Queensland College

[cgraven]

OOC: This thread will deal with a mythical college in Australia. It will be free in form with many different setting around the campus for under grades and grad students to play out their collegiate fantasies.

I am looking for some one to play the female role to my Dr. Maple. His character will develop in the following. She must be a strong creative writer or willing to take the lead. My writing is normal strong; take charge and I want to follow the lead for a change. She is a seductress (red hair and a petite build are my own personal weakness. I know, male surprise, surprise.)

If you wish to attend please submit by PM.


Thanks

IC: Dr. Maple sat in his office it had been a long day. He was still running on Canadian time, hadn't quite gotten use to everything turned about. Australia was beautiful but it should be winter coming on not summer.

It was a long road that had brought him from McGill in Montreal to this small Australian College. The scandal, the acquisitions, the charges of rape, Jean crying the last day "All I wanted was for you to love me". Yes he had been cleared of the rape charges but the rumors processed. True they had an affair and it was proven it was mutual. His reputation was ruined, they had he was let go. Yes let him go without prejudice. That was when he was forty. There had been a string of temporary positions but nothing permanent. Dr. David Claude Maple at fifty was settling in to another position. This far away from the land he so loved all because he had scrummed to the passionate side of his nature.

The year had been good. New collogues, good conversation, and teaching again, his passion. No! He would not let that passionate French side of him out again. All here saw only the conservative proper Welsh academic. Reserved in all things except, when he dawned the vest and mask of the swordsman. There the passion stilled flashed as the tip of his rapier paired and trusts until he found his mark, touché, and the killing blow.

Dr. Maple was running late as he sprinted across campus from the gym to his isolated office in his bungalow by the graduate students' complex. Consoling sessions, course selections for next year, for some, for others sent back to try again. He had just finished the last of today's schedule. All had shown but one. She had not even bothered to send a message. A shame really. She was brilliant and showed great promise, but too much of the free spirit.

The campus was quite now. Suddenly there was a knock on his door.
Come in I was just putting on some coffee Ted. Emerging form the kitchenette he stopped a contemplated joke frozen on his Lips. It was not Ted Knight but she.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

Emily Peters did not know she had missed her appointment, couldn't have cared less if she did. She was too preoccupied with her dissection of a Shakespearian sonnet to notice when the time had come and gone. The topic had come up at the pub the night before and she had spent her afternoon in the library analyzing the Renaissance language.

Three hours later, she slammed a heavy folio closed with satisfaction. She had proved the point quite satisfactorily to herself, never mind the idiot from the Boar's Head.

The large ornate clock above the entrance caught her attention. Something clicked and the petite redhead groaned. She had missed her appointment with Dr. Maple.

"Bloody Hell!"

She considered forgetting the appointment completely. She would much rather take a long walk up the coast to that little jazz club. Maybe ease some of the nervous energy that had been building in her muscles. But no. She would probably live to regret it. With a tortured sigh, she collected her belongings and slung her heavy bag over her shoulder.

His office was clear across the campus, but Emily didn't bother to hurry. She took her time, enjoying the walk, tossing a few peanuts she kept in her pocket to squirrels along the way. Her long red hair, plaited into a braid, swung behind her back. When she had got to Dr. Maple's office, she had a pleasant rose tinge to her cheeks and her blue eyes gleamed with energy.

Emily knocked and opened the door when she heard a voice say, "Come in."

"Hello, Dr. Maple. I'm Emily Peters." That was it. No apology for being two hours late. She just stood there, her slightly slanted eyes were pure speculation as she looked over the professor, from head to toe.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

The campus was quite now. Suddenly there was a knock on his door.
Come in I was just putting on some coffee Ted. Emerging form the kitchenette he stopped a contemplated joke frozen on his Lips. It was not Ted Knight but a young attractive red head.

"Hello, Dr. Maple. I'm Emily Peters."

