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Title On the Garden Bench


Author Eglantine-br


Rating PG


Word Count 325


Spoilers none


Disclaimer – Saphronia is mine, but
she is


part of a world I did not invent










On the Garden Bench








Christopher had returned to the ship.
He had only had the one day. Had she not lived so close she would not
have seen him at all.







But they had had six hours. Six hours,
by his watch. He had been so careful. He had opened the watch, put it
where they both could see. There, next to his hat. They had both
tried not to look at it. The two of them, like fools, pressed
together on the garden bench, kissing and kissing.. There, under the
arbor, no one could see. She had been half in his lap by the end. She
could feel how much he wanted her. But he had not pushed. He had not
s aid, 'I'll- die- if- you -don't-let-me.' He had only grasped her
like a lifeline, and gasped little half words into her neck, her
hair.




If the pressing of bodies together
could stop time, the earth would never have moved again.




Sitting now, before the mirror, she
could see the marks, red bites, up the side of her neck, under the
sharp angle of her jaw. Just there, had been his soft mouth, his
teeth...He had the same marks, she knew. She had wanted to sink her
sharp teeth in him, to bite and possess, and somehow soothe the
softening inside. She passed her fingers over the mark. It ached.
Everything ached. Her mouth was swollen.




His must be the same. She pressed her
fists between her legs, down through her petticoat. Everything ached.
Her face was hot. Was it the same for him? Must be.




Soon they would marry. She would let
him cross the bar. He would still go to sea, but when he was home
they would do it all the time. Until then, she would sleep with his
letters. She would pray for his safety. And they would just have to
ache.





Comments

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eglantine_br
Aug. 18th, 2011 08:45 pm (UTC)
Hey, its me. I had some trouble formatting this one. My toolbar seems different today. Hope it is not too distracting.
vsee
Aug. 18th, 2011 09:12 pm (UTC)
Unintentional poetry. Ha.

bauhiniakapok
Sep. 20th, 2016 04:52 am (UTC)
I do like the two of them. I like how you let them be passionate but also moral, enjoying everything in its season. It bothers me when characters in 18th century fiction are written with 21st century attitudes and (lack of) morals. I can make an exception for Archie and Horatio, because they couldn't exactly get married anyway, but I feel Saphronia is acting very properly for a respectable girl of her time. (For my time too actually. I waited til I was married, and it was a good thing.) And good for Christopher, for respecting her as well as loving her.
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