Trapped in the snow. (Open to all)

[PogueMahone]

Trapped in the snow. [Closed for PogueMahone and Flurtayshus]

I'm new to the board but would like to start a new thread if anyone's interested. The idea is my character gets stranded in a snowstorm and wanders into a strange house, anything can happen from there. Anyone interested? PM me with your character.




Me-
Charles Grissum
Mid 20's



My car coughed once then died, leaving me stranded next to the highway during the biggest blizzard that this part of the country has seen in a century. Swearing profusely at anything even remotely mechanical I climbed out of the car and looked around for any sign of help. The highway was deserted, everyone else having enough sense to stay inside on a day like this. Shrugging my shoulders I started back towards the last exit I had passed, fortunately for me I hadn't gone far before my car died and after fifteen minutes of trudging through the knee deep snow I reached the exit.

The off ramp was as deserted as the highway was and the snow was getting deeper by the minute. If I didn't get out of the storm soon, they probably wouldn't find me until the spring thaw. Just as I was about to give up and head back to my car I thought I saw a faint light shimmering through the trees. Trying to figure out what I was seeing I headed in the direction of the light. As I approached I saw that it was an old farmhouse, set back from the road, it's windows dark but a lamppost shined next to the snow clogged driveway. I could have cried at the sight but I was afraid that my tears would freeze on contact with the winter air.

I knocked on the door, shaking the built up snow off my head and shoulders, praying that someone was home. If not maybe I could break in, at that point anything to get in from the storm was looking good to me. Just as I was about to knock again I saw the curtains move as whoever was inside peeked out at me, the sound of the door being unlocked a second later. The door swung open a little and I slipped into the warmth of the house quickly. I don't think I appreciated central heating quite as much as I did in that moment, the waves of heat sweeping over me.

As I stood there hugging myself to keep warm I looked around to see who my benefactor was.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa watched as the lone figure trudged up the driveway through the snow. She’d been expecting him for hours now, though he didn’t know that. His weariness was palpable; she could feel it and she knew that by now he was physically and emotionally vulnerable.

The shadowy figure climbed stiffly up the steps and paused just outside her door. Her first instinct was to throw open the door. She’d been expecting him after all but common sense told her that letting him knock first would be less suspicious. However, after he’d knocked she couldn’t resist taking a peek at him from behind the curtain. It was definitely him. Her heart began to race.

Janessa couldn’t believe it. She’d been having these dreams for weeks and with every day the images became more and more clear. And here he was just like it had been happening for days on end.

He was just about to knock again when she grasped the doorknob and swung the door open. He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him and waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. He hugged himself and let the warmth of the central heating seep back into his bones.

“Hello Charlie.” Janessa whispered in her lilting Irish accent unsure how to approach the situation. She knew things about this man. Knew things that would probably upset him if he were aware that she knew. “You must be tired.”

It took him a minute to realize that she’d called him by name but when he did he froze. “How do you know my name?”

Janessa clear that she’d made her first blunder tried to regroup. She needed to find out if he knew anything about where he was or why.

“Wait.” She said attempting to quell any panic that might be stirring inside him. “Do you know who I am? Do you know me?”

He paused at that and she could see him taking her in. Janessa knew that he could see her thick, dark auburn curls that fell well passed her shoulders, her creamy brown skin and bright iridescent green eyes. Her coloring was unique to say the least but she could see the appreciation for her looks in his eyes.

She asked again, “Charles? Do you know me?”

He shook his head in silence. “Should I?”

“Probably not.” Janessa reached for his coat and after a moments hesitation he relinquished it. “It’s too bad you locked your keys in the car. As soon as the roads clear, we’ll call a tow truck. They’ll be able to get the keys out and take the car to a station.”

“I didn’t lock my keys…” Charles patted his pockets for the keys and came up with nothing. Now paranoid, he snatched his jacket from the hook that she’d hung it on and checked those pockets as well. There were no keys.

“How did you know that?” He demanded to know. “Who are you?!”

“Charlie, please, you’re exhausted. Sit down. Rest and I will tell you what I know.”

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

"Hello Charlie." The woman whispered, her soft voice and irish accent making me look around in shock. "You must be tired."

I certainly was tired, I could barely stand up and my thoughts had become sluggish. I felt like I was about to pass out but forced myself to stammer out, "How do you know my name?"

"Do you know me? Do you know where you are? The mysterious woman asked.

I looked at her carefully, my head spinning. There was something strangely familiar about her, like something from a half forgotten dream. Her thick auburn hair and beautiful green eyes stirred something in me as I found myself wanting to call her by name and pull her close to me. "Should I?" I asked trying to calm my racing thoughts. There had to be a reason she seemed to know me.

I was so distracted by her appearance and the nagging sensation of familiarity that I almost didn't hear what she said next, something about my keys being locked in the car.

"I didn't lock my keys.." I started to argue as I patted my pockets only to find nothing. I grabbed my coat from the hook where it was hanging. How'd it get there, I thought to myself, I was really having trouble focusing on more then one thing at a time. Did I hang it up or did she? I seemed to remember her hanging it up but I couldn't remember giving it to her. Pushing this problem to the back of my mind I searched frantically for my keys only to find them missing. "How'd you know that? Who are you?!" I asked feeling a bit of panic creep into my befuddled mind.


“Charlie, please, you’re exhausted. Sit down. Rest and I will tell you what I know.” The beautiful Irish woman said, guiding me into a dimmly lit room. She motioned for me to sit on a large overstuffed sofa as she moved to light a fire in the fireplace. As tired as I was I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she moved smoothly across the room. Even as I fought to stay awake I had the urge to take her in my arms and kiss her full lips.

"I must be dreaming," I murmured to myself as I felt the heat of the fire pushing me towards sleep. "Who are you?" I asked her, my voice sounding slurred in my own ears. "Where am I? And how'd you know my name?"

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa watched as the wood caught in the fireplace and began to burn brightly. She stood and turned slowly to Charles. He’d sat down on the plush sofa and was slowly relaxing deep into the cushion. His eyes fluttered drowsily and she knew that he was lost to her this day.

Janessa walked over to the couch and sat down next to him. Her hand caressed his cheek and his exhaustion would allow him to do nothing more than to except her touch.

“Charlie.” Janessa whispered and his eyes fluttered open for just a moment. “Never mind love.

It didn’t take long before his breathing had become deep and steady. For the sake of his comfort and his health, Janessa undressed this beautiful young man getting him out of his wet clothing. After covering his striking nude form with a soft chenille blanket, Janessa leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Immediately a shock seized her body and paralyzed her in place.

The force of it threw her head back and she saw a flash of lightening, followed by the image of a couple locked in an intimate embrace.

Then there was the feeling that the breath was being sucked from her lungs and a flash of Charlie’s panic-stricken face.

The feeling that her body was being violated was so intense that she whimpered out loud and then she crumpled to the floor.

And there she remained until Charles came awake hours later.