She was ravishing. Her beauty untamed and wild. Dr. Maple felt a certain stirring, but no. Not this time, it would be all business, and very professional.

"Miss Peters do you have any idea of what time it is?"


He saw the casual I don't give a damn look that she didn't even bother to conceal.

"Do you even care?"

He was stern with her a coping mechanism he had developed scenes McGill.

Miss Emily Peters! So this was the brilliant student that he was to mentor for the summer session. Brilliant yes, but dedicated that was another matter. Could she prove her position in a short concise, logical way, or did she bludgeon you to death with her brilliance and reams of paper. Could she take criticism and learn or would her reputed free spirit rebel condemning her to a position of teaching at a mediocre college, her brilliance wasted. He would wait and see.

All this flashed through his mind as He waited for Miss Emily Peters' response.

 

[Honey_B]

"'Time's winged chariot hurrying near and yonder all before us lie, deserts of vast eternity.' I hope my being late isn't as serious as all that." Emily smiled and dimpled at her deft quote of Marvel.

He really did frown in the most adorable way.

"Look, time doesn't mean much to me when I've gone off on something like I did this afternoon. But, I realize I've offended you and I'm sorry."

She ran her blue eyes around the cramped quarters of his office. Without invitation, she took a seat on one of the uncomfortable university-issue chairs, gracefully placing her feet on her thighs in the classic lotus position.

"The objectification of women," she said.

"Excuse me!" Dr. Maple said and looked up.

Emily flashed her dimples again. She had caught him taking in the limber qualities of her long denim-clad legs. Something flared in his hazel eyes and he flushed.

"The objectification of women in the Shakespearian sonnet as it applies to the theme of time - the subject of my thesis. Do you even want to discuss this now? Listen, why don't I make up for my being so terribly late. I'll fix us some dinner."

Before he could answer, she had jumped up and headed for the kitchenette. "You know, I'm a fabulous cook when I bother. Let's see..."

By the time, he had reacted and followed her into the kitchen, Emily had butter heating in a small skillet and was cracking eggs into a bowl.

"Omelette?"

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

"Excuse me!" Dr. Maple said and looked up.

"The objectification of women," she said.

"The objectification of women in the Shakespearean sonnet as it applies to the theme of time - the subject of my thesis.

Do you even want to discuss this now? Listen, why don't I make up for my being so terribly late. I'll make us some dinner."

"You know, I'm a fabulous cook when I bother. Let's see..."

"Omelet?"

Miss Peters several hours' late sweeps in spouting a never-ending triad of her options. Takes over his kitchen uninvited. Her attitude dismisses him like he was a schoolboy instead of a fellow. Liberally flashed her dimpled smile, prancing around and showing off her denim-clad legs.

Dr. Maple was fuming inside as he followed her into the kitchen; Emily had butter heating in a small skillet and was cracking eggs into a bowl. He reached passed her turning down the gas.

" Miss Peters quite a performance. A bit cheeky though for some one of your supposed brilliance."

"Was that Puck or a modern version of Kate? Do tell!"

The whole purpose of this program is trust and respect between the mentor and the student.'

"Your actions today make it painful obvious that you have no respect for me."

"Do tell, is that because I'm the new boy?"

He was harsh and meant to be.

Naturally he had noticed her. The lithe movement, flashing green eyes so full of life, her wild copper mane barely contained in a single braid. But that was not the point she had been late and her attitude was rude.

 

[Honey_B]

"Obviously you either did not hear or chose to ignore my apology for being late. I do not apologize unless I truly mean it. I don't know how you expect to foster trust and respect by insulting me. I make no claims to my supposed brilliance, as you call it. And, I do not appreciate being called cheeky or a shrew for being friendly."

Emily carefully set down the bowl.

"Now, if you will excuse me. I have wasted enough of your valuable time." Emily bit her lip to stop it from trembling.

