sara and her brother keeps up this place when I am not here. And they stay here when i'm not, as a payment."

Felt like he should explain about the *neighbor girl* and why Zinia would have heard the 4wheelers earlier. Guided her up a few steps onto the porch, then once inside lead her to the couch in case she wanted to sit. Though after a long drive, doubt she would want to sit.

"It's a pretty decent size place, I actually live here and not the city. Just go there when work has meetings I have to attend every couple weeks or so."

He still had hold of her hands, not wanting to let go of them for they just felt so right in his.

"You are more than welcome to explore the place, after all you'll be here for a few days, might as well get to know your way around. There is a spare bedroom that you are welcome to sleep in, if you would feel more comfortable."

Caine leaned in and kissed her on the cheek before pulling away. Within a moment he walked out and got her walking stick so she can roam around a bit easier. Then went to kitchen to see what the teens had... or rather .. hadn't left to eat. He would normally need to go shopping when he came back. Luckily they left some left overs, meatloaf and some mixed vegetables that he started to steam.

"Hope you like meatloaf, they didn't leave much of a variety."

Caine chuckled lightly as he watched Zinia explore.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

The smells of the countriside seemed deliciously debased as the car sped onwards. Silage, foul and fetid, marked the farms where livestock was raised. Wildflowers blended with oil to form a new fuel for the heart. This was the slick of nature, far away from the buzzing refinement of the city. It made her smile.

How long they had been driving, she did not know, but it was long enough for her to stop wondering where they were going and begin to enjoy her time with him. The air began to chill a little marking the passing of time and they made small talk, never touching on anything particular, but always hearing each other's voices. Then, finally, he pulled over.

He made his excuses and left her to listen to the quiet around. A buzzing insect, a distant group of horses, the roar of a four-by-four all told her this was rural land. Perhaps a farm, perhaps something else. She considered getting out, but waited for him to return instead. Then, with his guidance, she followed him into the house.

It was a decent sized place, as he said, though perhaps not in the same league as mansions such as hers. But size and quality didn't matter, what mattered was she was here and so was he. This stranger, who still she did not know much about, had brought her to a place that she knew would be a place of change. Now, she just wanted to see how.

Eager to please, he left her to get her cane and then returned. He made some comment about the meal: meatloaf, was it? It made her smile. At home, she generally ate venison, lamb, pheasant, each delicately prepared by her cook. Now she was offered meatloaf and it sounded like a feast.

But it was not what she wanted. She wanted a different feast, that of the senses. She worked her way around the house, letting her fingers describe the place to her. Lacquered wooden surfaces, brass ornaments, riding equipment, a crafted wooden bannister. This was a country house, and a beautiful one. She heard him follow her at first, and made occassional apologies as she explored.

"I am sorry if I seem rude," she said, picking up another ornament and studying it. "I am simply curious as to what your home is like. It seems quite luxurious, exquisite even. You must be very pleased with it."

As he replied, she walked on. Upstairs, along the landing, through one door - a quick listen to the echo told her this was a bathroom. Out and through another door. Her cane touched something firm and as she turned and reached out, she found her hand sinking into pliant softness. It was a bed.

She turned to Caine and blushed.

"Please," she said. "Would you mind if I looked at you?"

He seemed confused at first, but approached her as she beckoned him forwards. Hearing his footsteps stop before her she reached out. Her hands met his rugged chest, covered by a cotton shirt. She ran them upwards, noting as she did so the flow of the curves of his chest and neck. Then her fingers savored his face. Full lips, high cheeks, a long nose with a slight unevenness on the left, deep eyebrows - very visible but not ridiculously bushy, and eyes sunk into deep sockets. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled, leaning forward into him.

"Sir," she said with a slight shudder. "A person could get the wrong idea when a gentleman leads a lady into his bedroom."

