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Post by rorygilmore on Mar 22, 2007 17:05:31 GMT 10
Lukaism!!! Luv it!!! I'm in love with the way you describe every movement, every feeling and what I like the most about your story is that you know how to transmit all the characters' emotions to the reader. It's truly amazing. You're creating a Brilliant, splendid, glorious and magnificent piece of art, maggie. Yeah, I'm a flatterer of your work...so what? I really LOVE it.
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Post by Cornflake Girl on Mar 22, 2007 19:21:18 GMT 10
So I used to think The Long and Winding Road was my fave of your stories, but this is fast taking it over, it is just written so beautifully and descriptivly....love it.
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Post by lubbylover1 on Mar 23, 2007 2:02:04 GMT 10
Wonderful, as always....
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Post by zelda on Mar 23, 2007 7:25:33 GMT 10
I am in tears, Maggie, as you write with such acute details the terrible breakdown that all women have after a miscarriage! The details are so accurate, the sense of guilt, rejection and self-hatred are so authentic! My best friend lost her baby a couple of months ago, and what you write is simply too close to home!
I can only thank you for this incredible sensitivity! Karma ASAP! But this seems ridiculous, with the intensity of your writing!.
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Post by *Natalie* on Mar 23, 2007 8:33:27 GMT 10
Amazing update Glad she isn't pushing him away. natalie x
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Post by smile90 on Mar 24, 2007 5:18:22 GMT 10
woow... I just can say that I totally agree with rory!! I can't say more cause I'm so speechless! this is so brilliant!!!
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Post by rorygilmore on Mar 24, 2007 7:15:51 GMT 10
I'm waiting...*taps her foot on the floor* I desperately needing a dose of your fab. updates... NOW!!!...
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Post by ERFanRach on Mar 24, 2007 9:30:25 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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Post by maggie on Mar 27, 2007 16:43:57 GMT 10
Chapter Twenty-Three: Tempting
Title is Sam Shaber's song, "Tempting". I love it so much, but I hate reading lyrics, so google it if you're interested. These last two chapters (this and the next) are a touch more mature, but I'm not changing the rating because I don't feel it's explicit. So use your own judgement, and if you're offended, I've at least disclaimed.
If he’d known what a few hours of talking could do to them, he’d have done it far sooner. The intensity of the conversation, the rawness of emotion, the vulnerability...it was inevitable that it would end as it did. It wasn’t simply because they’d abstained after the miscarriage, the experience was far more fresh and new and novel than that. It was altogether an unknown territory, the wounds they’d opened and truths they’d shared bringing them together in a way neither had experienced. Walls had been broken. Later, he’d compare it to losing his virginity, and she’d agree - exhilarating, terrifying, euphoric, and yet without any qualms or inhibitions. Simply giving themselves to one another, unrestrained.
His body fit against hers to hold her afterwards, negligible space between them, face resting in that silky-soft space where her neck met her shoulder. The reverberations of his voice against her own throat forced her lips to curl into a pouting smile. “We should talk more often.”
Lovemaking had lowered her defenses, clouded her mind from censoring her murmured words. “This scares me, Luka.”
“What does?” His lips pressed just behind her ear to kiss the tender skin.
She shifted against him, his skin on hers deliciously calming. “Trusting you. Telling you these things.” She brought his hand to her mouth to gently kiss his fingertips. “I’ve never been very good at the whole honesty thing.”
“Really?” He nuzzled her neck softly. “I had no idea.”
“Shut up.”
He slid one hand tighter around her waist. “Me neither.”
She let silence hang over them a few moments, turning thoughts over in her mind. Finally, the question came, thick with emotional exhaustion. “Do you ever have regrets...wish things had turned out differently?”
One hand snaked more firmly around her waist. “What do you mean?”
“When you told me...when you told me about Vukovar.” Her eyes crinkled as she failed to suppress a yawn. “If your wife and children had gone with you to the store...” She trailed off.
“I don’t know.” He’d rolled the question around in his mind countless times. “If they’d lived...I loved them. I do love them.” There was an almost audible disappointment to his answer. She’d asked knowing full well what his response would be, yet needed to hear it. He placed a kiss to her temple. “But then, I wouldn’t have met you.”