She walked back to his office and stooped to pick up her bag. Her vision blurred with unshed tears. Damn, he was arrogent! This was going to be a very long semester.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

"Now, if you will excuse me. I have wasted enough of your valuable time." Emily bit her lip to stop it from trembling.

As she brushed by him returning to the office. David noticed the glistening of the tear that was forming in Emily's eye. She was stooping to retrieve her bag.

"Miss Peters you are correct and I apologize. It has been a long day and I am tired and hungry."

He had hurt her that much was obvious. Yes she had been late. Certainly she had come breezing in here with the fullness of life. A creature wild and beautiful. Was it really her tardiness that so upset him or was it something else, that the mere presence of her, stirred in David something that scared him so? His voice softens slightly.

"Miss Peters, Emily I certainly will understand if you wish to leave and request a new mentor."

What had moved him to call her by her christian name? The feelings within him warred for control. Which would win. The aloof Welch professor or the sensitive French poet?

"I would love an Omelet. May I offer you a cup of coffee before you go?"

He hesitantly extended his hand. Emily's back was to him. He longed to reach out, to touch her, to take away the sting of his rebuke. No he mustn't he knew he would be lost if he even touch that soft shoulder. Slowly he drew it back.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

"C-c-coffee? No, I-"

She took a deep breath and tried to relax. The effort was impossible, her hands had started to shake. Her skin broke out into a thin sheen of sweat. Oh, No! She suddenly couldn't remember the last time she had eaten and now she feared she would pay the price.

The bookbag slipped from her grasp, landing on the ground with a thud. She fumbled helplessly for her candy but only came up with a handfull of peanut shells. They slipped from her numbed fingers in a papery cloud. Her world began to tilt.

"Diab-"

Emily swayed. Dr. Maple caught her from behind before she fell. She only hoped he would see the silver bracelet around her wrist before she blacked out.

The silver bracelet that read, 'Diabetic'.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Mapel

I stood there frozen in time. Emily's softly rounded shoulders shook with the indignation my hasty words had created.

Suddenly she turned on me her bag in hand. Emily's movements was so swift and cat like that my fencing reflexes forced me to take a step back every muscle poised for action. I saw the fire flash in her dazzling green eyes, her cheek colored with anger.

"C-c-coffee? No, I-"

Then dramatically a change came over Miss Emily Peters. All color drained from her face. Her lips changing from a natural ruby red to a lifeless blue.

"Diab......"

The word trailed off as her knee's bent and her body started a dowered sliding pirouette. No time for though or reason, only action. I caught Emily up in my arms as she slid towards the floor and in one fluid motion swept feet from the ground and her into my arms.

The softness and strength to her petite body laying warm against my chest. It surprised me that there was a wild, yet gentle quality about her.

As I laid Emily on the coach, I spied the medical alert bracelet on her dainty wrest. "Diabetic".

What was that she said about not eating? Rushing to the kitchen I garbed a can of coke popping the top it erupted all over my shirt and pants. No time to worry about that know. Rushing back to the setting room I rammed my shines into the coffee table nearly drowning Miss Peters with the soda.

Emily's speech was a little slurred and I couldn't make out what she was saying as I cradled her in my arms and let her slowly sip the sweet soda. I let her recline on the coach as I got a blanket to cover her form the sideboard.

I knelt by the side of the coach and on impulse took her hand in mine.

"All in all not the smoothest of meetings, Miss Peters" a shy smile soften my face.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

Distantly Emily heard someone say, "All in all not the smoothest of meetings, Miss Peters."

As her mind began to clear, she realized it must have been Dr. Maple who had spoken. He was kneeling right next to her. His face looked different. She couldn't put her finger on it until she realized that he was smiling. He looked quite handsome when he smiled, his face losing its detached look. Impulsively she reached out and stroked his cheek.

"I hope you don't mean that. You're quite a mentor if you can save my life the first time we meet," Emily smiled faintly.