 

[katalynn]

Caine watched her every movement, thankful the dog wasn't inside, the one year old pup would be all over her. Has he finished warming the meat, taking the veggies out, covered it all for when Zinia did want to eat. Following her upstairs, few things were misplaced and had to apologize for the mess. Nothing she seemed to care about.

"No, your not being rude in the least. Just, other than the teens, don't have many people come here. Its rather....... fascinating to watch you enjoy yourself."

Smiled as he spoke, she was like an angel exploring the human world for the first time. Asking what some things were, but knowing most of them. Smirked some when she found the bedroom, my room no less. The bed had flannel bedding on it, seeing Zinia blush when she discovered what it was only made him laugh a little. That's when she asked to see him, at first her request threw him off, just out of no where and the way she asked it.

Slowly Caine moved up in front her, something about her touch that brought great pleasure to him. Smooth, delicate hands roamed over his torso, then to his face. Couldn't help but moan slightly, closeing his eyes just relishing the feel of her hand. Broad smile crossed his lips at her comment, running his own fingers through her silky hair and face.

"Oh really? Well, I think m'lady is the one that lead this person in here. So I have to wonder who has the wrong idea here."

Caines rough fingers caressed Zinias' face, over her lips lightly. Taking a step closer to her, his face was so close to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheeks.

"I will only do things at your pace. I didn't bring you here for this one reason. Wish for you to enjoy yourself, just having you here brings much pleasure to me."

He whispered softly, lips barely touching the soft skin of her cheek.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

"Oh really? Well, I think m'lady is the one that lead this person in here. So I have to wonder who has the wrong idea here."

Zinia smiled as she heard him continue the jest and leaned in closer to him, feeling his heart beat against her breast, his breath in her hair. She was so uncertain, so wanting and yet not. Ambivalent feelings of desire and fear battled for control of her mind. Too fast, Zinia, too fast, she thought as if reading what he was about to say.

"I will only do things at your pace. I didn't bring you here for this one reason. Wish for you to enjoy yourself, just having you here brings much pleasure to me."

His words of reassurance and comfort made her smile against his chest. He bent to kiss her cheek and that made her shiver. She breathed in his cologne and his manliness, enjoying the feel of him as he wrapped his arms about her. Biting her lip a little she fought for control to ask what she needed to here.

"Why did you reply?" she asked. "Why did you answer my ad? You know why I placed it, but you never said why you answered. Was it because you wanted to be with someone disabled?"

Her fingers played with his shirt and she felt the scarring underneath, matching the one she had felt earlier on his face. Was this it? Did he feel that just because he had a couple of minor scars he could do no better than a crip? She blinked away a tear at the words she had heard from so many others in so many ways and waited for his reply.

 

[katalynn]

Caine held her close in hopes to bring her more comfort, reassuring Zinia of what he says is true, that he will not rush her into this. She was so perfect in his arms, never wanting to release her now that he has her. But, her words, her questions made him pull back just a little. Lifting her face up and looked into her eyes, though she couldn't look back, the feeling was enough for the both of them. Caine kissed her lightly on the lips, just a simple kiss yet so much emotion was behind it.
When he pulled from the kiss to answer her, all he could was smile.

"I didn't know you were crippled. After all you can walk, talk, do things most others couldn't. If that is crippled, then most of this world is crippled."

Again he spoke in his deep soft voice, wishing to hold her tightly again, afraid of not letting her go, he refrained from doing so. Not wanting to go to fast and push her away.

"As for why I answered, to be honest, I don't have an answer for that. Something deep inside told me to take a chance, to call out to you. It has nothing do with your situation, in fact its a shame that people would make you feel this way. I see a beautiful woman right here in my arms looking back at me."

Yes, he purposly used the word looking, because it felt like she was. Combed his fingers through her hair, caressing her face with each passing stroke.

"You are probably wondering about the scars. They have been with me since I was 12, some kid didn't like me hanging around his sister. So, him and his friends decided to beat me up and use me as a speed bump for the tricks they did on their bikes. And far worse..... but let's not think about that."

