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Date Posted: 17:03:01 10/13/09 Tue
Author: dea
Subject: certain bag contents at the end - beware of graphic scene!
In reply to: Debi 's message, "*rubs hands together gleefully*" on 10:52:42 10/10/09 Sat

ok, i promise you'll find a couple of things that Bryony carries in her bag. beware of the graphic nature of the scene; i've posted it before, but, anyway... it's the first time Bryony and Ashton have sex. it takes place the day after Sir John's birthday barbecue, after Olivia, Bryony's niece, twists her shoulder and Ashton takes care of her.


Heights Of Abraham
by Dea Vianna

[for critique purposes only; does not constitute publication]


Chapter Six - Blaze unquenchable [excerpt]


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He walked outside. There was mostly shade on the garden. Every last shred of light that had not passed to the other side of the manse seemed to hover over the wood, filtering amber and ghostly through the vaulted ceiling of branches. He went down the hilly lakeside with an odd pounding in his heart.

She was standing on the balcony, black eyes lost in the ember-coloured water mirror.


‘Hiya.’

‘Hi.’

‘Better now?’

‘I’m fine.’ She sighed.

‘Little Lady is resting.’

‘Hmm.’

‘Your father is well.’

‘Oh.’ She smiled. He wondered if, this time, he had read her thoughts. ‘Thank you. Again.’

‘Ok.’ He sighed.

‘She won you, did she?’

‘Yes.’ He smiled.

‘I saw you two talking. At the clinic.’

‘You did, innit.’ He held his breath when he remembered the subject of his conversation with Little Lady.

‘What were you talking about, any road?’

‘Ooh. It’s a secret.’ He looked at the lake, avoiding her stare.

‘A secret?’ She frowned.

‘Aye.’

‘And you’re not telling.’ She gave a half smile.

‘Hmmm…’ He teased her.

‘What?’

‘Well… She asked me a question.’ He looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

‘Hmm.’ She gave him a look with narrowed eyes.

‘She asked me if I was your boyfriend.’ He smiled.

‘She did, did she?’ She looked at him with eyes wide open for a second. It seemed that she was making an effort to pull herself together. He did not expect that reaction.

‘Aye.’ He sighed.

‘And…?’

‘I said I was not.’

‘Oh.’ She looked disappointed. Or he was just imagining things.

‘Then she said I could be.’

‘Oh, my…’ She wiggled her head. ‘I’m sorry.’ She laughed, awkward. ‘She’s…’

‘Clairvoyant?’ He said that and held his breath, startled with the sudden turn in the conversation.

‘What?’ She turned to him at last, startled as well.

‘I could be your boyfriend. Or whatever you want me to be.’ He said that in a whisper.

‘How many bitters you had today, again?’ She tried to keep a funny tone. All of a sudden he was not willing to let her.

‘I’m not pissed.’ He looked at her intensely, not smiling so much anymore. His lashes burned as if he had a fever, as if he had fire in his eyes.

‘Right. And you told her that.’

‘She’s not one you can lie to.’

‘Well, she’s playing the Cupid, you know.’

‘I told her it did not depend on me alone.’

‘She has taken it seriously.’ It seemed she had avoided the meaning of what he had said.

‘I hope so.’

‘This is a joke —’

‘I hope you take it seriously as well.’ His heart jumped.

‘Don’t say that.’ She closed her eyes. He could see that she was trembling. He did not expect that. In fact, he did not know what to expect, he had not planned anything.

‘What? Don’t say what?’ He realised he was trembling as well.

‘What you just said.’ She opened her eyes and sighed, looking at the lake, trying to avoid his stare.

‘Why not?’ His heart shrank.

‘Because… what you said is incalculable.’ He stared at her profile cut against the darkening lake, with a breath hold.

‘It is, innit?’ He exhaled. He picked a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. His hand lingered on her neck. She was so warm. He could feel her pulse racing under his palm. He caressed her ear and her cheek with his thumb. So soft and warm…

‘Oh, my…’ She looked to the glass floor, and then closed her eyes again. Her knuckles went white, as she grabbed the rail, as if it were the only thing that kept her from drowning.

‘Incalculable as it is… is it impossible?’ He placed the other hand on her neck again, as gently as he could, and turned her to face him. He was trembling so much that he feared he would hurt her somehow.

‘No.’ she whispered. She looked at him as if from a trance. Her black eyes flashed. There was desire in them, and pain. And fear.

‘Bryony, I…’ There was nothing else he wanted to say so he just kissed her softly. She seemed to wake from the trance all of a sudden, and resisted.

‘What are you doing…’ she whispered, short of breath.


He kissed her again, this time with passion. His hands left no doubt about what he was doing when he held her tight.

‘I can’t —’ He ignored her attempts to escape his embrace. ‘Wait. Please.’

‘Why?’ He loosened the pressure of his arms around her but did not let her go.

‘You know you’re viciously taking advantage of my vulnerable state today, do you?’ She tried to look in his eye, but it seemed she could not. She blushed and looked down.

‘And you know you’re viciously using your vulnerable state to hide the fact that you want this as much as I do.’ He looked for her eyes, but she hid her face in his chest, panting.