Her skin felt cold, clammy, and... sticky? When she sat up, the blanket fell away and she groaned. Of all the days to wear a white tee-shirt. She had been drenched in something that looked like cola and the wet fabric molded around her breasts. The events of her time here were foggy at best.

"I hope I wasn't too much trouble... That I didn't embarrass myself. The sugar crash makes my behavior erratic and then I can't remember very well what I said or did."

She stood up, a little unsteadily.

"I was lucky you knew to give me something sweet. Most people wouldn't. Now, if you will excuse me, I've troubled you enough. I need to go back to my dorm room. If I don't get something substantial to eat soon, I'll crash again and be right back where I started."

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

Impulsively she reached out and stroked his cheek. Dr. Maple tensed at Emily Peter's touch. It wasn't that he was repulsed by her jus the opposite. He had been down this road before, ten years ago at McGill, mentoring, closeness, shared interest, and then accusation and betray. Yes he had loved, but none to wisely. Now establishing himself on a new half a world away, far from his beloved home. It appeared to be starting again. His mind raced to catch up with the present only catching bits and pieces,

"I hope you don't mean that. You're quite a mentor if you can save my life the first time we meet," ......... "I hope I wasn't too much trouble... ...That I didn't embarrass myself. ......The sugar crash...... behavior erratic ....... can't remember very well .......said or did."

He vaguely remembered a faint smile, a charming face, flashing green eyes, and a wild coppery mane barley contained in its' single braid.

Miss Peters' hand was cold, clammy, and... sticky as she stood unsteadily. Dr. Maple still held that delicate hand, that also had strength, warmth to it. With out think
He brought his free arm around Emily's waist to steady her.

Emily that was the first time he thought of her as Emily, not Miss Peters or Emily Peters, but just simply as Emily.

Her nearness frighten, her wild natural fragrance threaten to overwhelm him. His fear started to excrete that stoic Welsh aloofness.

"I need to go back to my dorm room. If I don't get something substantial to eat soon, I'll crash again and be right back where I started."

Her words snapped him back to the present. As he really looked her for the first time.

She was a mess! Her fresh white T-shirt was covered in coke, plastered to heavenly form, and there was a rather embarrassing wet spot down the front of Emily's Jeans.

"Miss Peters have you taken a look at your self?"

"If you leave here looking like that, my reputation will be ruin" Maples voice was stern, but there was just a hint of a twinkle in his eye.

" Besides you would not get 40 meters before you would pass out again"

"What would Dean McCloud say about a dead body practically on my doorstep?"

"Besides do you want those eggs to go to waste."

"Miss Peters you need something to eat now." Maple's voice was serious no nonsense. " There?s a shower just off my rooms with a washer and dryer. You can grab some kit from my closet."

Maples turned on his heel headed for the kitchenette leaving Emily no room for argument.

He was retreating. He needed time to collect himself. Maple's through himself into preparing their Omelet

Emily Peters was left there standing alone.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

Impulsively she reached out and stroked his cheek. Dr. Maple tensed at Emily Peter's touch. It wasn't that he was repulsed by her jus the opposite. He had been down this road before, ten years ago at McGill, mentoring, closeness, shared interest, and then accusation and betray. Yes he had loved, but none to wisely. Now establishing himself on a new half a world away, far from his beloved home. It appeared to be starting again. His mind raced to catch up with the present only catching bits and pieces,

"I hope you don't mean that. You're quite a mentor if you can save my life the first time we meet," ......... "I hope I wasn't too much trouble... ...That I didn't embarrass myself. ......The sugar crash...... behavior erratic ....... can't remember very well .......said or did."

He vaguely remembered a faint smile, a charming face, flashing green eyes, and a wild coppery mane barley contained in its' single braid.

Miss Peters' hand was cold, clammy, and... sticky as she stood unsteadily. Dr. Maple still held that delicate hand, that also had strength, warmth to it. Without thinking he brought his free arm around Emily's waist to steady her.