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

Charles woke up slowly, the comforting warmth of the fire making him lay there sleepily for quite a few minutes before he realized that he was completely naked under the blanket. He blushed at the thought of the woman, had she told him her name?, undressing him. From what he could remember of her she was beautiful but his exhaustion had made his memory of meeting her confused. Looking around the dim living room, Charles figured that he had only been asleep for a few hours if he could judge anything from the faint light coming from the windows. He really should get up and get dressed, although he wasn't sure where his clothes had gone.

As Charlie sat up, he noticed for the first time his mysterious benefactor laying unconcious on the floor. Jumping off the couch he bent over the attractive woman, his hand going to her neck feeling for a pulse as he watched carefully to see if she was breathing. Assured that she was still alive, Charles slid one hand behind her knees while he placed the other around her slender shoulders and gently picked her up in his arms. As he held her unconcious form to his chest, Chalres felt again that nagging sensation of knowing this woman. Yet he was sure he hadn't met her before today, there was no way he'd ever forget a woman as beautiful as she was. He was so engrossed in contemplating her face that it took a few minutes before he realized that he was still standing in the middle of living room completely naked. Feeling like a complete fool Charlie quickly carried her into her bedroom, laying her gently down on the bed.

Only as he stood up, looking down at her face framed by her auburn curls, did Charles wonder how he had known where her bedroom was. This troubling thought was driven from his mind however as the woman on the bed stirred, moaning slightly as if waking up. Concerned, Charlie knelt down beside the bed his hands reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. "Are you all right?" He asked softly as he saw her eyes slowly open.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa’s eyes opened slowly and took in the kind face that hovered above her. The warm sexy blue eyes that bore into hers.

“Are you all right?” He asked softly.

She allowed the question to sink in for a moment and then the memory came back to her. Janessa jerked up from the bed. “Oh god it happened again, didn’t it?”

It was a mistake sitting up that fast. The vision had physically taken a toll on her and the nausea made her eyes roll back.

“Whoa, whoa its ok.” Charles held the back of her head and guided it back down to the pillow. “Lay down.”

“God, I thought they would stop once you were here.” She moaned pitifully.

When she was once again settled he asked, “What happened again? What was supposed to stop?”

“I’m sorry. This was supposed to happen differently. I’m sorry.”

Janessa’s exhaustion was evident and Charles attempted to calm her. He held her hand and kissed the top of it.

“Charlie…” She murmured her eyes scanning his face down to his neck and then to his bare shoulders. The sight of his shoulders drew her like a magnet. She rolled to her side and propped herself up on one elbow.

Charlie watched her intently unsure of what was going to happen next. And god knows he wasn’t expecting what happened.

Janessa leaned forward, sliding one hand around the left side of his throat in a sensuous caress and bringing her head around to the right side, kissed Charlie’s right shoulder. Another kiss landed higher up and then another until a fiery trail was burned up his throat to his jaw line.

Charlie moaned in unexpected pleasure, his head falling back to allow her more access. When her lips found his, Janessa felt as if she’d been set on fire. The attraction was a palpable thing that reared up between them. It was so completely all consuming that it took her breath away. Janessa jerked back and Charlie’s eyes flew open.

“What’s wrong?” He demanded to know and then on second thought a more pressing question came tumbling out. “What’s your name?”

She smiled slowly and with her lips inches from his she whispered, “Janessa. And I’ve been waiting for you a long time.”

"Waiting for me?" Charlie returned the smile. “I wish I knew why I think I know you.”

“In a way you do.” Janessa sat up slower this time, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

It was then that she noticed his nakedness. Again she was physically drawn to him and was very close to being unable to control the urge to touch him again but she knew they needed to talk before this went any further.

She reached back behind her and grabbed the comforter, dragging it around her and swung it around his shoulders, effectively covering him from head to toe.

This one courtesy made him blush more than if she has just said ‘what are you doing naked’. Something about it meant she was sensitive to feelings and emotions. More specifically, his feelings and his emotions.

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

Charles was shocked and delighted as mysterious woman kissed first his shoulders then his neck. As her lips brushed his, he felt his desire well up within him overriding his every thought as he kissed her with all of his suddenly overwhelming passion. He felt he could be content to be held like this by her for the rest of his life. Suddenly she jerked away from him snapping Charles back from the powerful ardour he was feeling for her. "What's wrong?" He asked wondering why she had suddenly pulled away from him. He somehow knew she felt the same powerful attraction that he did, he could see it in her bright green eyes as she looked up at him. "What's your name?" He asked her finally as he fought the urge to kiss her again, to surrender to the sensation of her caress.

“Janessa. And I’ve been waiting for you a long time.” She replied. Janessa, Charles thought, feeling something click inside his head. Somehow he had known her name before she had said it.

"Waiting for me? I wish I knew why I think I know you." Charles said even as his mind seemed to be remembering details about her that he couldn't possibly know. It seemed that his mind was unfolding her life even as he knelt beside her. He had known her forever and yet this was the first time they had met. Confused Charlie looked at Janessa as she slowly sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

“In a way you do.” The striking woman said as she looked at him, her eyes registering that he was completely naked for the first time. For a few seconds Charles felt the overwhelming passion course through him before Janessa wrapped him in the soft comforter.

"What do you mean?" Charles asked her as she slowly stood up. "How would I know you? I'd never forget someone as beautiful as you are." He stated, feeling instantly foolish for perhaps saying too much. The small smile and blush that came to Janessa's face at his unwitting compliment erased his momentary embarassment. "This is the first time I've ever met you and yet... I feel as if I've been waiting to meet you all my life." Charles stammered, feeling that maybe he was beginning to ramble. "I don't even know where I am anymore and somehow I don't care as long as I know you're here. Why is that?" Charlie said, his frustration starting to turn to anger. "Who are you? Why do I feel this way?" Charlie almost yelled as he gripped Janessa's arms, "What is going on here?!" He demanded his grip tightening reflexively on her arms, her large green eyes showing a flash of pain as his hands hurt her. "God, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Janessa," Charles said instantly releasing her, "I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just so confused. Please forgive me," He begged. "Just tell me what's happening. Please?"

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janess

“Charlie,” Janessa began. “When we get married you have to promise that you won’t ever put your hands on me in anger again.”

Charles’ mouth fell open in a stunned silence. His lips said the word married but his voice refused to come out.

“I don’t know why I didn’t see that one coming.” She commented rubbing her forearm attempting to alleviate the soreness. “Perhaps they knew I’d have nothing to do with you if you were physically abusive.”

That shocked his vocal chords back into working order.
“I’m not physically abusive!” He declared hotly. “ I am more sorry than you know about grabbing you. You don’t even know. My mother would kill me if she knew.”

“Yes but your mother’s dead, Charlie.” Janessa stood up slipping past him and placing herself on the opposite side of the bed steeling herself for what she had to say next. “And your father is too, thank god.”

