Manny & Lena Manny faces his weakness... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Moments ticked by with him standing, nude, staring at his dim reflection cast in the mirror. He noted his disheveled hair from a restless attempt at sleep, accompanied by a days growth of beard on his face. Disgruntled he combed his fingers through his hair, feeling a need to do something. Oblivious to his nudity he found himself slipping out onto his balcony; there was a cool drizzle falling, chilling the air that he welcomed against his hot skin. It was really dark, neither the moon nor the stars could be seen because of the hovering clouds and foggy mist hanging thick and heavy. Sipping again, he couldn�t stop himself from peering through the night in the direction of her cabin that could be otherwise seen from his vantage point; the reason he had built her cabin where he could see her, and vice versa. There was a sudden break in the fog that lent him a brief view of a lantern light shining from what he knew was her cabin. She was awake�that confirmed it. 'Are you alone? Would any man dare to approach you knowing that you are mine?' Manny swallowed the sudden lump in his throat, his face turning red realizing he had no further right to such a statement; he couldn't get himself to care about the rights and wrongs of his thinking. 'You wouldn't do that to me - you couldn't. You love me I know you - love me.' Manny closed his eyes at the thought; he knew and had always known that he was loved by her. But her pride, her spirit and life of privilege would not allow her to be anything less than what she was to him; she was a glowing prize to be won over and not easily ...no...not at all easy.... Lena stood with her arms around the post, her grip even tighter as she heard him exiting her cabin after seeing their son. She wanted to wipe away the tracks of her tears; prayed that he wouldn't see them drip from her chin. She knew that any second now, he would step down off of her porch and cross the yard, returning to his wife. "Please, I cannot help what I feel, do not, please do not turn me away - I beg you don't. If I could deny myself what only you can do to ease this - I would - God knows that I would. Please Lena - please." He moaned in pain against her back, pressing against her; his chin and cheek pressing, rubbing against her head. "No, I cannot...please - I will not! Leave me alone - go back to your wife." She pleaded, then cried out as he spun her roughly to face him. "I cannot damn you - I cannot bear this! I am only human!!" He held her tightly, her shoulders bunched up from his tight grip to her upper arms. "You are mine, you have always been!" "No! Not anymore! You chose her over me! Now go to her!" "I had no choice! You know I had no choice! You are all I have ever wanted! By God and all the angels know it is true! You are all - I've - ever..." All restraint gone, his mouth crashed down onto hers, he pulled her in closer, backed her against the wall of her cabin, insisting upon kissing her, he would not stop, he would not yield, he would not leave her, not this time. It was too much, the aching, the need. His next pursuit of her mouth, unable to fight him, she gave in, both of them sucking in the essence of the other as if lost in a desert and on the verge of death, needing to find water, they sucked in deep. ~*~*~*~*~ :Credits: M3 base, morphs SP3 base, morphs Poet Shirt @ Daz3d Empira Gown for V3 @ RDNA Log Cabins @ RDNA Dark Beauties by ArtCollabs Story excerpt from, Webster Fields - Princess Ces'alena By Mercedes Keyes Copyright(c)2008, amberswann.com All Rights Reserved