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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 2:12:16 GMT -5
*He shushed her gently.*
"I know, a stór." *He whispered in her ear, kissing it and then moving down to her mouth.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 2:17:48 GMT -5
*Kathy shivered when he kissed her and almost jumped out of her skin as she felt the evidence of his growing desire as he pressed her closer to him. She had a rudimentary knowledge of these things, of course--growing up on a horse farm with seven brothers--but this was nothing like hanging over a gate and gnawing at a cookie while her Da bred his best mares with his prized stallion. She didn't know what to do, and so she held on to Michael for dear life, following his lead.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 2:22:11 GMT -5
*He picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, fingers moving to her buttons.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 2:26:16 GMT -5
*Kathy soon found herself free of her dress, and wore only a plain corset, chemise, a single petticoat and her boots, as it was summer, and the night was warm. Cupping Michael's face in her hands, she got to her knees and kissed him sweetly even as her hands moved to push his suspenders off of his shoulders and tug his shirt free of his trousers.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 2:31:44 GMT -5
*He slowly, almost reverently removed the rest of her clothing, kissing the flesh as it was revealed...*
**FADEOUT**
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 2:41:23 GMT -5
***FADE IN***
*Kathy lay quietly stunned, listening to the pace and rhythm of her own breaths as the thundering beat of her heart at last seemed to slow. It had hurt--and more than she'd expected. But hadn't Nola Gallagher whispered to her two years ago that she'd sooner sit on a red-hot poker than sneak off to the woods with Robbie Malone, again?
Too shy to even glance at Michael, Kathy felt terribly confused. She had the feeling she wouldn't deny Michael anything after this, even though the smallest of movements made her bite her lip as her raw and aching parts condemned her for her sin. Perhaps this was the punishment for not waiting until one was married...
At last, she turned her head to look fleetingly at Michael.*
He'll never marry you, Kath. He doesn't love you. Not like he loves her.
*She sat up gingerly, wrapping the sheet around her shoulders to cover herself as she bent to gather her clothes.*
"...I should go, Mikey," *she whispered, her voice dry and brittle as she tried to maintain a shred of dignity or control about the situation.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 2:46:54 GMT -5
"Kath..." *His voice was hoarse, as if he had just realized what he had done.*
"Oh, my God, Kath, I am so sorry..." *He whispered, sitting up (also wrapping a sheet around his wasit) and looking into her eyes desperately--he was just as lost and confused as she was.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 2:50:34 GMT -5
*Still with the sheet wrapped around her, she sat on the edge of the bed and gave him a weak smile.*
"It's alright, Mikey." *She patted his hand hesitantly.* "...I'd rather it were you than anyone else."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 2:54:20 GMT -5
"Kath, I..." *He was horrified at his own actions. He pulled his hand away and clutched at his scalp angrily.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 2:57:30 GMT -5
*Kathy wordlessly pulled her dress on over her bare skin, buttoning the buttons all awry, and bundled her underclothes under one arm and flipping her long, wavy golden hair out from under her collar.*
"It's alright, Mikey," *she whispered again as she pulled on her boots, then turned to take him into her arms, resting his head against her shoulder, rocking him and hushing him with a light crooning.* "It's alright...I don't mind..."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 3:00:11 GMT -5
*He didn't shove her away--but he felt as if he had betrayed her and Scarlett and... ohhh, shit. Scarlett.*
"No, Kath, it's not okay; I shouldn't have..."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 3:00:56 GMT -5
"It took two of us, didn't it?" *she snapped, letting her arms drop as she returned to viciously tugging on her boots.* "Now I don't want to hear another word about it."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 3:03:20 GMT -5
*He groaned and went and pulled on his pants, throwing on a shirt haphazardly and storming off towards the cliffs overlooking the sea.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 3:08:10 GMT -5
*Kathy tiptoed down the back stairs. She went to the kitchen to warm some water and carefully carried a basin back to her tiny room. Creeping in, she shut and locked the door before she quickly undressed; and seeing only by the moonlight that streamed through the high window, she sponged the blood from her thighs before she put on a clean nightgown and crawled into her bed, crying herself to a restless sleep, still with the sweet smell of beeswax balm lingering on her skin everywhere Michael had touched it.*
((And let us draw to a close the most emo and TRAGIC love scene we've seen yet.))
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