Emily that was the first time he thought of her as Emily, not Miss Peters or Emily Peters, but just simply as Emily.

Her nearness frighten, her wild natural fragrance threaten to overwhelm him. His fear started to excrete that stoic Welsh aloofness.

"I need to go back to my dorm room. If I don't get something substantial to eat soon, I'll crash again and be right back where I started."

Her words snapped him back to the present. As he really looked her for the first time.

She was a mess!

Her fresh white T-shirt was covered in coke, plastered to that heavenly form, and there was a rather embarrassing wet spot down the front of Emily's Jeans.

"Miss Peters have you taken a look at your self?"

"If you leave here looking like that, my reputation will be ruin" Maples voice was stern, but there was just a hint of a twinkle in his eye.

" Besides you would not get 40 meters before you would pass out again"

"What would Dean McCloud say about a dead body practically on my doorstep?"

"Besides do you want those eggs to go to waste."

"Miss Peters you need something to eat now." Maple's voice was serious no nonsense. " There's a shower just off my rooms with a washer and dryer. You can grab some kit from my closet."

Maples turned on his heel headed for the kitchenette leaving Emily no room for argument.

He was retreating. He needed time to collect himself. Maple's through himself into preparing their Omelet

Emily Peters was left there standing alone.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

Emily did the prudent thing for once and followed directions. She didn't have the spirit to flash her fiercely independent streak. Besides, Emily rather liked how being taken care of felt. She found the promised washing machine and stripped, throwing her damp clothes with some soap into the machine, and turning it on. She smiled as she entered the professor's bedroom without a stitch on. Walking around in the nude certainly did not bother Emily in the slightest, but she was amused by the thought of Maple's reaction if he were to see her.

Instinctively, Emily knew that he was attracted to her. She had known from the moment he had touched her when she had tried to leave. His lingering touch had communicated louder than words. How very odd then that he should throw up so many walls. Emily could not help but be intrigued. What was his story? Had he been hurt? Betrayed?

Emily grabbed some toiletries and headed into the bathroom. As she started her shower, she began to feel a little light-headed. She had better be quick about this. Bathing in record time, even washing the sticky cola out of her hair, she was out of the shower in five minutes. She quickly toweled dry her long hair and ran her fingers through the damp curls. A robe hung on the back of the door and Emily picked it up, slipping it over her shoulders. She closed her eyes and gripped the counter for support, but it had nothing to do with low blood sugar. She was enveloped in his scent and it had a powerful effect on her.

Her eyes snapped open. Enough time for that later. She retraced her steps to the kitchenette and leaned against the wall watching the professor, waiting for him to notice her.

"I'm quite sorry for borrowing your robe without your permission, but I thought it prudent to throw something on while my clothes wash."

Emily knew very well how she looked, leaning against the wall. All wild and wet, with only a robe on. And there wasn’t a damn thing the professor could object to. The thought made her smile sweetly at Dr. Maple.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

Miss Emily Peters, his reaction to her nearness, her obvious beauty, the no nonsense strait from the shoulder approach to life, had scared him and scared him badly. He hadn't felt like this about anyone, wouldn't let himself, sense Marie Christine and that had been a disaster. No it wasn't Marie's fault, not really, but societies. Young College girl, older man, her being taken advantage of, he abusing his authority, The University, and her father. They needed a sacrificial goat and he was it. In the end even Marie Christine turned against him to please her father.

All this flashed through his mind as he busied himself preparing their dinner.
Eggs, mushrooms, a little onion, garlic all the little things that make food a meal. Juice orange; juice that what Emily needed.

Where the hell did I put it?

He turned to check the frig. He stopped in mid stride almost falling over. There she was, Emily leaning against the wall one bare foot raised slightly braced to the doorframe to steady herself. She was wearing his robe. Big as a tent on her petite frame. It engulfed Emily from her neck to mid way down her calves, except where it fell away from the knee, of her leg that braced against the wall. Just revealing a glimpse of her thigh.

