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Date Posted: 21:32:29 03/07/12 Wed
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celtgirl
Subject: Maybe it's because of stuff like this>>>
In reply to: Mahri 's message, "I'm picturing Casey putting the teapot on the Aga *thud* Why is it everything that man does is sexy to me? :-)" on 16:13:12 03/07/12 Wed

copyright 2012 Cindy Brandner

He was sitting with his head tilted back, dark eyes closed, blood still leaking from the corner of his left eye. His jersey was off and lying to the side of him on the bench. His hair, damp with exertion, curled up madly around his head and the whorls of hair across his chest glistened with sweat. He was alone, and he was beautiful. She curled her fingers tightly under, the nails cutting into her palms- she should just walk away- he couldn�t be more than nineteen and she�well she hadn�t been nineteen in a good while. And yet�oh and yet�she cleared her throat and he started, as though he�d been asleep. His eyes were even darker than she�d previously thought, almost black with an intensity that took the breath from her lungs. He clutched his shirt to his chest.

�I�m sorry, ye�ve caught me at a disadvantage here.�

She almost laughed aloud at that, for she�d never seen a less disadvantaged young man, and she was quite certain the boyo must know it too. Certainly the girls did that clustered thick and sweet as honeybees to a blossoming tree, each night at the bar. And though he had a wink and a smile, and a line of blarney for them all, he always left alone at the end of the night. She knew because she stayed �til closing, watching him. Unable to leave, wondering if she�d taken complete leave of her senses. When her traveling companions had moved on to the Republic she�d stayed behind and though she�d tried to tell herself it was because it was far more beautiful here in the North than she�d anticipated- that she was tired and didn�t want to listen to Anne�s endless chatter anymore, in her heart, she knew better. She had stayed for this exact moment and nothing else.

�Can I help ye with something?� he asked, sitting up, and towelling his chest off with the torn jersey.

Honestly, it wasn�t even fair, even his voice was knee melting. Dark, deep and yet soft as though each word touched a different expanse of her skin. And over it, those hard Northern inflections that made him sound older than his years.

�I- I was watching you play and thought I�d check to see if you were hurt?� She made it into a question, though it was apparent the boy was in perfectly good health.

He smiled, a quick thing that drove a beautiful dimple into the blue black stubble that coated his jawline. He had strong, even white teeth.

�I�m fine, just a wee cut, nothin� worth notin�. It�s kind of ye to ask though.� He hesitated for a minute and then added, �I�ve seen ye at the pub this last while, haven�t I?�

They both knew he had, and that the question was purely for politeness sake, and to allow her a graceful way out of this conversation if she so chose. She didn�t choose.

�This neighbourhood, �tis a wee bit dicey,� he said, standing to his full height, making her feel suddenly tiny and fragile. She�d known he was tall, but up close like this, with the pure male scent of him in her every indrawn breath, with him there, close enough to touch�well, he was big and there was no denying it. He was big and she was short of breath. Suddenly she realized he�d asked her a question and she flushed in embarrassment.

�Would ye like me to walk ye back, then? A lady shouldn�t be out on these streets this time of night.�

�I- oh- yes, that would be lovely.�

He smiled again, and it was a thing of such beauty that she felt as though a deep and melodic bell had been struck within her. Then he turned round to shrug the jersey on. Lord have mercy, but he was even beautiful from the back. A broad expanse of fair ivory skin, flushed with coursing blood and a deeply grooved backbone ridged in pure muscle. His shoulders smooth with youth, leading up to a broadly columned neck, with a prominent adam�s apple and a deep kissing hollow at the base of his throat.

He pulled the shirt down, though it was a bit of a wasted effort for it clung to his torso like another skin. She swallowed, mouth dry and body trembling.

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Oh *sigh* - to use your words it's not even fair!! (NT) -- Mahri, 04:23:41 03/08/12 Thu
That is beyond a sigh, that is a *THUD* times 100. (NT) -- Carla, 15:19:47 04/15/12 Sun