Real Story

[GageWilliams]

OOC: This is just something. Add to it what you'd like. Don't describe your character OOC, let your words do that. This is to be a story if nothing else.

IC:

The cemetary was empty. They always were when by the time he reached them. His eyes moved calmly over the heap of dirt that lay in front of the newly cut stone. The writing was clear and new, so it had to be the tears on his eyes that made the words blur. The rain fell hard on his form, and he was hardly ready for the weather when he had gotten out of his car. The wool fedora and full length overcoat had soaked through after the first ten minutes. His face looked gaunt and pulled too tight at the moment, the moisture running down his face and making rain indistinguishable from tear.

He knelt and sighed, placing a single white rose on the grave. The man who had raised him when no one else would was gone, and now all he had were memories and the beginning of some sort of search.

He wouldn't know too many people in this town anymore... not that they ever knew him or wanted to. He stood and brushed hopelessly at the mud that had collected on his knees where they had rested on the fresh, soft earth. His hand had been gripping the rose's stem and now blood was coursing slowly down his fingers. He didn't notice.
He got back in his car and didn't notice the water that pooled in his seat or hung from his shoulder length black hair. His clean shaven face glistened lightly and his dark eyes shone. He had to see her. Michelle would know what was going on. She always had when they had spent every night together.

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel and his knuckles turned white. She'd want to know why he left... but he'd deal with her questions as she came up with them.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

Michelle sat at her vanity eyeing herself in the mirror. It had been a while since he had left and she was trying to see what was wrong with her body.

She had red curly hair that went down to her mid back. Of corse she wore it in a braid a lot of times but still, it was pretty enough. Her eyes didn't have wrinkles yet, only 27 years old she better not. They were a mysterious green color. Her nana used to say it was mossy green, but they were enough to capture your attention.

Her lips were the full pouty type many men enjoyed having their wife to have. She loved her lips. She sat looking at herself licking them seductively.

She stood up where her breast were in view. They were still perky as when she was a teen. No sagging, no kids. Her middle was still tight. She was a looker.

So, now the question was why did he leave? If she was still pretty, no maybe not a super model but pretty still, why did he leave her all alone?

 

[GageWilliams]

The rain was still pouring when he stepped out of the aging Camaro and walked up the front steps of the large Victorian home. There weren't many of these homes in this town and his mind suddenly flashed back to another rainy night three years before. He face had been fuller then. He had been overweight much of his youth, and then, when he was 25 he was just beginning to grow out of it.

Now, the streetlights caught his face and it was obvious that every inch of his form was etched. His form was tall, when he stood totally upright he could nearly touch the ceilings in some homes. Not this one. He remembered the vaulted quality of its interior and he smiled, but the smile was hollow.

He remembered his final address to her, when he had given her the only thing of any value he had ever owned, except for her love. He remembered handing her the letter he had written and sealed with wax. Around that letter was a simple red ribbon and the necklace. His grandmother had given it to him on his sixth birthday, and told him that it was his mothers. The small celtic etchings had been lined with emerald and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, except for Michelle.

The letter had been simple, containing only the poem he had written:

Of all the things on this earth,
None do I love like thee.
Let all of them shower my feet, but
You are all I need.

Yet, it has happened, as always,
Our paths must seperate, to
Unifty again later on.

She had cried. He had waited until he was back in the car to let his own tears fall gently. He had then driven to see his grandfather, the old man now freshly in his grave. The only family he could remember at all, and told him that he had to leave. Two heartbreaking affairs in only an hour. And then he was gone.

Now, he stood and looked at the heavy door in front of him and heard the resonance of the inner chamber when his fist pounded it's finish. Perhaps she wouldn't be home. Maybe she didn't even live here anymore... Maybe she'll forgive him.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

She was still looking at her form in the mirror when someone pounded on the door. She looked over at the clock and realized it was way late in the evening. No one should be beating on her door this late.

She fiddled with her necklace, a nervous habit she had picked up after he left. She was worried that it was someone who would rob her. What if they wanted to rape her?