It was a good thing she had moved too. Charlie was only shocked into silence for a moment this time before his anger returned again with a vengeance. He reared up off the floor where he’d been kneeling before her and screamed at her. “What the hell do you know about my father?!”

Despite herself and despite knowing how this would end, Janessa couldn’t help the ire he raised in her. There was one thing she couldn’t stand and that was to be yelled at, especially by a man. Her irish brogue got thicker as she yelled back. “I know your father was a bastard who used your mother as a punchin’ bag.”

“He NEVER did any such thing!!” Charlie’s voice was hoarse and strangled with emotion.

Janessa knew she was on the verge of the break through that she needed to have with him so she kept pushing. “Well o’ course he did. Besides, how would you know? Ya never met him Charlie.”

“So What!” He demanded to know. He made a move to round the bed to her side and she held out a hand to stave him off.

“No, Charlie.”

He stopped but it took all of his will to do so, she saw it in his eyes.

“What do you want from me?” Charlie growled his fists clenching and unclenching around the ends of the comforter that covered his body.

“Tell me what your mother said to ya ‘bout layin’ yer hands on women.”

Her statement was plain and simple and very much like a slap in the face.

“She said not to. What’s your point?”

“I believe her exact words were, ‘Charles Grissum, if you ever lay your hands on a woman, you will go to ten kinds of hell after…”

“…after I break your neck myself.” Charles finished for her.

Janessa watched Charles as some of the pieces of his life began to connect and fall into place. His face was awash in confusion.
“There’s no way you could know that.”

"Theres more."

“I don’t want to know more. You’re a freak! A fucking witch!” Charles spat the invectives at her and she took them because she had to inflict one more wound on his soul before her work would be done and she could begin his healing.

“Did ya know he was the one who killed her?”

Charlie’s face screwed up into a mask of fury. “You see! You don’t know as much as you think you do! My mother…”

She cut him off. “He made it look like a suicide, love.”

Charles shook his head in denial but Janessa countered in the affirmative. “I’m sorry. It’s true.”

Charles dropped to his knees and brought his forehead to the floor. If what she was saying was true then most of his life had been a lie.

"She didn't leave you." Janessa's voice pleaded for him to believe. "She didn't leave you."

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

Charles was confused and angry. He knelt on the floor, his forehead pressed against the cold floorboards as he thought of everything Janessa had just told him. He was confused for everything she said made so much sense and yet it made his whole life a lie. Everything he had once thought he knew about his mother and mysterious father had just been shattered by her words. He didn't want to believe her but he knew everything she said was true, it all made too much sense not to be. His father had killed his mother! She hadn't abandoned him as he had always believed she had been taken from him. Suddenly Charlie felt all of his confusion and anger flood out of him, leaving him feeling empty as he huddled naked on the floor, the comforter forgotten as his body was wracked by powerful sobs as he finally began to mourn the loss of his mother.

He didn't know how long he lay huddled on the floor, he had surrendered to his grief completely. The first thing he was aware of was the sweet scent of vanilla that seemed to accompany Janessa as she approached him, her fingers lightly touching him on the shoulder. He raised his head from the floor, his eyes looking up into her face, her bright green eyes shining with compassion as she knelt down beside him. "It's okay, love. She said softly as she caressed his face tenderly. "It's okay," Janessa repeated as she hugged his head to her bosom, her fingers running through his hair as she comforted him. Charles let himself be comforted by her, his face pressed against her chest as a lifetime of anger and frustration ran out of him until finally he could mourn no more.

"Please forgive me," He said in a small voice as he raised his head to look up at her as she knelt over him. "Forgive me, Janessa." he begged as he reached out to tenderly caress her cheek. "I never meant to hurt you and I never will again." He promised as his fingers stroked her soft auburn hair.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa looked into Charlie’s face and saw that he meant what he said. He did not intend to hurt her again. She closed her eyes for a long moment and just reveled in holding him.

“Stay here.” She instructed him as she slid out from beneath him and padded softly from the room.

She walked into the bathroom at the other end of the house and drew back the shower curtain surrounding the old fashioned claw-footed tub. She loved it because it stood solitarily in the middle of the black and white tiled floor and the water spigot was a waterfall mechanism that fell in a gentle cascade from pipes placed in the ceiling. The man who had owned the house before her had been extremely eccentric and she found new and endearing things he’d done just like this every day.

Janessa turned the water on and poured jasmine and sandalwood scent beneath the stream so that it bubbled up immediately. Aromatically it was calming but more than anything else it didn’t smell so feminine that he wouldn’t get in. Janessa traced her steps back to the bedroom and found Charles seated just as she had left him except for the fact that he was expectantly watching the doorway.

“Where did you go?” He asked anxiously.

Janessa smiled and held out her hand to him. He reached for it and levered himself up from the floor. As the blanket gaped open she was once again given the opportunity to admire his long lean body. The heat she’d felt before began to gather in her chest and belly.

“Come on.” She said to him quietly and led him from the room.
When they entered the bathroom she heard him take a deep breath and seemed to relax immediately. Janessa let go of his hand and walked over to the waterfall and turned it off. Before she’d left she’d turned the dimmer down and now the bathroom was bathed in a soft light that edged the outskirts of the bathroom.

“Come on. Get in.” She urged him in still quiet tones as she knelt down on a cushion beside the tub and pushed up her sleeves.

It was obvious he didn’t know what to do with himself. He took several steps hesitantly toward the tub and then paused.

“You didn’t have…” he began and then at the look on her face he obediently stepped into the frothy water and lay back against the sloped end of the tub.

Janessa moved around behind him and began to gently massage his temples. “Take long slow deep breaths. With each breath I want you to let go a little more of the stress you just felt.”

As he began the breaths she worked her way down the contours of his jaw, and throat and down to his shoulders. When she felt he was truly relaxed she slid her hands, palms flat down the broad expanse of his chest and just a little further down to his abdomen.

On the stroke back up his hands came up and caught hers at chest level. His touch sent an electric shock through her and seemed to warm the skin of her wrists exceedingly.

From her vantage point she watched as he flipped each of her palms over in turn and kissed the center of each and the clasped them in his and held them to his heart. Janessa shuddered and laid her head down on the edge of the tub. She definitely hadn’t seen this coming.

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

Charles let the aroma and the warm water relax him, his eyes closing as Janessa’s fingers massaged first his temples then working their way down. He could feel the stress and tension leave him in waves as her hands slowly massaged down his neck and chest. As her hands slid down over his abdomen, Charlie thought that he would be content to just sit there forever. As her hands moved back up over his chest he gripped them lightly in his, bringing them to his mouth where he kissed them each lightly on the palms before clasping them to his heart. They sat there like that for a few minutes in silence before he turned his head to look at her.

Janessa had her head resting on the edge of the tub, her long auburn hair framing her face as she studied him. As he turned his head to her Charles noted how close they were to each other, their faces only inches apart as they silently regarded each other. Leaning forward slightly Charles kissed her tenderly, drawing back as the seeming overpowering desire filled him again. “I just wanted to thank you,” He said softly, his voice little more then a whisper. “For everything you’ve done for me, Janessa, thank you.” He told her gazing into her large green eyes.

