For an instant, Ariel stiffened and tried to push him away. No, please not like this. But then, she slowly relaxed against him, resting her head on his shoulder. But why not? It's been so long since I've been held. She argued with herself. As he gently drew her to him, she arched into his touch. “Do you think people meet for a reason?” She inquired softly as she wrapped her arms around him.
Feeling the woman nestle against him, Iohn drew in a slow deep breath, then answered her. “I do, but only the spirits know why.” As his fingers gently danced up her spine, she cooed softly. “How long has it been since you've been held?” He could sense her longing, longing to be held, to be loved, to be cared for, to give love.
“Too long, esan a bheir buaidh air mo chridhe.”(1) She murmured as she buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. “Tha mi ag iarraidh uiread de sin.”(2) She whispered in her own language, not caring if he couldn't understand her. For right now, all she wanted was this....You win, Cridhe an t-Athair Màthair na h-uile. I ran so far, but not far enough. I'm tired of running. (3)
Sensing her internal struggle, Iohn simply held her until she finally surrendered and relaxed against him. He could feel her soft breathes against his skin and closed his eyes, trying to fight his body's natural reaction. “Mmmmm,” he sighed, “Ariel, mei formosus.”(4) We really need to stop this. He thought. As the Daoine a bhios a 'siubhal nestled closer to him, he exhaled sharply and tried to put a few inches between them.
“I-Yohn, you are trembling.” Ariel exclaimed in surpirse. “Is something wrong?” She asked as she looked up at him. Seeing the tightness of his jaw, she brushed her hand down and rested it on his hip. “I-Yohn?”
“It's nothing,” He grunted, drawing a surprised look from her. It's that if you don't stop, I might hurt you, and I don't want to do that.
“Are you sure?” She nestled close to him again, this time feeling the bulge in his pants. “Oooh....” She blushed, as she realized why he was trembling. Taking a quick step back, she once again buried her face in her hands and wept. “I'm so sorry, I-yohn.” Looking out from between her fingers, she cautiously inquired, “Does it hurt?”
- He who stirs my heart.
- I want you so much.
- Father Creator, Mother of all.
- My beautiful one.