She grabbed her robe and throwing it on headed down the stairs to the door. She flipped on the porch light but couldn't tell who the shadowy figure was.

Opening the door with the chain lock still in place she asked, "Yes, May I help you?" That is when she recognized the stranger. She just stood there, not able to speak, her mouth hanging slightly open.

 

[GageWilliams]

He was about to turn away when the porch light came on. The door opened slightly and he saw one green eye. One of those two gorgeous green eyes that he had wanted to spend every night looking into so long ago... and had.

He realized that his fedora was surely casting harsh shadows on his face and as he removed it, he saw the dawning look of recognition move over her face. As much as he wanted to speak, he could think of nothing to say. His mind worked over time as his body was frozen in a state of sudden catatonic expectation. He had forgotten how beautiful she truly was.

The words were out of his mouth before he even knew he had thought them. "He's dead." He tried to keep the pain out of his eyes, but it wasn't happening. It wasn't until that moment that he felt cold. His clothes were soaked through and he was still being rained on, he felt the strength sap from his thick arms and legs and as his body shivered he wondered if he was going to pass out... somehow, he stayed upright. His eyes met her one again and he looked down, wondering what else he could say.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

She noticed what a pitiful sight he was. "He's dead." was all he spoke. She hurridly undid the latch and asked him in. "Please, come in. I am sorry I kept you waiting. How are you?"

The words flooded from her lips before she could concentrate. What was she doing? He left her! Why was she feeling so sorry for him?

She went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. Tossing it to him she sat on the couch. "Where have you been? Do you need some dry clothes or will the towel do?"

 

[GageWilliams]

His hands moved quickly and fluidly, catching the towel limply and then just letting it sit in his hands. He dared to look up and into her eyes and then let himself take in her entire form. Three years hadn't touched her anymore than they touch the pyramids or any other wonder of the world.

He heard her words slowly and she sounded far away, as if she were at the end of some distant tunnel. His vision blurred and he tried desperately to remember what he'd read about hypothermia... before he could finish the thought, however, his knees were buckling.

He felt the world melt and then his legs went out under him. His head made contact with the floor and he thought how ironic it would be that he would die now...

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

I watched as he fell to the floor. My first reaction was just to leave him like he left me but my heart told me to go to him.

"OHMIGOD!" I ran to him, laying his head in my lap, taking the towel to dry his hair. He was so cold. "Andrew, are you ok? Honey, talk to me."

I tried covering my body with his at least his head, trying to warm him up. I took my robe, thick terry clothe and tried undressing him out of his cold wet clothes. Then I took the robe and laid it around him. Please wake up. I told him. Please.

 

[GageWilliams]

His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, but he opened them to find her face so close to his. His clothes were in disarray, but he was at least lucid enough to know that humility could wait.

Warmth... His voice was thicker than he imagined it could be and the words took so much effort. Need warmth...

He looked into her beautiful face and tried to remember what had been so important to make him leave. He saw the necklace dangling from her throat and a tear worked its way loose of his eye. Despite the refusal of his muscles, he tried to lift himself up from the floor.

He stumbled like a drunk, bumping into walls but avoiding anything of value, through either luck or sheer will. He stumbled again at the entrance of a bedroom and his head barely avoided contact with a metal table. As he set on all fours on the floor, he was again unsure of how long he could last... As he began to lose consciousness again he looked to where she was standing.

I love you, Michelle. I always did and I always will... and I'm sorry for leaving.

His head felt heavy and he was incredibly tempted to just sleep, but something about that thought scared him. He looked up to her again.

Help...

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

She runs over to him, helping him into the bed. "Sleep my dear Andrew." The many years no longer a problem. She had loved him the whole time he was gone and he was back. Was it for good?"

She kissed his lips and grabbed a blanket. "Sleep. I will watch over you." She laid next to hiim her arm around him and stayed there watching over him.

 

[GageWilliams]

His body felt only slightly warmer when next his eyes opened. He was in a bed and nude, and beside him, there she was. He took what strength he had left, which was little and gently put his large muscular arm around her, dragging beside her, hoping to heat himself with her body. She may hate him, he wasn't sure, but he knew that if was truly hypothermic, he would die unless he got his core body temperature raised up again.

