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Date Posted: 11:38:41 11/19/09 Thu
Author: celtgirl
Subject: Inside>>>>>
In reply to: celtgirl 's message, "Okay, there was some talk about as nice as it was to see Jamie, some ladies were missing Casey- so here's a wee scene with the man. It's a larger scene than this, but it's not finished, I hope you'll enjoy the snapshot nevertheless." on 11:33:19 11/19/09 Thu

Copyright 2009 Cindy Brandner


She sat by the window, rocking quietly, hands resting on the mound of her belly. The moonlight fell over her, limning her hair and skin, and lighting the white of her nightgown so that she looked like an angel caught in repose. A very fertile angel, he amended to himself, but an angel nonetheless. His wife. The thought of it still astounded him from time to time, accustomed as he was to their life together. That a rough boy from the wrong side of Belfast- not that there was a right side of Belfast come to think of it- should be loved so well and so passionately by a woman such as she. There were times when he would watch her, when she was unaware of him, as she sorted through her negatives, or when she was blissfully absorbed in her flowers, and he would be taken afresh at her beauty, her singularity, that of all the women in the world, this one was his own.

As much as it surprised him, still if he were honest, he had felt proprietary about her from the moment he saw her in his brother’s kitchen- had felt as he’d once told her that he’d die miserable if he didn’t find himself between her thighs at some point. But it had been more profound than that too, right from the first. He had known her, and she him in a way that went far deeper than words, as if she didn’t see the man who had been in prison, been poor, but saw further than that, to what he might be, to what he was in his heart, in his thoughts in the quiet of the night. There had always been a silent understanding that existed between them even during the worst of times, such as when he had left her after Robin’s death, and he had known even as he tried to drown his sorrows in a series of bottles, that he could not exist apart from her, knowing she was somewhere lonely, maybe afraid, needing him, as he needed her.

She turned then from her inward contemplation, stirring slightly, and looked up at him, as if she had sensed all along that he stood watching.

She arched her back slightly, rubbing at the small of it, eyes soft with some maternal thought that made him feel as though motherhood were a mystery from which men were excluded completely. Then she smiled at him and he found himself walking to her and kneeling at her feet, drawn as surely as a magnet to true north.

She combed her fingers through his curls, fingers massaging his scalp and working their way down his neck. He felt himself relax under her touch, melting into the warmth of her thighs beneath his cheek, the hard ball of their child nudging at his head. There was no other place in the world where he felt more secure or vulnerable, than in his wife’s arms.

Aye, he was hers, just as she was his, for better or worse, forever, and there was no other way he would have it.

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  • Here's a more complete version, turned out it only needed a couple of sentences to sew the bottom end together>>> -- celtgirl (), 12:40:06 11/19/09 Thu
  • So lovely, Cindy. Really, there should be something more I can write in response to this but words fail me. You've written this with such a deft hand that I can see every bit of it in my mind's eye as easily as if I was watching a film. (NT) -- Carla, 14:16:03 11/19/09 Thu
  • *sigh* I'd like to lose my boundaries with THAT man :-) Beautiful moment there girl! (NT) -- Mahri, 16:08:44 11/19/09 Thu
  • Wow, oh so beautiful, girl. You can feel the love bounding off the page (well, screen). Carla is right - I can see it so clearly. Just gorgeous writing!! (NT) -- Noelle, 16:47:40 11/19/09 Thu
  • Ah gee, I feel all gushy inside! As always, beautiful writing, Cindy. (NT) -- Denise, 19:56:51 11/19/09 Thu
  • Because I associate Casey with violence and the "Riordan curse," scenes like this catch me by surprise and are truly heart warming. Will Jamie ever find his way to a life that includes such moments of peace and wholeness? (NT) -- PeggyB, 12:19:57 11/20/09 Fri
  • I got lost for a second there. I love that about your writing. I forget I'm reading until...oh!...no more words, no more pages, and I have to slip away from that place of warmth or tension, excitement or fear, depending on what's happening. Lovely, lovely scene. (NT) -- Dreen, 19:35:29 11/20/09 Fri
  • Lovely! Thank you for sharing these tidbits with us. I love reading about their life together. So romantic. (NT) -- Lil, 21:32:10 11/20/09 Fri
  • I really love these tender moments between Pamela and Casey, when the rest of the world is stripped away and it is only their two souls speaking to one another. (NT) -- Sallie, 09:25:40 11/21/09 Sat
  • It had such a graceful and tender feeling to it. Like Dreen, I get lost and am surprised when there isn't another sentence. The quiet life moments Casey has are peaceful and I am happy that he gets such moments of bliss amongst so many that are not. (NT) -- Tracy, 16:08:57 11/21/09 Sat
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