"I'm quite sorry for borrowing your robe without your permission, but I thought it prudent to throw something on while my clothes wash." She was smiling.

Emily was a thing of beauty to behold in the oversize robe. Her hair damp and wild, a little disheveled. A vision of a grown woman in the fullness of her beauty, and yet some how a child trusting.

Maples swallowed hard to stop his racing heart.

" It's just aboout ready. The dishes and things are in the dresser. Sorry it's the counter or the coffee table in the study. Afraid there's no chairs.

" That is if you feel up to it?"

Yes he was afraid, very afraid.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

"Mmmm, it smells wonderful, Dr. Maple."

She simply adored his reaction to her, but she loved the way he tried to cover it up even more. She supposed he could be acting out of some sort of displaced chivilry, but she doubted it. Didn't mesh with his sometimes brusque manner. No, Mr. Maple was trying to hide his attraction to her for a reason.

"I think it would be better if I sat down. Would you mind if we went into the study."

Emily knew she would be probably be fine standing, but Dr. Maple didn't have to know that. She would much rather curl up with him on the sofa. Emily rolled up the sleeves on the robe and dug out plates, flatwear and napkins.

"I will just carry these into the other room."

Emily set the things onto the coffeetable and sat down on the sofa. On impulse, she went to her bookbag and retrieved a notebook. She sat back down, tucking her feet beneath her, and flipped to the last written page.

 

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Dr. Maple

"Mmmm, it smells wonderful, Dr. Maple."

He busied him self with the final preparations, to distract himself from Emily presence.

It was a coward's dance for him as he tried to avoid her nearness in the small kitchenette. They brush past each other barely touching. But each chanced encounter set off a new set of ragging conflicts.

Emily collected the table settings as his robe softly swished about her legs. Dr. Maple couldn't help but notice the sensual rhythmic movement of Emily's hips, as she padded barefoot while she went about her tasks

There where snippets of conversation; she .. "I think it would be better if I sat down."

....." Would you mind if we went into the study."......."I will just carry these into

the other room." He.... " The juice is on the counter"..." Hay you bring back

those plates. What do you expect me to serve dinner on?"

BLOODY HELL! Did he real address Emily so informally, as if they had known each others for years?

Finally dinner was ready. Twenty minutes an hour at the most and this ordeal, this battle he fought with himself would be over. He need, longed for time to regroup his emotions, or did he?

Dr. Maple almost dropped the plates.

The sight of her caught him completed off guard. Emily was sitting back in the sofa; her feet tucked beneath her, and flipping to the last page of a notebook.

Maples placed the plates on the coffee table and desperately looked for some place to sit. Some palace other than the obvious.........beside Emily.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

"Thank you."

Emily took the plate and moved as far to one end of the couch as she could. She was appalled that he still acted as though she were some sort of temptress. She ate her eggs without comment, seeming to take no notice in them or Dr. Maple. It was difficult to keep her eyes from straying to the page in her lap. She knew that he watched her, trying to look like he was not. She took a long slow breath and set the empty plate on the coffee table. Finally for the first time since early afternoon, she felt completely herself.

"Do you believe in fate, Dr. Maple? I usually don't but days like today have the unique ability to make me think there could be such a force. Do you know I almost did not come here at all? Realized my appointment time had long since passed and I strongly considered taking a long walk up the coast. But for the nagging feeling that I might regret it, I would have gone."

Emily looked up and saw she had his complete attention.

"You and I both know that had I done that, I would most likely be dead."

She paused and swallowed, not exactly sure whether she was making a mistake.

"I know that you're afraid of something. You don't have to tell me what it is. Just let me read you something."

She picked up the notebook, and read the words she had scrawled the night before.

