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Roses	By : davvylove Category: M through R > Night World Series Views: 1055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Roses
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A torrential downpour had begun out of the blue.

All around us, people frantically scatted for shelter; they’d known it was coming, and yet, they still came to the festival and got themselves tied to some other random person for the night. Yet, here I stood, not two feet away from one of my worst enemies, my hair and clothes soaking completely through as neither of us made to move any time soon. What in god’s name was wrong with him? Did he not realize how freaking cold the rain was as it fell from the skies? I glared, raising one hand to wipe my face on my already completely soaked hoodie. The rest of the night was going to be a blast, if I had to stay in wet clothing. Needless to say, Donni was going to get a thorough chewing out once the ribbon between Ramses and I was broken and we were free once again to ignore one another as necessary. “Well? Are you going to tell me what in the sam hell that was, or not? Cause frankly, I’m getting cold just standing here.” I couldn’t help but sound a little whiny – I knew that. Ramses rolled his eyes and continued with his façade. “There’s nothing, Rowan! You’re imagining things.” He still claimed that I was insane.

And I possibly was.

But that didn’t give a coherent explanation for what was happening. ‘Happening between us…’ I quickly corrected myself. I’d been about to open my mouth once again to yell at him this time, to demand that he tell me – hoping to break through that shell of a man if I kept probing. But I froze as he came towards me, and hand gripping my elbow gently, he led me towards a small building just on the edge of the entire festival. At one point in time, it’d probably been a concession stand of some sort, the fold down windows padlocked closed. Someone had left it open however, the door giving way easily as Ramses led me in and closed the door behind us. It was then, that I began to feel anxious. That nervous feeling, fear, welled in the pit of my stomach as my eyes adjusted to the dark slowly. I was painfully aware of where he was, and even jumped a little when he made an attempt to turn on the light; the bulb flashing in response as it burnt out. “Shit…” he muttered, and from the brief flashes from outside through the cracks in the windows, I watched him rub his temples. A common gesture for him it seemed.

“I’m not imagining things…” I sighed heavily, arms wrapped around my damp clothing as I tried desperately to search for the answers I wanted – no needed – in my own mind. “Whatever it was, we both felt it. And you know, don’t you…you know what it was.” My blue eyes fell on him, almost pleading for the truth. Searching that still expression for any hint of what was happening. “Please…Please just tell me. I’m sick of not knowing why…why I have these stupid dreams of random period of time. Why these women with different names look like me. Why whenever we touch, I feel as if I know you…no, don’t tell me that I do know you…” I cut his smartass remark off before he’d even had a chance to start talking. “I can’t explain it…the connection is there, but it’s so fuzzy…I don’t understand any of this. What is it? What are you?” I finally stopped, the ribbon between us feeling like dead weight as the air between us staled in the silence.

“Are you done now?” He said casually, causing me to frown. Rage formed quickly as I glared at the boy in front of me, my words threatening to come quickly and harshly. But that’s all they did was threaten to come out, because as I began to speak again, Ramses was immediately face to face with me. I was forced back against the beveled edge of the counter top as those large hands moved to cup the sides of my face more delicately than I thought that he was capable of; and as with before, there was that shock…that electricity at the tips of his fingers as they traced every feature and more. I stood frozen in place, frozen in time; my heart paused as I wasn’t sure what to think about the situation that I’d so suddenly been thrown into. And then – his lips brushed against mine. It was like heaven and hell in one place, that one, tiny brush of our lips, and it was over despite my mind still desperately fighting to win a losing battle. In a flurry of movements, Ramses was picking me up against the counter, my hands winding around his neck as the kiss turned almost demanding on his part, an unfamiliar invasion as those foreign lips pursued mine eagerly.
I was the first to break away, my hands pushing against his shoulders as we finally parted – though, I’ll be the first to admit that I didn’t want to. Gods I hated him. I wanted to hate him with every fiber of my being. “Jade…” was the first word that I practically gasped out, catching my breath from that kiss. “Damn it, Rowan, why can’t you remember?!” My eyes went wide as Ramses’s fists crashed against the drywall behind me, his anger apparent as he sat there, head bent close to my shoulder, seemingly trying to compose himself. Remember what? That nagging feeling at the back of my mind, possibly? The feeling that I’d known him before? “Well If you’d just tell me…” I started, only to be cut off by him laughing. He was laughing at me! I frowned, only to be caught up again, this time in a tight embrace as he whispered to me. “You stupid girl…don’t you get it yet? I can’t tell you.” I pushed him back slightly again, my patience wearing thin. “What is it that you can’t tell me?! Is it that hard to let me in on something that obviously involves m-“ Those lips were against mine once again, a moan caught in the back of my throat in place of the ‘me’ that I’d intended to say. “Ramses, sto-“ I managed to sneak a short word in, but while my will was strong, his was stronger; his hands groped at my wrists, taking both to pin above me with the arm that was tied to me. The other hand worked quickly to undo the zipper of my still soaked hoodie as he kept me locked in that passionate kiss.