Held back a tear of his own as the memories came trashing in, he wouldn't let that ruin this though.

"Me being scarred has nothing to do with why I responded. I responded becaused I Wanted to get to know you. Not just any girl, nor any crip. Something about your ad that drew me to you."

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

She felt ashamed as she listened to his tale and bit her lip to stop herself interrupting. Zinia had been so used to people mistreating her one way or another for something as obvious as blindness that she had forgotten the world was full of abused men and women.

So selfish, she chided herself silently. How could I not stop and think.

She raised her head from his chest to face his own face, and gave him a soft smile, wishing she had tear ducts to cry for him. Her fingers played with a button of his shirt, opening it to let her hand through and rested it on his chest, feeling the warm heart beat underneath.

"Oh, Caine," she said. "I'm sorry. I wish..."

What? she thought, That I could have been there? What could I have done? It's not like I could have stopped them.

A knot formed in her throat as she felt impotent to protect him. She had been protected by a few trusted friends and employees her whole life and now she had met someone whom she wanted to protect. Yet she couldn't, now or ever. What could she give to him, she wondered, as she sought some gift that would show him her feelings.

She thought of sex, of giving him the gift of her body. After all, that was what they said men wanted. Yet not this one. He had said he didn't bring her here for that, that he just wanted to get to know her, and if that was his desire, it was what she would do.

She sobbed in her throat as she decided to expose herself, not physically but far more intimately, to him.

"Caine," she whispered. "If you want to know me... close your eyes."

She waited, unaware of what was happening.

"Have you closed them?"

"Yes," he said.

"Then wait a moment."

She searched her way across the floor, using her hands to search out what items she could. An ornament, heavy and cold, long and pointed with a dip inside; a brass rowboat. A hardened piece of orange rid, shrivelled yet still strongly odored; pot-pourri. Something long and plastic, with feathers at one end; a duster, no doubt left by the last person to clean. She took all these in her hands and returned to where Caine stood.

"Caine, the bed is right behind you, can you feel it with your thighs?"

He said he could.

"Back against it and sit down, but keep your eyes closed, please. I want to show you something."

She heard the springs of the bed give and followed them to stand before him. Then she lowered herself into a kneeling position and reached out with one hand to find his right hand. Once she found it, she lay the brass ornament in his hand.

"This is how I see," she said. "Can you feel it, raise it to your nose and smell the aroma. Tell me when you know what it is."

 

[katalynn]

Zinia started to say something just before she went silent, Caine wondered what she was going to say, though had a guessing feeling. He did as she instructed without hesitation, interested in knowing what she has planned. She felt his eyes to make sure they were closed.

Heard her exploring for something. The first item she placed in his hands felt familiar, yet with his eyes closed it was unknown to him. Took him a few moments, wanting to open his eyes but kept them closed for her.

"It's brass, I have many brass things. But this....."

He was begining to realize what it was, was the rowboat the neighbors youngest made, his dad taught him how to do things like this.

"It feels like my rowboat. First thing the neighbor kid made."

She said he was right about it being a rowboat, she then placed something harder in his hands A hardened piece of orange rid, shrivelled yet still strongly odored; pot-pourri
This one took the longest for him to get, smelled of oranges, but it didn't feel like an orange. Caine wondered where she had picked this up from, afraid it was some molded thing. Though, it didn't smell like mold. Then something clicked, Sara like the sent of fruits and always brought in those dried flowers and what did she call it?!?

"This one is a hard one sweety.. Smells wonderful though..."

He was trying now to remember what Sara called this stuff.

"pot-pourri..."

Caine spoke as if he remember and also asking if that is what it was. He was begining to understand how hard it is for Zinia, not being able to see. He had never thought much about it, and now, here he was, blind leading the blind. Zinia was leading him into her world.

Next she placed the duster in his hands, he knew this one right away. He liked to play with the duster sometimes when he was bored, picking on the puppy at times.