We will meet again, you say,
And when we do,
I know the way,
The atmosphere,
Will burst apart;
A mote of dust will spark,
Become a star;
The air will dance with heat,
Light coming from nowhere;
The slightest breeze,
Will kindle fire, like touch;
And you'll be here,
As you are now;
There will be no last;
It will always be,
The first time for us,
Unless I say goodbye.

Goodbye.

“This would have been the last words of poetry I would have ever written, a poem about the fear of desire. I ran away from someone, ran all the way into the Renaissance. And you know what? I almost spent the last moments of my life locked in that world, trying to win a long-dead argument about the past.”

Emily stopped and took his hand, her blue eyes intent, looking into his.

"I know you trying to be careful, trying to prevent whatever it was from ever happening again. But, Dr. Maple, are you truly living if you are starving a part of yourself. I tried that and I almost died."

Emily rose to her knees, almost touching him on the narrow sofa. Her hair was almost dry and she combed it back with her fingers.

"Dr. Maple, look at me. I am not the past. I'm just Emily," she said approaching the line.

"I see how you look at me, but I don't think you've noticed the way I've been looking at you. I’m not afraid anymore." She said, stepping over it as she leaned in and gently brushed his lips with a kiss.

 

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Dr. Maple

Emily's simple and direct statement caught him completely off guard. The truth of her pome struck strait to his heart, as sure as any archer's arrow.

Had he really been living. Was it the fear of losing a position that held him back or fear of life and lost love. Maple no longer sure, but in his heart of hearts he knew Emily was right.

Emily remained true to form honest, no nonsense, and strait from the shoulder.

David was not shocked or taken aback by Emily's Kiss. Nor did he impulsively rush in with the ardor of a school boy ready for yet another conquest. No he just accepted what Emily offered a sweet, gentle, and deep Kiss of two kindred spirits that had walked the same dark road.

He broke the kiss gently placing but a single finger upon her lips to silence her, to restrain her.

"David" he whispered it, soft as an evening breeze. "Name is Zavid" it had the ring of his ancient French fore fathers. He held Emily hands before them folded as if in prayer, hers within his. Not to separate but to join.

Softly, quietly he told her of Marie Christine, of his fears, and of the demons of his own mind. It was not a passionate out pouring but a gentle sharing of the soul. At last he was still spent. A single tear trickled down his rough weathered cheek.


He sat there on the edge of the sofa truly naked before Emily.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

Emily caught his tear with a fingertip.

"David"

She tried to communicate everything she felt into the saying of his name. Wrapping her arms around him, she drew him close in a tender embrace. She felt small in his arms, but somehow it was she who comforted him. He was vulnerable. They both were. Real emotions had passed between them, but should she press the advantage. Seduce him? Could she somehow free him from the prison he had built for himself.

She disentangled herself.

"David, I want to kiss you, caress you, make love to you. But, I'll leave if you don't want me to go." Her voice was low, husky with emotion.

To confuse the issue, Emily kissed him again. This time taking his mouth with the passion his vulnerability had bred in her. Her tongue sought entry and he acquiesced by parting his surprised lips. She sought the hidden places of his mouth, her tongue a silky smooth caress.

 

[cgraven]

Dave

"David, I want to kiss you, caress you, make love to you. But, I'll leave if you don't want me to go." Her voice was low, husky with emotion.

David was taken by surprise at his own action as he parted his lips to receive Emily's kiss. He relished the smoothness of her tongue as it entered his mouth. He responded hesitantly as his tongue sought her's. Shyly, tenderly the counter to Emily's wild passion, a dance of opposites, searching for a common ground.

David was no longer confused about what he wanted. He simply wanted Emily and yet he could not trust himself to take the lead. To lead where Emily had shown so clearly that she also wanted to journey .


Slowly he broke the kiss. David was flooded with emotions he had banished for these many long years. Not trusting his coward's tongue he whispered,

"Stay"

He meant it with all his heart and soul. He yearned to hold Emily, to join with her, and to be one with her. Yet no other words could come to his lips except the gentle plea to stay.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily Peters

Stay

He wanted her to stay. Instinctively, Emily knew that while he may have admitted that, he was not ready. Not yet. She wanted to smash his walls to bits. Emily smiled, arching an eyebrow. She had thought of something.