‘Oh.’ She did not deny. He decided to take that as admittance. ‘Then I have to warn you. I may not fulfil your expectations.’

‘What are you saying?’ He closed his eyes and dived in her hair, breathing in all the vanilla. ‘Are you a male, by any chance?’ He gave a soft laugh.

‘Not that disappointing…’ She joined his laughter and they relaxed a little. Yet there was this hissing around them, as if the air was electrified. ‘Oh, my… Well, I’m old—er. My body is… functional, but it does not look very good. I would not mind… ordinarily. But I’ve been… oversensitive, lately…’

‘And you think I would reject you, somehow?’ He lifted her chin.

‘It would be especially devastating if you did.’ She was blushing even more and there were sparks in her black eyes. Her vulnerability was as overwhelming as her strength.

‘I want you.’ He did not have to lie. He did not really care. Nothing mattered now that she was in his arms. He kissed her deeply now and she abandoned herself in his embrace, going on tiptoe to place a hand on his nape.


He lifted her and walked inside, without stopping the kiss. He put her down, sat on the chaise-lounge, pulled her to his lap. He squeezed her, kissed her, touched her the way he had wished to do for the last couple of months. He took her dress off and she took his shirt and he felt the softness of her breasts at last, bulging in his hand and between his lips, brushing against the skin in his chest. She moved on top of him, mounted him, her legs behind his back. She danced in the rhythm of their breath and soon his manhood could not be bound. Soon she was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and holding him in her hands.


‘My test is up-to-date.’ He panted. She smiled, looking amazed.

‘So is mine. But I’m not on the pill. And I’m ovulating.’ She reached inside a bag on the other chaise-lounge and produced a tiny green pack.

‘A-ha! You had bad intentions…’ He teased her.

‘Well… I carry them around. And I have to wear them before they expire, any road…’ She smiled and stood up, trembling still, pulled his trousers and his pants off, undressed her knickers and mounted back on. Then she skilfully dressed him and pushed him inside of her, resuming her rhythmic dance. He was… speechless. He just leaned back and she pressed her thighs against his hips. She was graceful and moved slow, holding back the pleasure, holding back her breath. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the ride, the touch of her skin, the softness of her flesh in his hands, the sound of her sighs. She was silent; but her silence conveyed all her sensations to him and his body responded and talked back. Without notice, he began to feel this wave of pleasure, almost unbearable. He was amazed when he realised it was her pleasure, and not only his own, he was feeling. She came beautifully, a scream locked in her chest, like dying, then soft moans of pleasure. He looked at her and she was glowing. He held her tighter and moved fast under her, and she came once more. She collapsed on his chest, breathless, laughing.

‘Don’t move.’ She whispered in his ear a while after and began her dance again, slow at first, then faster. He wanted desperately to join her moves but she pressed him down. He closed his eyes and relaxed. Every inch of his skin was alive. The touch of her breasts was maddening, her hair tickled his skin, she slid up and down and round until there were no boundaries left between his body and hers. The wave that rolled inside him was his but it was hers again. He did not resist. The scream came from a hidden place in him. His torso rose inadvertently and he almost sat up, then fell back, arms open, exhausted. She still moved slowly on top of him, trembling. He held her tight; he could not bear it anymore. He saw sparks and it did not matter that he had shut his eyes so hard that it pressed the ocular nerves. He had tears in his eyes. Then he noticed that she was crying.

‘Are you all right?’ he whispered, still short of breath.

‘Yes… It happens… when it’s… too strong.’ She looked away and squirmed, trying to breathe. He let her go. She manoeuvred her small body to let him out and managed to stretch her legs and lie on his side, her head on his chest.

‘It was…’ he mumbled. ‘I —’

‘Shush…’ She placed two fingers on his lips.


‘What?’ He kissed her fingers.

‘Don’t talk.’

‘Hmm… What if I have something to say?’ He gave a soft laugh, caressing her hair.

‘Hmmm… You know, your body is drenched in endorphins right now. You could say anything to anybody… to a… door, for that matter.’

‘Indeed?’ He was amused.

‘The Brazilians have this saying. Amor de pica fica…’ She seemed to be holding back a laugh.

‘What does it mean?’

‘Cock love endures…’ She laughed. He laughed as well and rolled on top of her.

‘Very… funny… lady!’ he said between kisses, tickling her. She laughed and squirmed.

‘You don’t have to say anything.’ She was serious all of a sudden. ‘Just leave it at that.’ She caressed his face and looked intensely in his eyes. Then she blinked.

‘All right.’ He kissed her softly and rolled to his back again. Something had been broken. He was a little frustrated.


She rolled away from him, picked her dress from the floor and put it on. She rolled back to him and gave him a deep, soft, long kiss. He felt as if she were saying goodbye. She sighed and stood up, swiftly sliding into her knickers. He sat up unwillingly, wondering how he would fix the mess, now that he remembered that there was not a toilet in the glasshouse.


‘Wipes?’ She fussed in the bag and picked a pack of wet wipes, handing it to him. Bugger. Had she planned the whole thing? Then she turned round and went to the balcony, closing the sliding door behind her. Very thoughtful of her, give him a little privacy. He was a little upset but he did not know why.



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