He pressed his icy flesh against her and refused to look in her eyes. He felt like some animal, but he was frightened. He had come home, finally, to find his grandfather recently buried and after three years of yearning for her, her body could save his, if she would. His teeth chattered and he tried not to frighten her as he turned her to face him.

His large hand covered hers and moved it gently over his back, telling her that he needed to be held. His face buried itself in her throat and he desperately tried to warm himself as his naked body was again racked by cold and shaking.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

He pulled her closer. He wanted her heat, but was it more she sensed? She thought she was going out of her mind. She felt he was a dream. "I love you Andrew. Let that thought warm you."

She nuzzled to him as close as she could. Her body warm against his cold skin. She kissed his lips, something she had longed to do for all these last years. "This should warm you as well."

 

[GageWilliams]

Her lips touched his and another tear crept from his eyelid. He had loved her so long, and here she was again, saving him... from more than just hypothermia. His muscles spasmed slightly and he tightened to her, feeling the heat return to his blood and that blood beginning to rush down to his waist. As much as he desperately wanted to just hold her, his body reacted as it always had, and always would.

His lips carressed hers and his hands found their way to her breasts, gently brushing over the pale skin there. He let his lips trail down to her throat and his teeth drag over the sensitive flesh there and at her collarbone. He forgot about the last three years and instead he was back home, where he belonged, in her blessed arms.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

His body seemed to reanimate itself. He started kissing her as if the three years had not really gone by. She began to doubt her sanity. Had it been three years? Am I dreaming now?

She pulled herself away. What was she doing? Had he came here just for sex? How could he leave and just think she would stay here and wait for his return. Yet, she had. She had waited all night the night he left for his return. Then that night became a week and that week a month. The months soon turned to a year and then another.

She looked at him. She was afraid he would disappear again, but she had to know why. What was more important than her? "Why? Why did you leave?" Her tears fell, out of her control now. She was not expecting to cry. Hell, she hadn't expected him to return. "Andrew, I loved you, still love you. But I have to know what was more important than me? Was there another?"

Her questions came like rapid fire. She couldn't stand not knowing but her own desires wanted to take him in her arms and kiss him until he promised never to leave again.

She reached out to his face, her hand cupping his cheek. He was so weak looking. He looked as if he no longer took care of himself.

"Please, let me love you." She said as her tears continued to fall.

 

[GageWilliams]

He had known it wouldn't be easy to come back, but he had done it any way. He looked at the hurt in her eyes and his heart broke, knowing now that he had done it. He could not blame that look on anyone else, it had been he that had hurt her. Finally, after much too long of a pause, he spoke.

I had a brother.

The words stung the inside of his mouth like angry hornets. Tears prickled his eyes even though he desperately wanted to be strong, for him and for her. He was still week and tired, and his body ached, but she deserved to know.

When my father left, I was so young... I never knew that I had an older brother who went with him. The day I left, I had been going through a stack of old newspapers I found in a closet. And one cutout showed a little baby boy, and my parents... and that baby wasn't me. His name was Scott. I talked to my Grandfather that night, and got every piece of information that I could about where my father and brother might have gone. He showed me a postcard my mother had gotten with a picture of the Washington Monument on it. The writing on the back was simple and more cordial than warm... but with just that postcard, I decided I was going to go find the rest of my family.

His body was suddenly overcome by the cold once more and he quaked beneath the covers and beside her. He looked gently into her eyes and sighed. There was so much more to tell, but he wasn't sure he could tell it now. His tears had stopped but it didn't appear that hers had.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

My eyes were still filled with tears as he told me of his adventurous idea. Anger took over me for a moment and I hit his chest, "Why didn't you take me with you? Why just up and leave?"

I realized that I was hitting him and stopped, kissing at his chest where my fist had hit. "I am sorry, Andrew. I .....I have missed you so much."

I looked at his sleep filled eyes and tucked him up under the covers. "Rest now. I want to hear of your adventure when you wake."