“We can’t…” but why couldn’t we. Because I was still technically seeing Devin? Something told me that Jade would take care of that but for me. I felt terrible. Useless. Hopeless. But I wanted him. I wanted Ramses, lies and all, and it was that plainly obvious as my body trembled against his – the chill that ran the length of my spine either from the cold, damp clothing we wore, or from the arousal that I suddenly felt being this intimate with the enemy.

But was he really my enemy?

My resolve weakened as he pulled away ever so slightly, his mouth trailing down my neck, and to the exposed flesh just above my breasts. “Ramses!” I squirmed under his touch, trying to get my hands free from their prison. But he held fast…he was strong. Stronger than anyone I’d ever come across. If anyone caught us in here…if Jade caught us in here…I dared to think about the consequences as his mouth ravaged over places it should have never been. But it felt so right. Like we’d done this all before…obviously we hadn’t though. My mind was in so many places at one time, that a coherent thought would have been hard to find as it traveled a million miles an hour. “Ro…” he murmured, his mouth trailing hot kisses back along my neck. He finally freed my arm that wasn’t attached to him by string, but it wasn’t to let me go. No, the boy pulled my hoodie over my shoulder, exposing the goose bump covered flesh of my arm as he completely removed it from the one side. The clasps down the front of the corset I wore were next…god, I should have stopped him. But I didn’t…I watched on with careful eyes, breaths deep, and uneven in anticipation of what Jade’s boyfriend was planning on doing to me.

With the meaningless piece of fabric that I’d adorned just for decoration out of the way, I felt Ramses’ hand slide up through the bottom of my shirt, skirting the soft skin of my abdomen and going straight to what he’d been threatening to go to earlier. “We shouldn’t…” I caught his shoulder with my free hand just as his fingers hovered over a barely hidden breast. Those dark eyes caught mine in their gaze, and I knew immediately how the remainder of our evening together was going to go. This time, it was I that initiated a kiss; slow, sweet, tender. Just like those images of Rose-Mary…so that was her name? While fully focused on the act at hand, I still couldn’t help the part of my mind that slipped off to those entries. Those dreams. This felt…exactly the same. The way he touched me, the way that he kissed me. It was all so familiar…

Ramses had finally let my tied hand free, leaving both of them to slide up and hold his face at my own. All of this, while his hands worked frantically to undo my bra clasp. The air was chill as he prevailed and lifted what remained of my shirt along with the red lace that he’d just undone, his mouth leaving my own begging for more while he moved on to gently tug and suck at the dark tinged, sensitive tip that he’d unearthed. Bliss was the only thing that I could compare it with, as I clamped my hips tightly around the ones buried between them. “Ramses,” I sighed against the top of his head, taking in his scent as he teased and taunted, my hands frozen at the back of his neck and I dared not move them. Despite the obvious chill to the unheated building, there was a sudden warmth surrounding us, enveloping and encasing us. Ramses face came back to my own, his hands cupping the sides as he gently cradled my forehead against his nose. “You don’t remember anything, do you…nothing?” I searched his face for an answer, one of my own escaping me at the time. A sigh escaped those perfect lips, the disappointment playing heavily as he brushed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. “I’m sorry…” It was possibly the first time that I’d apologized to someone who I’d hated for so long.