Charles slowly leaned in again, his mouth seeking hers in a deep kiss as he let his desire for her course through him. Janessa after a second of surprise returned his kiss with equal passion. Charlie released her hands to run his fingers through the auburn curls as they kissed. His hand slid down to caress the smooth skin of her cheek; to his surprise he felt moisture on her face. Leaning back he looked at her in shock as he saw tears on her face. “Wha… What’s wrong?” He asked bewildered as to why she was weeping.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa closed her eyes as a wave of feelings washed over her. She knew she didn’t understand what was going on enough to explain it to someone else but also she knew he would want an explanation.

Charles cupped her face gently and allowed her to have her moment. “Janessa, what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know what?” He asked clearly confused.

“I didn’t know you were capable of that kind of love.” Simple, but true. She’d known this man for less than twenty- four hours but he was in love with her and she didn’t need the dreams to know it.

“Love?” He was obviously incredulous and that offended her.

Janessa pulled back from him physically and emotionally. “Would you kiss somebody like that if you didn’t love them?”

She watched him mull that over for a solid minute before he looked up at her and answered. “No I wouldn’t.”

“Well then. You have your answer. Enjoy your bath.”

Janessa locked eyes with Charlie for a long moment and then left the bathroom.

It was another 45 minutes before Charlie came out and found her seated in the picture window in the front room. The full moon shone on the deep piles of snow outside casting a light almost as if it were day into the otherwise dark house. After she’d left him she had changed into her nightgown and had climbed barefoot into the window where she now sat curled up, her knees underneath her chin, arms hugging them to her chest.

She felt his presence before she saw him.

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

Charles sat in the bathtub where Janessa left him thinking about what she had said to him until the water was no longer even warm. At first he didn’t even notice the change in temperature as he was absorbed in his thoughts and feelings towards Janessa. It wasn’t until he started shivering uncontrollably that he came out of his daze to discover himself sitting naked in frigid water. He knew he loved her but he couldn’t even begin to explain why. He didn’t know her, hadn’t even met her before tonight, and yet he knew that he loved her with all his soul. It was tough for a rational man as he had always thought of himself to accept something based only on his feelings, but it was true. He couldn’t deny it; he loved her and for some reason felt as if he had always loved her. Climbing out of the chilled water he quickly toweled off and wrapping a towel around his waist walked through the darkened house in search of Janessa.

He found her in the front room, sitting in a large picture window, outlined by the bright moonlight that was reflecting off the new snow. She had changed into a long flowing nightgown that the moonlight made look almost luminescent as she stared out into the night. ‘God, she’s beautiful.’ Charlie thought to himself as he watched her silently for a few minutes, feeling the strange connection between them. As the feeling grew stronger he stepped further into the room, smiling slightly as she turned and looked directly at him as he stepped out of the shadows. “You knew I was there all along didn’t you, Janessa?” He asked as he moved to stand beside her.

”Yes, I did Charlie,” She replied softly as she returned to staring out the window. “I could feel you even as you approached the house.” She said softly as she pressed her forehead against the chill window pane.

“So it’s gotten worse,” Charles asked softly, his hand reaching out to brush an auburn curl away from her smooth shoulder. “You can’t control them, the dreams, you know. How long has it been since you went outside? How long have you hidden here in your safe little house, avoiding contact with everybody while your dreams get stronger and stronger?” He asked her softly, not really sure where the knowledge was coming from but knowing that it was true. She turned to face him, her green eyes large in surprise as she watched him carefully. “You’ve hidden yourself away here; you refuse to deal with people because you’re afraid of your power. Every time someone comes near you, you can feel something of them, their past, future, their thoughts and that terrifies you. But rather then deal with it and try to grow with your power you hide. That’s why you came here isn’t it? Why you’re no longer welcome in your hometown? Because you told people about your dreams, your power and they cast you out. Tell me I’m wrong, Janessa. I may have hidden from my past, but you’re hiding from your present. You’re hiding from who you are.” He said forcefully as she looked up at him in shock.

”How… How’d you know about…? I mean…” Janessa stammered for a few seconds, her eyes filling with tears as the truth of his words came to her. “I’ve hidden here for so long. I’ve been so lonely, being able to feel people near me but afraid to actually talk to or even see them.” She sobbed softly as she buried her face in her knees. “I’m afraid of who and what I am, I don’t even know why I have these powers or what I’m supposed to do with them,” she cried softly as Charles knelt down beside her, taking her gently into his arms and comforting her the best he could.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa only allowed herself to be comforted for a moment before the fear she felt at her so called gift found a target in Charlie.

“What do you know?!” Abruptly she tore herself away from him and stalked across the room into the shadows. She didn’t leave the room though, she just wanted out of the light of the moon. It made her feel exposed and she didn’t know what to do with that feeling. Up until now she’d been able to contain all her fears and misgivings because stomping around inside the walls of the safe little castle she’d erected for herself and already she could tell that he was systematically tearing them down piece by piece.

What would she do then, when he wouldn’t protect her? And eventually he would be the one to destroy her after making her open to him. He’d done it before. She wasn’t sure how many times but she told him so.

“What do you know about me? Nothing!” She asked and answered her own question. “You knew me then but you don’t know me now. The me I am today, in this very moment. You know nothing of her.”

From her vantage point she could see him light up by the moon light and her very soul called out to him. The reaction was intensely physical. So much so that she actually took several steps in his direction before she caught herself.

“Janessa? When did I know you?”

“Twenty years ago! Fifty years ago! One hundred thirty five years ago! Take your pick. You knew me.” The anguish rose in her and bubbled out unbidden. “You knew me. You loved me and you destroyed me, every time.”

Charles stood in refutation. “I did not! I would never do that to you. I know in my heart that I would never I intentionally hurt you. So you take that back. I wouldn’t…”

Janessa crossed the room in three quick steps and placed her palm against his forehead. A sudden electricity had jolted through her body and she’d been moved to place her hand on him.

She watched as his denial died on his lips and a sudden sadness filled his eyes. After her hand fell away he began to slowly nod. She wasn’t sure what Charles has seen or heard or felt.

For her it had been an intense humming she thought was only inside her head and a pulsing heated sensation radiating from her heart down her arm and out of the center of her palm.

“Tell me when have I hurt you?” He asked a distinct note of resignation coating his words. When Janessa shook her head no, Charles became adamant.

“Janessa! I need to know. I need to know what I’ve done before so that I don’t do it again this time around. If past lives is what you are talking about then the rule stands. You keep coming back until you’ve learned your lesson. I need you to tell me what I’ve done so that I can live out the rest of my days loving the one true thing I’ve ever had without destroying it….destroying her..you.”