I patted his hair as he drifted off to sleep. When I thought I could leave without waking him I headed for my own room. I would wake early tomorrow and cook him a breakfast for him to get his energy back. I deserved an explanation.

 

[GageWilliams]

...Back in Washington. How had he gotten back here? He looked around and it was night, his car was parked not too far away and he was standing in front of the door where the return adress on the postcard directed him. He heard a noise and suddenly there was a pain in his back, he had spun around quickly and there was a noise like breaking. A figure was running and holding its arm, it looked less human with each step. His back was bleeding, he could feel the warmth, and as he reached the car, he checked his pockets, suddenly realizing the figure's intent. His wallet was there, all his money, his keys, his watch... but something was missing. The postcard that had been in the pocket with his wallet was gone. It didn't make any sense, but that was the case.

Suddenly, he was awake. His body felt better, warmer... but something was missing. Michelle. He looked at the clock on his bedside table and it read 5:23. He had only been asleep a few hours, but rather than risk any other dreams, he felt like getting up. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants that he found in the closet and eased out the door.

He walked around the house with trepidation but remembered it's layout fairly well. He checked into the master bedroom silently and saw her form spread over the bed. A gentle smile formed on his face. She was still here, and he still loved her with all his heart... he was the luckiest man alive.

He found the kitchen and turned on the light. After roughly an hour had passed he heard bare feet rummage their way to the door. He turned around and smiled. He gestured to the table, on which he had fixed a buffet of food. Eggs, sausage, pancakes, waffles, biscuits, gravy, bacon, and a variety of muffins... all of the cookware had already been cleaned and put away with the exception of the mixing bowl he was now drying. He gestured to the table and did his best to smile.

I figured I owed you something, and I promise to restock your pantry this afternoon...

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

She was still drying her hair with a towel as she walked down to the kitchen. She was worried she wouldn't have enough food in the house to cook him a decent breakfast. She opened the swing door to the kitchen and looked in amazement at all that was there.

Andrew was standing there with a whole buffet of food out. She didn't realize she had kept her cabinet so stocked since he left, but he had cooked and cleaned up even.

"I was planning on cooking you breakfast and then bringing it to you in bed." She said quietly. "So, shall we sit?" She says as she seats herself at the table.

She puts some food on her plate and looks at it. She doesn't do much but pick at it. "Do you feel like you could continue your story?" She ask as she starts to munch on her food.

She looks up at him, tears filling her eyes. "I am sorry. It just has been so long."

 

[GageWilliams]

He took the seat next to hers and they sat for a moment before she spoke. As her eyes filled up with tears, he felt his heart once again break and he wondered if he could ever fix things here. How horribly ironic to get here finally and have it all be ruined anyway...

His face moved to her hers and he gently kissed her beside her mouth. Not wanting to go too fast for her. His eyes got slightly larger as he looked into her beautiful green ones. He took a moment, and then he spoke.

I went to DC, to find them. When I got there, the house that the return address listed was abandoned in a bad part of town. As I stood on the door step, I was stabbed in an attempted robbery. I spent a week in the hospital because the knife had apparently nicked my kidney.

After that week, the hospital bills were huge. I spent some time in DC, working them off, making enough money to move on. The strange thing was, that if I hadn't gotten stabbed, I would have been back here and given up years sooner. Instead, I had to go file a report at the police station, and it was there that things got stranger. After the police officer got my name, this strange look went over his face and he showed me a wanted poster for someone that looked a lot like me, but older. It was my brother. The cop told me that they had spent a few years looking for him, but never found him. Someone had tipped them off that he had left and gone to New Orleans, but they didn't have the time or energy to follow on it.

After a few months of making sure that everything was on the up and up in DC, I took a drive down to New Orleans, hoping to get some answers there. To make a long story short, I spent the last three years going all over this country looking for the only other person who shared my blood. In the beginning, I'd call home and talk to Gramps every day. Soon it was once a week... then once a month. I got the news that he had died the same day that I found out my brother had been dead for over a year. I had just gotten back from the grave with the small stone that the state had bought for my brother when my phone rang. I always let Gramps know where I could be reached, but he never did. He knew I was doing this for me...