Emily stood up and held out her hand.

"Let's go into the bedroom, David."

The feel of his skin on her palm was electric. They walked down the hall into the bedroom. Emily stepped into the circle of his arms. David's hands went around her waist and she looked up at him. Her face was innocent, her big blue eyes wide.

"Lie down, David. On the bed."

She bit her lip, hoping he would trust her.

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

As if in a fog David heard "Lets go to the bed room".

Emily took his hand in hers. It was small compared to his, soft where his was rough, strong and sure where his was not. David did not think, reason, or rationalize. He was tired of the struggle but also afraid of himself. He simply surrendered and allowed himself to be led as if he where a child.

Emily words and the vision of her where his only desire.

Her face was innocent, her big blue eyes wide.

"Lie down, David. On the bed."

She bit her lip.

Willing but hesitantly he complied. Trust, could he real trust her?

David so desperately wanted to put all his trust and being into Emily's hands.
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[Honey_B]

Emily

She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up David's right hand. The skin felt warm to the touch as she slid it inside her robe and over her breast. She gasped a little as the skin of his palm slid across the sensitive bud of my nipple. Warm leather over silk.

“David, I want to feel you, to be close to you...”

Even to her own ears, her voice sounded husky with provocative promise.

Her hands moved to the belt of the robe and she untied it, sliding it free from the loops.

“Will you surrender the use of your hands for the time being?” Emily asked as her fingers closed around David's hand. She wrapped the end of the sash around his wrist and tied it. Emily pulled the other end through the headboard, wrapping it around the slat as she drew his arm above his head. The binding was not tight. He could easily free himself if he really tried.

“I’m not trying to trap you. You will easily be able to free yourself if you want to, but I don’t think you will. Surrendering control paradoxically gives one a kind of freedom, David. That’s what I want to give to you.”

She reached out her hand.

“Give me your left hand. Please.”

 

[cgraven]

Dr. Maple

Emily places my hand upon the swell of her breast. Her ridged nipple slides across my palm and between my fingers. It is heaven and hell all at once. I have taken a leap of faith with this wild sensual creature. I will go where she leads though my inner daemons still tear at my soul.

Emily's voice comes to me.

"I'm not trying to trap you. You will easily be able to free yourself if you want to, but I don't think you will. Surrendering control paradoxically gives one a kind of freedom, David. That's what I want to give to you."

Emily reachs out for my hand.

"Give me your left hand. Please."

I give Emily the hand she asks for. Surrendering myself to the freedom of captivity. A freedom that I long for but as yet still can not grant myself.

 

[Honey_B]

Emily

Emily bent over and drew David's other arm over his head, winding the end of the belt around his wrist and tying it securely. The movement caused her robe to open and she looked down at him and smiled. Straightening, she kneeled next to him and slipped the robe from her shoulders.

"Even if you won't admit it, I know you want to touch me. Just as much as I want to touch you. The difference," she said with a little laugh, "Is that you can't and I can."

She ran her hands over her breasts, teasing the nipples between forefinger and thumb before concentrating on him. Her fingers moved to his shirt and she pulled it free from his waistband. Emily nimbly attacked the buttons and quickly undid them, opening his shirt when she was done.

"What that means, David is that nothing is going to be done that I don't want to be done. You don't have any power here but then again, you don't have any responsibility. "

She bent over him again, this time letting the rosy tips of her nipples come into contact with the soft cotton of his undershirt. She didn't just kiss him; she took possession of his mouth. Cupping his face between her hands, she ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, easing them open. She lashed out, seeking the hidden places of his mouth. His tongue came to life, challenging hers in response to the torrid kiss. As she ravaged him with the kiss, Emily ran her hand over his chest.