In fact, why was I apologizing? Maybe because I felt terrible for not remember what I was supposed to? But that was silly as well. There wasn’t anything that I was supposed to remember. At least not realistically. That was the problem though. None of this was realistic. Ramses shouldn’t have been in there with me, in the position that we were in, and I shouldn’t have been whispering his name over and over; I should’ve been screaming for help. But I wasn’t. And I wouldn’t. For whatever reason beyond me, I wouldn’t scream, because somewhere deep within whatever binds our souls together, I knew:
That I loved him.
I hated him; but somehow, I loved him.
And now, it was my turn. Strange as it was, my jumbled mind almost seemed clearer when I was with him; my lips played lightly over his as my hands went to explore, skirting the outside of the shirt he wore and trailing the expanse of body that was hidden beneath the hindering things. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again against his lips, hands slipping under his shirt to run lines down a perfectly sculpted abdomen. Was everything perfect about this god in front of me, I wondered? I almost; ALMOST; giggled, hearing the quick intake of breath from Ramses as I undid the top button of his jeans and brushed against him; as if that was any signification to my wants…needs…demands. He obviously complied; despite earlier feelings of hatred towards me…maybe being tied together for the night hadn’t been such a horrible thing? It didn’t take long before the shorts I’d adorned were wound around one ankle, threatening to fall off at any given time, as well as the boy shorts that matched the bra that was already pushed up over what it was supposed to be holding. Needless to say, there was no comparison when it came to Dev and Ramses…it was easy to see why Jade was with him, especially once there was nothing left between us except the few articles of clothing that wouldn’t come off just because of the ties around our wrists.
I’ll be the first to admit, that for once in my life I was scared. Incredibly, insanely, out of my mind terrified – about what would happen once our bodies were that close. After what had happened with a slight touch of our hands, and lips…I was all the more hesitant, wanting to know just what was going on, but not wanting to cross that border for fear of the unknown. That distance was slowly closed, by him, his hands tangling in the hair that he’d pulled out of its binder while everything else was coming off. It was within another sudden flurry of movements that I found that space completely closed, my hands shaking ever so slightly as they quickly located his shoulders and gently gripped; every nerve ending standing on edge as I felt him inch his way inside of me. When he finally stopped, a half strained whisper caught my attention: “Relax, Ro,” Ramses free hand that wasn’t holding my hips gently touched the side of my face. I hadn’t realized how tense I was, every muscle strained so that it felt like I was made of stone…a far cry from any other time that I’d been in this same position.

“I’d suggest you get moving, before I change my mind…” I gave him a mischievous grin as I glanced up at the god above me, fingers tangling in the hair that they could to tug his mouth to mine a little rougher than I had before. Everything was enhanced while I was this close to him. I could smell the gentle scent of the rain and our sweat, mingling in what clothing remained; my hair, still soaked, smelled of the honey and clover shampoo I’d used that morning and his…I couldn’t quite place the scent, but it was intoxicating; I felt as though I was becoming more and more high with every passing moment that we just stalled there. With a scoff, and a roll of my eyes as he failed to move within my time requirements, I pulled away, the sudden emptiness making me wish I hadn’t. It’d be remedied quickly, however, my hand fisted in his shirt and pushed him down to the floor and I took no time in moving to straddle just above what I needed to refill the emptiness. His reaction was shocked, to say the least, as I dipped a hand between us and lightly stroked at the protruding erection that bobbed against the inside of my leg. The grin that fell across my features was one of conquering as I watched his eyes slide closed. Without haste, I realigned him, and quickly fell into a rapid pace; rising and falling with the sound of the wind and rain battering the shelter that we were hiding in.

“Ro!” Ramses words were lost in his moans as I rode him, his hands snaking their way back to my hips to meet my pace as I rocked faster, ground harder against him. Breathing heavy, a pink flush leading from my chest to my cheekbones as I found myself looking down into those dark eyes. It was then that it struck me. I do know you… Those dreams and diary entries that weren’t mine – they really were mine. And it was him. He’d been there every time. Stealing kisses and innocence from Rose-Mary in the gardens, teasing and taunting Rochelle in the depths of the captains quarters while his crew remained on duty on deck. Oh god, it had all been him and I. My thoughts were jumbled once again as I felt him sit up and adjust our position, kneeling as he wrapped my legs around his waist, speeding up the pace that I’d begun so diligently until I felt as if I couldn’t bare it any longer.

A low moan was all that escaped my lips, possibly his name somewhere in there as I felt that sweet release of my own that I’d been waiting for. My hands gripped at his shoulders as I heard one last whisper of my name, the throbbing of his sex inside of me as he slowed and finally stopped causing a shiver to run the length of my spine. Outside, the rain had subsided to a dull sprinkle, the chattering voices of fair-goers reaching me as I buried my face in the crook of his neck and willed my heart to slow and my breathing to steady. It probably shouldn’t have shocked me as much as it did, when I felt his arms wrap tightly around me, holding me close as we just sat.

Until I broke the silence, finally recalling every last detail of the past lives that I’d spent and not spent with the man who was embracing me.

“Why did you leave me?!”
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