My brother was a drug dealer. It ended up getting him killed. If I had ever found him, he wouldn't have been worth talking to, or at least that's what I've collected.

He reached into the pocket of the pajama pants where he had put his wallet. He took it out and flipped it open. Inside there was very little, some cash in the large compartment, but on the inside only one item. A picture of Michelle that she had given him five years ago. It was worn and faded, and it was obvious that he had spent every day of the last three years looking at it.

And I did take you with me, Michelle. You were there the whole time. I couldn't let you brave danger for a stupid quest of mine... but I did take you with me...

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

".......but I did take you with me." His words filled her ears and her heart. She knew by looking at the photo that he had loved her all these years.

She put her arms around his neck hugging him not wanted to ever let go. "Promise me you won't leave again." She told him, wanting him to promise to be hers always. She wanted to hear that he still wanted to marry her and take her away from this town.

She lifted up tears still streaming down her face, tears of happiness that her true love had returned. She pressed her lips to his, holding him close and kissing him so enthusiastically that she had to pull away to catch her breathe.

Her eyes met his and in that instant it was as if the world stood still. There were only two people in the world. They were there together as she felt they would be for eternity.

"Swear it that you will never leave."

 

[GageWilliams]

It took a moment for him to realize that she was accepting him again. His heart snapped suddenly back together and he suddenly felt stronger and happier than he ever thought he would again. He returned her kiss deeply, and when she broke away from him, he couldn't help but smile. She didn't want him to leave. He heard her.

I don't want to leave, Michelle. I never want to leave you again.

He picked her up and the food on the table was forgotten. He carried her to her bedroom, their lips meeting over and over again on the trip. He laid her down gently and sat on the bed beside her, kissing her face, then her throat and letting his teeth drag gently over the hollow of her neck. His hands moved gently over her skin, pushing out the tensions of the night.

I love you and I'll never leave again.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

Michelle listened to what he had to say. His hands roamed her body and it felt so good. She had longed for his touch these last three years. It felt good that he wanted her. Her hands raised to his face, cupping his cheeks, and pulling him to her. Her lips met his in the first of many kisses she would give him today.

Her nipples hardened under his touch. Her body longed to feel him make love to her like he did all those years ago. Her clit tingled at the touch of another human being instead of her own. I have died and gone to heaven she thought to herself.

Her right hand left his face and slid down his chest. He was looking better since he had some rest, but still looked thin. "I should have been with him to take care of him." She thought to herself as her hand slid around to his back.

She felt a scar that had not been there before he left and realized it was the stab wound. She felt a pang of guilt about not being there to help him through his hard time.

 

[GageWilliams]

Her fingers traced his body and he loved it... loved her. Her hand found his scar and he flinched slightly, remembering the time he had spent in the hospital.

He kissed his way down her throat and down to her collarbone. He slowly wrapped his mouth around one of her nipples and teased it with his tongue and teeth. His hands found her back and then moved lower. He gently grabbed her ass and gave it a little squeeze.

He knew he would never love anyone more than Michelle, and he never knew it more than he had right now.

 

[ARaynes]

Michelle

His lips went to her nipple and her back arched into him. He was again in her arms kissing her, holding her. She wanted him to make love to her like he used to.

His hand went to her ass and squeeze, and she moaned at the pressure. She felt herself get wet, knowing that soon, he would be feeling how wet she was. Shocks of electric like impulse flew through her body.

She took her free hand and went to his pajama bottoms. Her hand touched down on his cock and felt it twitch under her weight. He was excited, wanting her just as much as she wanted him at that moment in time.

She gave it a gentle squeeze, letting him know that she was there and she needed him. God, how she needed him.

 

[GageWilliams]

He kissed her throat again as he laid her on her back and put himself between her legs. He slipped the pants off of his hips and down his legs. He kissed his way down her body again, starting at her lips and down to her hips, then back up to her lips. He felt his body react to her and he positioned his cock between her legs. He slowly entered her body and remembered how it had been so many years ago. He kissed her deeply while entering her and let his hands meet her hands and felt his body and soul join with hers.