"This is a duster.."

With this he opened his eyes, tracing her face with the feathers. Tracing along her neck line and collar bone.

"I have a surprise for you, though, it has to wait till tomorrow. If you so desire you may keep it....... There is another suprise, though she is a bit wild with company around. So that to can wait, less you want to meet her now."

He chuckled, the puppy, Snoopy, loved to have people around. Behaved for him when it's just him, but when company was around, she at times got wild and hard to control. After all, she's only a year old.

Caine replaced the duster with his fingers, lightly trailing the softness of her face and neck. Closed his eyes while guiding her hand to his face, he wanted to see her how she saw him. Though, he had to watch where he placed his hand, not wanting to spook her by touching a certain place by accident. The way he was feeling her neck and face, Zinia could tell he had his eyes closed.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

It both pleased her and annoyed her that he had so readily been able to guess the objects she had given him, but then, they were objects from his own house. And then he chose to tease her with talk of another woman, a woman who was playful. Zinia flushed momentarily, wondering briefly what he could be thinking. Then it occurred to her, 'she' hadn't been described as human. If this was a farm there were probably all kinds of animals around. As she let her mind drift to explore the possibilities, he reached for her.

His fingers on her face felt divine, arousing in their gentle caresses. She let him use his hands to explore her features for a while, sighing pleasantly as he did so, but eventually she stopped and brushed his hands aside.

"There's one other thing I want you to see in the way I see it," she said, biting her lip quietly as she made a decision to do something she wanted to despite her fears. "Although, this is probably the first time I've seen it too..."

She heard him make a slight noise, quizzical in his curiosity.

"Shhh," she said. "It's this."

She raised her hands to cup his cheeks and pulled him to her. Guided purely by instinct and wanting, she pressed her lips against his, feeling the warmth of something she'd denied herself before. Long seconds she held him there before she parted, feeling her lips still tingle at his touch.

 

[katalynn]

Zinia brushed his hand away, his first thought was he had did something wrong. Or she realized this was moving to fast. Then she started to speak, Caine had wondered what she meant by this is the first time she may have seen it..... Thats when she kissed him.

Caine wrapped his arms around her when she pulled away, not moving to fast, he pulled her closer to him. Zinias' kiss still burned deeply on his lips, hesitated for a moment before bringing her into the kiss again. Deeper, filled with passion as he parted his lips and ran his tongue lightly across her lips. Lightly pulled her all the way from the floor and slowly layed back onto the bed, with her on top and never breaking the kiss. Zinia was in control of how far this went, for now the kiss from her was the most wonderful thing Caine has felt in the longest time.

While she was laying on top of him, Caine began to run his fingers up and down her spine. Playing in her hair, hopeing she wouldn't pull away, yet, feared she would.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

Too much... too long...a world of feelings and emotions washed over her as she felt his fingers trail over her back. The power of him as he lifted her, the pressure of his form under her as she moved on top of him, his lips, his sweet tongue...

Zinia sighed in pleasure as she raised her head slightly to caress his face. She could feel his breath on her as they touched and held one another, savoring the pleasure of each others form.

"You are beautiful you know," she said, smiling as she did so. "You do know that don't you?"

She kissed him again, lowering her lips to taste him, drawing apart his tongue with the nervous skill of someone new to the craft of love. Eagerness, tempered by uncertainty, drove her to sample him ever more deeply. She wanted to know more of him, more of his mind, more of his body. Yet she was not ready... not... at least... for that, she told herself.

 

[katalynn]

Caine just held onto her tightly, as if he was protecting Zinia from the world. Ignoring the arousal that was growing within him, yes it took all he had to not lift her shirt just a little, to feel the softness if her bare back.

"Not as beautiful as you.... Not even the roses can compare to your beauty."

His smile broaden when he saw her blush, only to bring him into her own kiss once again. Caine couldn't get enough of her, wanted more, that much he can not deny. He kicked off his shoes and with one leg on the bed, pushed them both further up onto the bed.