 

[PogueMahone]

When Janessa laid her hand on Charles’ forehead he felt as if he’d been struck my lightning, his body went stiff as his heart raced as if it was trying to beat its way out of his chest. His eyes went wide as images flashed through his mind. Images that would have caused him to cry out if he’d been able to gather the breath in his lungs. He saw woman destroyed, some emotionally, some physically and he knew with certainty that every one of them had been Janessa just as he was sure that in each case he was the one responsible for her destruction. Even as she stepped away from him, Charles felt the images fade slowly from his mind, leaving him with the resigned feeling of guilt over actions he couldn’t even remember.

“Tell me when have I hurt you?” He asked, trying to capture the images before they slipped completely from his mind. “Janessa! I need to know. I need to know what I’ve done before so that I don’t do it again this time around. If past lives is what you are talking about then the rule stands. You keep coming back until you’ve learned your lesson. I need you to tell me what I’ve done so that I can live out the rest of my days loving the one true thing I’ve ever had without destroying it….destroying her..you.” He pleaded with her as he reached out to caress her cheek, feeling the physical surge of emotions that seemed to come from being in contact with her. “If we’re ever going to bury these skeletons in our closets, you need to tell me. You need to trust me that I won’t hurt you, that I won’t destroy you this time. Please, Janessa, will you trust me in this life?”

Janessa looked at him, her bright green eyes wide as she slowly nodded her head. “I will, Charlie, I’ll trust you.” She whispered softly as she allowed him to hug her to him. “If only to end this accursed cycle,” she murmured into his chest.

“When… “Charles started to ask only to have Janessa interrupt him.

“The first time I can remember was in England, many years ago…” She started as she looked him deeply in the eyes. He listened carefully as she recounted their first lives together as he held her close to him in the moonlit room.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

“The first time I can remember was in England, many years ago…” Janessa watched the eyes of the man who had been her greatest love and her worst enemy so many times throughout their lives that they were now one in the same. “At least that is where we ended up.”

Janessa stood and began pacing around he interior of the living room. A glance out the front window let her know that the sun would soon be coming up.

“My name was Shovann McManus. I was the sister of The McManus, a Scots Laird on the border. Colin, that was his name, was a mischievous boy who grew into a raucous man. But he loved me dearly. We were all the other had.”

Janessa smiled at the memory of that time long ago. Longer than she should physically be able to remember.

“When the war began it was fun and folly to him. One night while out on a raid with his men the wife of an English Lord, Roderick Montgomery, was killed by accident. Roderick was enraged and took revenge by coming across the border into Scotland. Just as he crossed on to McManus land…well I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Colin had warned me not to ride out so far but being as rebellious as I was, I did it anyway and got kidnapped for my troubles.”

“Are you serious?” Charles was entranced by the whole story finding it hard to believe but knowing every word was true. “Then what happened?”

“I was carried into England and kept captive and forced to marry the Lord Montgomery.”

“He eventually grew to love me and I him. But somewhere in his heart he hated me every day of our lives because I wasn’t his wife. The one he considered his true wife and it was because of that, that even after the wars were over, he refused to ever let me see my brother again. My brother died and I never saw him alive again after the day I was taken. The rest of my kinsman eventually got word to me that my brother had died in anguish over his loss of me.”

“God.” Charles raked his hand down over his face. “I’m so sorry. You must have hated him for that, Montgomery that is.”

Janessa turned to him then with a weary sigh. “Yes I did. I hated you.”

“Hated me?” Charles was taken a back. “I was Montgomery?!”

“Yes.” Years of unshed tears stood ready to fall on her lashes. “You took me from my life. You took me from my brother, from everything I held dear and loved and I never saw any of it again.”

Charles made a move toward her and she held up her hand to ward him off. “I’m tired. I should get some rest.”

The sun was just peeking above the trees when Janessa cried herself to sleep releasing the torment of one long ago life.

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

Even as Janessa told him about Shovan McManus and Roderick Montgomery, Charles could see the people she was talking about; it seemed to him that he was there with them. And as she revealed to him that he had been Lord Montgomery it had seemed to click into place. He had dragged her from her life and forced her to marry him. True, in time he had come to love her but it had never replaced his love for Lenore. ‘Jesus, how did I know that name?’ The rational part of Charlie’s mind wondered even as he accepted the fact that he did. That had been the reason he had forbidden her to ever see her beloved brother again, he realized, if Lenore had been taken from him he’d deprive her brother of Shovan. Even as he stepped forward to try and console Janessa, his guilt added to his pity for the weeping woman she warded him off.

“I’m tired. I should get some rest.” Janessa told him softly as she hurried out of the room, leaving him standing there wondering about how many other past lives they’d shared. He felt a sense of loss as she left the room, an almost physical tearing sensation as she left him standing alone in the middle of the living room as dawn was breaking. As he stood there dressed in only the towel he’d grabbed after leaving the bathroom, Charles knew he should be going to his car, his job, his life but something seemed to be holding him here. As the sun topped the pine trees outside the window, Charles turned and headed towards the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch and he was suddenly ravenous. He quickly cooked up a snack for himself which he ate as he dried his clothes. Finally getting dressed again, Charles set about making breakfast for the two of them once Janessa awoke again.

He had just set out the two plates of pancakes he had made when Janessa entered the dining room, glancing around confused as Charles motioned her to a seat. “I figured the least I could do was make breakfast for you,” He said as she took the seat opposite him.

“Thanks… thank you, Charlie,” Janessa said softly, “for breakfast and for listening.”

“Breakfast was nothing,” Charles said smiling at her, as he felt that same physical tug as she looked at him with her bright green eyes. “And as for listening, it seems that we’ve known each other for too many lives for me not to listen to you. Now let’s eat before the pancakes get cold,” He suggested, his heart beating slightly faster as she smiled softly at him.

The meal went by quickly, the two of them talking about more mundane things seeming by some unspoken agreement to avoid their past lives until after they were through eating. As he cleared the table, Charles asked, “When was the next time you remember knowing me, Janessa?”

“It was during the war,” Janessa told him softly as she cupped her mug of tea in her hands as she watched him. “The Germans had just sank the Lusitania and the United States were about to enter into the war. I was a nurse in Calais tending to the many wounded when I met him. He had been with the 1st British army when they had repulsed a massive attack by the Kaiser’s army. His regiment had held its ground but he’d been stabbed repeatedly by bayonets and wasn’t expected to live. I tended him throughout the long weeks of his stay at the hospital and was amazed when he eventually began to recover. As I tended to him, we fell in love,” Janessa said softly, watching Charlie as he listened intently.

“What were your names?” He asked after a few seconds of silence.