She tensed slightly. “But they’d be alive.”
“One isn’t worse than the other.” A quiet acceptance gave him the air of one far wiser than he could claim to be. “I can’t think about it like that. It’s just...not fair. Like asking which child a parent loves more.” He brushed a few stray locks of hair from her face, thoughtful. “That’s why I have to believe everything happens for a reason. It’s too hard, otherwise.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to -”
“Don’t be sorry.” He let his head rest in the crook of her neck and shoulder, an almost oddly perfect fit. “I think about it a lot. About what it would be like, if I’d change things if I could, if I could trade one for the other.” Eyes heavy, she sighed softly and stroked his face with two fingers. A quiet understanding.
“I do want to have a baby...with you.” A warm sigh tickled his hand. “It scares the hell out of me, but I do.”
An almost-knot tightened his throat, a warm swell in his chest threatening to break it, spill out onto the sofa, onto her. Tears, blood, whatever it was that was electric in him. She might as well have proposed love, marriage, and endless sex for the rest of his life. Words failed him. Instead, he rolled her slightly and arched himself over her to see a pair of watery brown eyes and a pair of pale rosy lips. He kissed her then, softly, and yet with more intensity than she recalled ever being kissed. “Abby...” Her name came out a lingering whisper.
“Mmm?” She ran the back of her hand over his jaw, stubbly from two days without shaving.
“You’re beautiful.” Gently, tenderly, he lowered his mouth to her shoulder, barely even making contact as his lips brushed the smooth skin. She shivered as he traced the lines of her collarbone, up her neck, almost as though taking her pulse with his mouth, across her jaw, to rest on her temple, pressing a more substantive kiss to her hairline. His hands caressed her bare stomach, dancing his fingers across her skin, lovingly, delicately.
An unconscious smile slid across her face. “Luka.” She rolled a little to face him, a serene expression on her face. He smiled, kissed the tip of her nose, nudged her almost playfully with his forehead. “I do want to...just not yet. I need time.”
One hand found hers and squeezed it gently as he drew it to his lips. “I know. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed her again, spelling his intentions across her lips. Everything she’d exposed to him had only made him love her more...a breached barrier that made it impossible for him to find a single flaw with this woman, brainwashed with his own feelings. It had been so long since he felt that, anything of comparable magnitude. Absolute acceptance, unconditional love. Had he really ever lived without loving her? His lips brushed against her forehead again, over her eyelid, over her cheeks, her lips...memorizing. She shivered again below him, eyes closed to any distraction from his affections as they melded together once more. Making love seemed, for the first time, not enough to him. He wanted her more than just physically, if he could possibly engulf her being somehow, it would be a start. Words, too, fell short. Murmuring the words seemed suddenly meaningless in the scheme of things. Others used those words, yet they couldn’t possibly understand the extent of what ached in his core. Quiet desperation tinged his request. “Look at me.”
Her eyes opened to reveal something indefinable as they met his, expression equally abstract. Something different...something neither had the means to explain. It was almost fear that held their gaze, his fear to look away, her fear to see what lay in his eyes. She twined herself around him as they moved, needing, wanting, craving. He gave, indulged, quenched. They lay entangled in the aftermath of overwhelming sensation and emotion, unmoving, silent, clutching one another almost desperately. A single bead of perspiration slid from his temple to nose to her cheek to mix with a single tear, mingling together as they slid down to drop onto their clasped hands.
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Post by ERFanRach on Mar 27, 2007 23:04:55 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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Post by manu on Mar 27, 2007 23:37:12 GMT 10
Amazing!!!!
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Post by cloudy on Mar 27, 2007 23:48:44 GMT 10
That was very beautiful Maggie. I really liked it.
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Post by smile90 on Mar 27, 2007 23:49:01 GMT 10
woow maggie.. no words left... I'm stunned...
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Post by kcabrasil on Mar 28, 2007 1:49:47 GMT 10
perfect...
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Post by lubbylover1 on Mar 28, 2007 2:04:36 GMT 10
OMG, amazing as always
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