| In Dreams Author : Chantal ( Angelic Sinner ) Disclaimer : They're not mine Rating : G Thanks : This story I dedicate to Cal Gal, who put up with my constantly changing mind, and I really felt bad for that :):) "Roxton, No..." The raven haired heiress woke up screaming the two words that so many times escaped her lips as she saw him crumble in front of her, wounded. Pulling herself up, her hands cuping her face, she breathed heavily. "These nightmares have to stop". She thought as she got out of bed and headed to the kitchen, trying to calm down and catch her breath. A glass of water in a hand, she stood motionless watching the view that her eyes had become accustumed to, nightmares had been haunting her for weeks, and they all seemed to end up with John's death and her, on her knees, his body in her arms, crying. "I have to admit ". She spoke to herself. "You do have an effect on me, although when it comes to the matters of the heart, i'm quite aloof, and yet .." She paused and took a breath "And yet the walls I have built seem to crumble, and I am afraid ..." "Speaking to ourselves are we?". Whispered a husky voice from behind. Marguerite's eyes widened and she turned to face the hunter, her heart was pounding, who knows what he might have heard. "Oh, John! You couldn't sleep?" She answered, hoping to change the subject. "I have a lot on my mind." "I see, well, I am heading to bed". He stood in front of her, as to not let her pass. "You still haven't told me who you were confessing to." "Well I was just talking to myself, reviewing the things that have happened to us on this expedition, that's all." With an annoyed tone. "Why Marguerite, admitting you are talking to yourself, you sure sound like you are lonely." "Perhaps I should have awakened you, but then you are not a great companion to have a conversation with, are you Lord John?" She walked by him and he let her pass, questioning himself, what had he done wrong? He was hurt, but by the tone in her voice, he sensed fear, shame and embarrassment. "hhhh, One minute I want to hug her, the next strangle her, and the worse part ... Is that I like it >" Roxton thought to himslef grinning. "Stupid fool, he almost heard you." Passed Marguerite's mind, as she put the cup of water next to her bed and laid there. Why is it that every time he got closer, she hurt him. Everytime SHE got closer, again she hurt him. What did he hear her say? She never said his name so there was no way for him to know, or was there? He was the only man she laid eyes on, here on the plateau. Who else would it be? Who else could look at her, and with those eyes look straight into her heart, capture her will, her every desire. Who else, with one kiss can make her heart ache, engulfed with too much love, but was there "too much" coming from him. It didn't seem as though there, was cause the more he gave, the more she wanted, and the more she took, the more she thought of herself defenseless, withdrawing from him, but never for too long. Damn that man, damn his touch, and damn his words. Roxton sat in the chair, thinking about Marguerite Krux. How things have changed since he first saw her. What was once a pure physical attraction, was evolving on his side to respect and comprehension and even love. He remembered thinking "How could anyone love such a stubborn, self absorbed woman?" But how ironic that his words were contradicted by his actions. He did see a different side of her, a side he wished to see more often, a side that had drawn him to this mysterious woman, a woman of multiple feelings, multiple talents, and many flaws. Marguerite closed her eyes, trying to catch some sleep, but again the pictures haunted her mind. So clear, so real. She tossed and turned, but to no use, finally sitting in her bed once again, she couldn't help but let the tears flow, reminiscing about all that had happened the past two years. A knock on her door brought her back to reality, deep within she knew it was Roxton, wanted it to be Roxton, but hoped it was someone else. She wiped the tears. "Come in". Her heart raced, as she saw him enter her room ,with every step he took, getting closer ,she would remind herself to breathe. The earlier actions came to mind, and she took a more serious look. "We need to talk." "If you say so." She replied. "What is it that makes you run away everytime you come closer? What are you afraid of Marguerite?" He sat on the bed, close to her. She didn't know what to answer, her eyes were once again red, she looked into his, and found a will for understanding. She nodded, unable to speak, for she thought that once the words were spoken, the walls would tumble. "I know you feel something, I can see the look in your eyes, I too have the same look everytime I look at you. Just let me know what you want, tell me what holds you back." "Haven't I offended you enough." She let out with a low voice. "Haven't I misled you enough? You know most men would be sick of it by now." "But I am not those men Marguerite." He caressed her face. "And I will wait, and handle the insults until you are ready to open your heart again." He stood up, walking towards the door. "I have been having weird dreams about you." He stopped, returning to where he had been sitting a moment ago, silent, not wanting to interrupt her confession. "Everytime I get close to you, you die John." She wiped a tear that had escaped, as he looked at her face with those tender eyes. "I am afraid John." She looked at him. "Of what Marguerite, you can trust me." "At the end I am the one who gets abandoned." "But..." "Let me continue John. At the end, I will lose, and I am sick of it. I dreamed that I have lost you so many times, and with every dream I realized what feelings I had for you, but I realized if I had confessed those feelings, there is no turning back. Nothing is safe on this plateau, nothing will be safe in London. At the end we all face judgment day. I rather not have you from the beginning, than lose you and hurt even more." "Oh Marguerite." He got close to her, held her tightly in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder. "Marguerite, I will never walk away, I will never be the one to leave, I love you, and with each day passing, I shall love you more." She looked deep into those eyes that she had loved so much, and had come to read so well, she knew he was honest, she could see it, and could feel it in his embrace. He got closer brushing his lips against hers, a taste of her lips and her tears, a gentle kiss, building up a more intense one, until she drowned all her doubts into this passionate moment. His arms wrapped around her, she opened her eyes, most wonderful feelings inhabiting her heart, she looked at him, caressing his face. "I owe you the serenity that inhabits my heart from this day forward Lord John. I am afraid I've become addicted to those words and that look." She whispered. He opened his eyes, bringing her even closer to him, she blushed, realizing he had heard her, a smile on his face, he kissed her rosy cheek. "You will never get rid of me easy Ms. Krux. Or dare I say ... Lady Roxton?!?!?!" She smiled. "That has a nice ring to it." He looked at her amazed. "You would?!?!" "I would." She replied snuggling closer. |
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