“His name was Jacob, Jacob Smythe. I was Ilsa McGowan.” Janessa said softly taking a sip of her tea. “We were married a short time later, only four months after meeting. At first it was a good marriage, before he started drinking and having the nightmares. The nightmares were the worst. He’d wake up screaming in the middle of the night, reaching for the gun he kept beside the bed. I don’t know what he dreamt but I think it had something to do with the war.” Janessa said trembling slightly as she remembered his tormented screams. “I tried to comfort Jacob the best I could but the only thing that seemed to quell his nightmares was drinking. He drank heavily and quite often became abusive when he was drunk. It was mostly verbally until one night. He’d been drinking heavier then normal when I came home and then he started yelling. I don’t think he was actually angry with me, I think he was more scared of what he saw in his mind but the next thing I knew he had his pistol out. I tried to get the gun away from him but somehow in the struggle it went off and I felt this fire explode in my chest. As I fell to the floor, Jacob was kneeling beside me, sobbing and mouthing words that I couldn’t hear for some reason. As my sight grew dimmer, I saw my beloved husband put the gun to his head and pull the trigger.” Janessa said softly, her voice little more then a whisper as she stared into her tea.

“I’m sorry,” Charles said, his voice so full of sorrow that she looked up at him to see tears on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Janessa.” He repeated as he suddenly knelt in front of her. “I never meant to hurt you, Ilsa. I was just so scared. Please forgive me,” He begged as Janessa feeling his pain wrapped his head in her arms, drawing him to her chest comforting him as he sobbed.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa let Charles cry himself out and when he was done she kissed the top of his head and then eased him back.

“Lets go find your car.” Janessa slipped on her coat and tugged on her snow boots.

Charles followed suit and stepped out onto the porch of Janessa’s house. She had a wide expansive yard and two rocking chairs on the porch. The tracks he must have left on his way in just yesterday were long gone and they had to trudge their way through ankle deep snow. They started out side by side, Charles having grasped her hand as soon as they left but soon it became apparent it would be easier if they followed one another in single file.

Janessa loved the silence. There always seemed to be this overwhelming calm and quiet when snow covered the ground and hung in the trees. It always cleared her head and was especially soothing to her soul.

For thirty minutes there was no sound other than the crunching of their boots. Charles lost in thought wasn’t watching where he was going and suddenly slipped on a patch of ice covered snow. He went down relatively lightly and began to laugh.

Janessa giggled because its always funny watching someone else fall.

“Oh you think that’s funny eh?” Charles packed some snow into a ball and tossed it lightly in her direction. Janessa threw up her arm to deflect the snowball and it burst into a million pieces against her down parka.
“See! I’m Wonder Woman!” She declared jokingly.

“My butt is getting wet.” Charles complained as he began feeling the cold wet seeping through his pants.

“Here,” Janessa braced herself and offered him her hand. “I’ll help you up.”

“Thanks.” Charles hand came up and firmly gripped her forearm.

As soon as his fingers closed around her arm Janessa felt a jolt and blinding white-hot light filled her vision. The vision only lasted a second but she cried out and sank to her knees.

“What? What is it?!” Charles came to his knees and caught her before she could fall onto her back.

For a few frightening moments Janessa lie limply in his arms but gradually she came to. When her eyes fluttered open she was in Charles’ arms and he was leaning over her. One look at his face and she immediately began fighting him.

“You let me go! Let me go!!” She screamed in a panic.

Stunned by the vehemence of her fight Charles let her go suddenly his hand flying up to his cheek where she’d caught him with her nails. Janessa scrambled several feet away from him and watched him as if locked in the grips of a nightmare until slowly the haze of her vision faded away and she came back to herself.

“Oh my god!” She gasped audibly breathing through her mouth. She threw her head back, her hands on her knees and gulped three huge lungs full of air.

When she once again laid eyes on Charles he was staring at her wide-eyed. “What did I do?”

Janessa shook her head in the negative but kept her eyes on him feeling haunted.

“Won’t you tell me?” Charles asked afraid by the look in her eyes.

Again she shook her head no stood up stiffly and began walking several steps out of her way to get around him.

Charles having no other choice got up and followed. Once more they were walking in silence but this time it wasn’t peaceful or soothing. It was the “elephant in the room” type of silence. Loud and uncomfortable.

Janessa could feel that Charles was about to ask her again what she’d seen but she did not want to talk about it right then so she cut him off. They had just reached the end of her long driveway where the driveway met the main road.

“Which way to your car?” She asked.

“Uhhh,” The question had caught him off guard. He looked to the left and then the right.

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

Charles was in shock at Janessa’s reaction as she stood in the snow looking at him with a haunted expression. It seemed to him that every time they made some sort of progress towards being able to function normally she’d have these reactions and he’d have to start rebuilding her trust in him all over again. She walked in a large circle to avoid him as she continued on up the path, not even looking back to make sure he was following her. Confused and a little frightened by his connection to this slightly erratic woman, Charlie followed her in silence.

As they stepped out onto the road, Janessa spoke to him for the first time in minutes. “Which way to your car?” She asked him without looking at him.

“Uhhh,” Charles said as he glanced in either direction not even recognizing this stretch of road. “I think it’s this way,” He finally said pointing to the right. He seemed to remember having to backtrack to get to her house although nothing looked the same without the blowing snow and ice from the night before. He set out in the direction he had pointed without looking back to see if she was going to follow him. If she wanted to ignore him he’d be happy to repay the favor. He felt childish as he stomped through the snow, feeling her behind him but not acknowledging her presence at all. Why did she seem to make him act so out of character?

Finally, after about another mile of walking Charles saw a snow covered lump sitting beside the road that sort of resembled his car. He walked up to it and began clearing the built up snow off of it as Janessa caught up to him. She seemed to be about to speak several times but he pointedly ignored her, pretending to be absorbed in the task of digging his car out. He climbed into the driver’s seat and tried the engine, cursing under his breath as the engine refused to start. On the third try, the car groaned to life the engine belching out a large cloud of black smoke as it idled. “It started,” he announced rather needlessly to Janessa as she climbed into the car beside him. The car ran rough and it almost stalled twice as they drove back towards her house but they finally made it, the engine making what sounded like a relieved gasp as Charlie shut it off as they parked in front of Janessa’s house. As he was about to open the door, Janessa reached out and put her hand on his arm.

“Charlie,” She said softly as he turned to look at her, “I’m sorry but the vision was so powerful, I couldn’t control myself.” She apologized in a soft voice. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much,” She said motioning to the scratches her fingers had left on his cheek.

“Its fine,” He said brushing off his pain, “What did you see?” He asked her softly, “What scared you like that?”

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

The sheer thought of telling him what she had seen and felt made her tremble. She got out of the car and began to walk toward the house. She wondered desperately when this was going to stop. When she ever be allowed to just love this man without fearing him.

Without warning Janessa turned on her heels to face Charles causing him to stop short of crashing into her.

With eyes downcast because she couldn’t possibly look him in the eyes to say this next thing she asked, “Did you know…that- that you raped me once?”

All the animation left Charles’ body and he stared at her blankly as if she hadn’t spoken at all. Janessa peeked at him under heavy lidded eyes and watched as a blush rose up to color his cheeks and throat.