"Stay with me?"

He whispered into her ear just before taking the earlobe between his lips, lightly sucking on the nape of her neck just behind her ear. His heart was pounding hard within his chest, so afraid of moving to fast for her, at the same time he couldn't let her go. Finally lifted her shirt just a little, enough for his hot hands to rest on her lower back before again they started to trail along the softness of the new found bare skin.

"I will never leave you Zinia."

Whispered softly as he continued to lightly feast on her neck and ear.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

"Not as beautiful as you.... Not even the roses can compare to your beauty." he whispered.

She wanted to reply, to object: both to the idea that she was the more beautiful and to his rejection of her compliment. His lips claimed her once more before she could speak, their intimate embrace driving such protestations from her mind. When he broke from her he was speaking once more.

"Stay with me?" he said.

She smiled. It was a request she wanted to much to comply with. One that, for now, she could. And his hands and his lips continued to excite her. When he untucked her shirt, she only moaned against him.

"I will never leave you Zinia."

His voice, barely audible in volume, screamed at her. Never leave you... Never leave you... What was he saying? He didn't know her, he hadn't seen her as she really was. They had just met. It was the same promise her mother gave her father before she divorced him, and the threat she had made when she abused Zinia.

Zinia tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast. She shook her head, pushing more fiercely.

"Stop!" she snapped, as she finally tugged away from his grasp and rolled off him. She sat up, straightening her clothes distractedly as she turned from him. He reached a hand out to touch her shoulder but she batted it away and stood.

"You've no right to say that," she said, her voice breaking as she mourned what nearly was but could not be. "No right."

 

[katalynn]

Everything was perfect, till suddenly Zinia did what he feared she would do, only with different resons. At first Caine was shocked that she wouldn't even let him touch her now, then she said I have no right?!?! What was it, the copliment about the roses? Or did she think he didn't accept hers? Or was it when he asked her stay with him?

Watched how she stood up and turned her back to him, slightly getting the idea of what it was that upset her so.

"Zinia, your right I had no rights in asking that of you, nor saying that. It is true none the less. Only way I will leave you now is if you ask it of me. In the meantime....... "

Caine wanted to tell her that he loved her, but for now he had to find some way of calming her down.

"If you want to talk about it, I am here for you. I obviously do not know what you have been through, and if you wish to speak about it, I'm sure it will help us both."

He layed on the bed for a few moments before sitting up further on the bed, his back against the wall. Waited for her to either tell him to take her back home. Or to let him in the wall she has built against him and all others.

"Please, Zinia, don't shut me out now.."
Was all he could really say, it was more of a thought, but the words escaped none the less.

 

[BadForm]

Zinia

"Speak about what?" she said, her voice almost venomous in self defence. "You think I'm here as some kind of entertainment? I should just lay out my life for you to examine?"

She caught herself and bit her lip, trying to stifle the overwhelming memories and feelings. No, this wasn't fair. She wasn't being fair. He wasn't like that... maybe her mother had been right... maybe she, Zinia, was the twisted one. She certainly seemed to be making a mess of this.

"Look," she said, turning to try to face him. "I'm sorry. It's just... I mean... you don't want to hear how disgusting I am, the things I had to do. Maybe... maybe you should just take me home... maybe you'd be better off without me to mess things up for you."

His hand reached for hers and although he remained silent there was a strength and assurance there that told her he wanted to know, he really did care.

"Are you sure?" Zinia asked, and he responded warmly.

"Are you... certain? Ok, I'm sorry I reacted like I did it's just... that was what my mother used to tell me, ever time she... every time she made me do.... do... things with her. 'I'll never leave you, Zinia, your just too good.' 'I'll never let you go, Zinia... don't bother trying.'"

She wasn't explicit, but the implicit meaning was obvious.

"She said it to my father too... and she ran out when I was nine years old.... I'm sorry... I just got scared...."