“Well actually it was more than once. Lots of times …over that..that, six days.” No matter how casual her delivery, Janessa knew this would be a turning point for them. “I’m sorry I lost count after three days….” Her voice trailed off as she listened to herself. She could’ve spared him that. He didn’t need to know the details but she didn’t know if she could carry the burden alone. They were in this together.

“What?” The words left his mouth on a long exhalation of breath so low it was almost a wheeze.

When she didn’t answer he grabbed both sides of her face, startling her into looking at him. “What are you saying?”

The moment he touched her it was as if she were plugged into an electrical socket. She realized forlornly that the visions seemed to be driven by his touch now and not only did they rake over her mind this time but her body as well.

She could see herself leaving a friends house….just about to get in her car…stopping at a gas station….place deserted….turning her back….hand clamping over her mouth….gasoline pouring onto the concrete….smell of something like alcohol….cloth over her mouth.

Waking up…hands bound above her head…hard to breathe…fingers twisting cruelly at her breast….thighs pried apart…voice too raw to scream….mixed messages… loving kisses …a phallus tearing her in two.

“You…you, you you,” She haltingly spoke the words, sobs threatening to pour out behind them. “ You kidnapped, raped and tortured me once.”

This time she looked directly into cobalt blue eyes that had deepened into a stormy gray. She tried to read them and closed her eyes at what she saw there. Janessa futilely attempted to turn away from him but his hands remained firm on either side of her face. Their breath mingled in the air and then dissipated into the cold afternoon and she wished just this once that she could make the words she’d just spoken disappear like that.

“Ja-Janessa,” Charles stammered stepping in closer to her, his emotions as raw as the wounds on her psyche. “I- would- never –do- that.”

He choked on a sob and her hands slid up around his wrists in an effort to comfort him.

“I don’t know…oh god,” Charles stumbled both mentally and physically and Janessa realized that as hard as the visions were for her, they were just as hard for Charlie to take. He was finding it exceedingly difficult to deal with the fact that he’d committed such a heinous act against anyone, much less her. “I don’t know why I would do something like that then. B-but I would n-never do anything like that now. I sw-swear to god.”

Charles hands slid down her throat and rested on her shoulders as he bent at the waist, the magnitude of his past actions overwhelming him.

Janessa clasped his head to her breast and held him to her his body heaving in silent wracking shudders. She turned her face toward the sky that had begun to dust the world with snowflakes again and cried tears that froze to her cheeks.

“God Charlie, are we going to make it through this? Maybe we should stop this now. I don’t know that we could take much more.”

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

“Did you know…that- that you raped me once?” Janessa asked him softly avoiding his stunned gaze. It couldn’t have stunned him more if she’d punched him, he felt disoriented and knew he was stammering a bit as he asked, “What are you saying?” She still wouldn’t look at him as he stepped forward placing his hands on her cheeks and making her look him in the face. As his fingers brushed against the soft flesh of her cheek he felt his body surge as the vision washed over him. His eyes watered and he struggled to breathe as the images swim into his mind.

Watching her as she pulled up the gas station, grabbing her from behind and quickly knocking her out. He wanted to cry out that it wasn’t him even as he knew it was, his mind remembering how he had carried her to an abandoned house. He remembered tearing her clothes from her body as he bound her hands above her head, his hand cruelly roaming over her body as she cried out against his violation of her. He wanted to scream as he watched himself rape her repeatedly until she no longer even cried, her mind numb from his cruelty.

“ You kidnapped, raped and tortured me once.” Janessa said softly, almost crying as the images began to recede from his conciousness.

“Oh god, I wouldn’t… I’d never…” Charles stammered trying to reassure Janessa, his mind still struggling to catch up with what he’d just learned. “I don’t know why I would do something like that then. B-but I would n-never do anything like that now. I sw-swear to god.” He said finally as he felt himself slip into a deep remorse, his chest heaving with sobs as he tried to comprehend what he’d done to this woman. He felt Janessa clasp his head to her breast trying to console him as he continued to cry, struggling to find some redemption in himself.

“God Charlie, are we going to make it through this? Maybe we should stop this now. I don’t know that we could take much more.” Janessa said softly as he began to get his composure back. Lifting his head Charles looked deep into her bright green eyes, his hand brushing the tears from her eyes.

“We need to find a way to stop the visions, Janessa,” Charlie said softly as he hugged her to him. “It’s the only way we can live together, and there is no way I could live without you. Not now, not anymore,” He said softly as he bent down and kissed her forehead tenderly. She nodded her head silently as they walked into the house arm in arm.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Once they were back inside Janessa volunteered to fix them a little snack while Charlie went into the living room to stoke back up the fire.

She was in the middle of spreading the peanut butter on a slice of bread, her back to the doorway when she felt him come in. She felt, not saw him watching her and she said as much.

“You getting’ your fill?” Janessa asked teasingly. She knew that the form fitting jeans, her bare feet with toes painted pink and the oversized cream sweater that slipped repeatedly off one shoulder absolutely did her justice.

Instead of denying it he replied smartly. “Damn straight. At least I know why I continue to seek you out no matter the century.”

The flip comment was just what they’d needed to break the ice that had lingered from her earlier admission. She threw her head back and laughed, her fiery curls falling in a cloud about her shoulders. And suddenly he was there, his fingers sliding their way up the nape of her neck entangling themselves in the fiery mass, his face buried in the side of her neck. A frisson of pleasure snaked its way down her spine and seemed to linger and pulse in her nether regions.

She felt no fear or hesitation at the feel of his possessive hand on her, despite their past. His free hand slid across her stomach and held the opposite hip, pressing her to him.

“I’ve held you this way before.” Charlie spoke seemingly in awe.

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

As Janessa went into the kitchen to make a snack, Charles headed to the living room to stoke up the fire again. He glanced at his watch as he threw a few more logs onto the burning embers, smiling as he realized normally he’d have been at work for three hours by this point in the day. Smiling to himself he thought about how the office was probably in a panic wondering where he was, and that he should call in and tell them he was still alive. It was strange though, his job had been his life for so many years but now it barely crossed his mind. Somehow being near Janessa seemed to push all his other concerns aside. He really should call in though, Charlie thought to himself as he headed towards the kitchen to ask Janessa if he could use her phone.

He stopped in the doorway watching her as she moved gracefully around the kitchen, all thoughts of his other life seeming to slip away from him as he took in her slender form.

“You getting your fill?” Janessa asked him without turning around as she continued to spread peanut butter on a slice of bread.

“Damn straight. At least I know why I continue to seek you out no matter the century.” Charlie replied smartly although he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get his fill of her. His comment caused her to laugh out loud cutting across the tension that had existed between them since her last vision. As she tossed her head back laughing, Charlie stepped up behind her unable to resist her as her silvery laugh rang through the kitchen. His fingers ran through her fiery curls as he bent his head down burying his face in the soft skin of her neck. He kissed her soft skin as his hand slid across her flat stomach to rest on her opposite hip. He pressed his body tight against her, letting her feel his passion for her as he held her there tenderly kissing the nape of her neck.

“I’ve held you this way before,” Charlie said softly, slightly surprised as a secession of images flickered across his mind. As he relived the many times he’d known her through the ages he wondered if she still made love with the same wild abandon as she had in the past. He felt her relax into his embrace as he kissed her neck again, his body seeming to tremble with his desire for her.

“Yes, you have, many times.” Janessa said softly as she placed one hand over his as it rested on her hip. “And hopefully you will for many times in the future,” She sighed softly as Charles ran his hand down from her hair, sliding it across the bare skin of her shoulder where her sweater had slipped off again. She trembled slightly in pleasure as his hand caressed her back, moving down until it rested on her narrow waist. Janessa murmured softly as his hand slipped up under the hem of sweater to caress the warm, soft skin of her stomach. “Charlie, we shouldn’t do this,” Janessa said softly even as she enjoyed his tender caresses. “The visions…” She started to say only to be silenced as Charlie turned her around to face him, kissing her passionately. She returned his kiss ardently, her arms going around his neck as they pressed against each other.

“I don’t care about the visions,” Charles said softly when their lips finally separated again. “I want and need you, Janessa, no matter what happens.” He said softly as he bent down and kissed her again.

 

[Flurtayshus]

Janessa

Janessa felt like a lit match. A little friction spark that had suddenly burst into flame. She found that she greatly loved Charlie’s kisses. They were passionate but non-invasive. Possessive, but not overwhelming. She realized with a sudden dawning tenderness that he was holding back for her sake. He didn’t want to scare her off or push her too far.

With one hand cupping the back of his neck, the other resting comfortably on his shoulder she leaned back and looked deeply into a pair of eyes gone suddenly a deep sapphire blue. “It’s alright for you to love me. Don’t hold back.”

And just like that all thoughts of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches disappeared. Janessa moaned as Charlie sandwiched her between the counter and his hips. He cradled the back of her head and tasted every inch of her throat and the bit of shoulder exposed.

She reacted strongly when his teeth lightly grazed the hollow of her throat, her right leg coming up and wrapping itself around his slender hip. In response, Charlie lifted the other leg and pulled it up so that it could join the other. The motion settled his maleness firmly at the apex of her womanhood and the uninhibited gasp and moan of delight was his undoing.

Charlie lifted her the rest of the way into his arms and carried her through the kitchen, down the hallway and into her spacious bedroom laying her gently on the bed.

Janessa watched in awe, as if it were the first time her lover’s body was revealed to her. Charlie crossed his arms at his waist, took hold of his shirttails and lifted it up and over his head. His chest and torso completely smooth, rippled with every movement.

Janessa came to her knees, her hair tumbling around her shoulders and without giving him any warning latched her lips around one of his tiny flat nipples. A groan tore from his lips, his head falling back, his hand coming up to keep her in place. The encouragement had her renewing her efforts sucking for all she was worth. In the meantime, her hands wandered all over his body and her deft fingers making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans. Without having to be told he stepped out of them as they slid down to his calves.

With a groan of regret Charlie pulled his mouth from hers long enough to grab the hem of her sweater, yank it off and send it sailing across the room. He soon returned the favor as he licked circles around a nipple that stood proudly beneath the fabric of her sheer bra.

“Oh God!” She shouted doing an almost complete back bend away from him making it necessary for him to follow her up onto the bed because he refused to relinquish his hold on the delicate little peak.

Once there, Charlie kept up his suckling as he rid her of her jeans and lacy panties simultaneously. When he felt the silky down between her thighs he sat up abruptly. His eyes raked over her body and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. His eyes never lingering in one place more than a hot second.

The whimper that echoed low in her throat was a plea that snapped Charlie out of his spell. He moved to settle himself between her thighs but was halted by her hands grasping his underwear.

“Oh, right.” He smiled down at her and quickly shimmied them off.

Once that was done he fit himself between her thighs without penetration and made love to her mouth with deep soft passionate strokes of his tongue.

Reaching down between them, Janessa felt Charlie place his finger lightly against her sweet spot and begin rubbing quickly in circles. Janessa went ballistic. Her back arched up against him and it was the last straw.

She felt Charlie’s hand momentarily leave her and wrap itself around his manhood ready to enter her.

“Wait.” Janessa gasped suddenly. “Wait, wait, wait.”

“What?” Charlie was breathless with his need.

“I, uh….I…” Janessa blushed and laughed self-deprecatingly. “God somehow this part never seems to get easier.”

“What part? What’s wrong?” Charlie gazed at her quizzically.

“Well, I’ve never…I’m…Well, uh, you seem to be the only person I’m destined to be with.” She smiled hoping he would get the hint.

“Only person…” He watched her closely and then it hit him. “Only….ohhhhhh.”

 

[PogueMahone]

Charles

‘God, she’s perfect,’ Charles thought to himself as his eyes roamed over Janessa’s body. As his eyes roamed over her naked flesh, images of his past lives seemed to flash quickly through his mind, all of them dealing with the beauty of her body. He probably would have stood there, examining every inch of her body if Janessa hadn’t made a slight noise in her throat, waking from his reverie. He quickly moved between her thighs, only pausing for a second as she reminded him that he was still wearing his underwear. As he stripped out of the last of his clothes, Charlie leaned forward kissing her passionately.

As their tongues entwined, he ran his hand down over her flat stomach, feeling the soft auburn curls as he began to caress her sensitive clitoris. Janessa gasped, her voice swallowed by his kissing voice as she arched her back, pressing her slender form tight against his as he continued to give her pleasure.


“Wait, wait, wait,” Janessa suddenly cried out as Charlie prepared to enter her. “You seem to be the only person I’m destined to be with,” She told him when he asked what was wrong.

“Only person…” Charlie repeated, trying to understand what the problem was. “Only…ohh,” He said softly as he realized what she meant. She’d never been with another man, he was her destiny and so she had remained pure for him. Charles felt himself blush slightly as he thought of his many trysts over the years, thinking that he didn’t deserve such a devoted woman. “Don’t worry, Janessa.” Charles said softly, bending down to kiss her tenderly, “I’ll be as gentle as possible.” His lips found hers, kissing her deeply as his hands slid over the soft skin of her hips. As his tongue dipped into her mouth, Charlie slid his hand into the small of her back, pressing her tight against his body. His rigid penis pressed into the auburn curls of her crotch as his fingers slid over the soft wet folds of her womanhood, his index finger slowly working its way into her. Janessa moaned into his mouth as he caressed her inner flesh, her fingernails digging into the bare skin of his shoulders whenever he hit an especially sensitive spot.

Charlie lifted his mouth from hers, looking down into Janessa’s deep emerald eyes as he slipped his finger out of her, a flash of longing crossing her face as he pressed his manhood against the entrance of her virgin body. “Are you sure, Janessa?” Charles asked although he already knew the answer before he asked the question. Janessa nodded her head as Charles thrust his hips forward, entering her for the first time.