Enslaving Waves
by Paradise
Laura sat in the coves, near the entrance to a cave she often went into. This island was so enslaving. The waves were the most beautiful she had ever laid eyes on, yet they kept her from her freedom. They bound her here. That was the trick of this beautiful place. Laura could have any diamonds, any quality of anything she desired, but it would be handed to her like she was a two year old. She never wanted anyone to hear her as she screamed. Her husband never looked at her. She was constantly yelling in her mind for anyone to look up and hear her and only one person did.
Stefan sometimes did.
Laura sat with her back against the wall of the cave, not inside it but at its entrance. She just breathed. She tried to breathe without the thought of them telling her to. Stavros was going to be back tomorrow, late tomorrow, but it was everything she could hope for to sleep anywhere but inside that house.
Helena didn’t care where Laura was, she probably hoped Laura was jumping off the cliffs by now. Even if Helena did care, she didn’t care enough to keep an eye on Laura the way she would had Stavros not married her. Helena would’ve killed her immediately then. She never let Laura have any control, she knew Laura could only leave this island without being alive, and certainly didn’t help Laura by unlocking the doors with the silverware or the medicine cabinet. However, Laura was welcome to go out in the waves and swim as far as she wanted, and if she never came back that would be one more thing off Helena’s shoulders.
And there was nothing Laura had ever wanted to grant Helena, except that.
But there were guards that assumed she would try and escape that way. The cliffs were less obvious, and somehow more comforting. She saw where she would end when she stood over the cliffs. The water was never a guarantee.
But Laura was all right at the moment. Just sitting here, trying very hard to breathe, completely exhausted. How exhausting it was to be a prisoner. How exhausting it was to sit there and let them take everything inside her. Helena with her words, Stavros with his obsession. But she was all right now, Stavros was gone for a day, Helena was somewhere nonexistent to Laura.
“Lasha?” he said, a little surprised to see her.
Laura looked up at the name given to her, and smiled with honest relief.
“Hi,” she said softly, standing up. She lit up when she looked at him, the only thing in the world she trusted. “I didn’t hear you. And I haven’t seen you all day.”
“I don’t like them anymore than you do,” he replied.
She smiled at him. “I know,” she said.
“Did my charming mother say anything to you?”
Laura nodded. “No. I didn’t see a lot of her either. If I stay out of her way, and her view, she doesn’t come looking for me much.”
He looked at her, she was twenty years old. She was a child, really. Still a child. At least a child in this world. She stayed so bright, she glowed but he knew and she knew that the glow would fade. How much of this island, of Stavros and Helena could she take? They wanted her here, he could go anywhere he damned well please. She couldn’t move without them being furious.
“I’m all right,” she said as if seeing his worry about her. “I’m okay. I told you that getting away always helps. I feel a little bit more relieved every minute I’m not there. And the only places where they haven’t found me are the places you showed me.”
He didn’t really intend to, but he brushed the back of his hand along her cheek. He then wondered if that was not the right thing to do. He had touched her before, but with everyday she changed a little, a little more overtaken by them, and maybe…he didn’t know.
Laura closed her eyes when he touched her, her mouth dropping open slightly as she placed her hand over his, pressing it against her face. She looked up at him with innocent eyes, asking him if he cared maybe.
Then with just their eyes, never words, they explained it all. Words were what the avoided as a way to believe they weren’t betraying anyone, including each other. She looked at his mouth and he kissed her. She welcomed him. She cupped his face in both her hands, holding him to her. The kisses were not delicate, but not because of him, she was the one inviting him, telling him that she was okay, that she wasn’t afraid, and more.
Her hands went from his face, to his shoulders and down his back, pulling him closer to her. He never pulled back, the opposite actually, she felt how much he wanted her when she touched his shoulders, how tense he was. She also felt him trying to be gentle, maybe not to frighten her, maybe because he knew that Stavros was anything but gentle, or maybe he thought she would say no.
Laura slowed down a little, certainly not stopping, but maybe giving him the chance to say no if he wanted to. But they both knew that neither of them wanted to stop. It was the impossible situation that they truly questioned.
His mouth hard against hers, his arms behind her, holding her. He protected her, he took care of her, yet it wasn’t pity. It was…what was it? She let him hold her, feeling so light, so alive, finally allowed to be herself. Not held down onto this island, but floating with a way to be inside passion, outside the prison. She tilted her head just a little, kissing him now as much as he kissed her, letting him inside her. She suckled on his lower lip, then opened her mouth a little to bring the rest of his mouth to her. Her eyes were closed, so overcome with the passion she felt with him. Overcome with so many feelings.
Laura’s hands trailed down the front of his torso, finding where his shirt met his pants, and lifted it with both of her hands, pushing it up his body. She did it quickly, she needed him now. He broke the kiss to help her rid him of his shirt, immediately coming back to her. Their kisses were loud, and slow. Stefan’s hands went to her shoulders, pushing the dress, just barely being able to peel it down her shoulders. His hand slipped down and held her bare back, feeling her skin.
While holding the back of her head, he kissed her forcefully and desperately, and they both lowered to the floor. In the process, Laura placed her hands on his shoulders to pull him over her once they reached the ground. Stefan held one arm beneath her neck, reaching around her, arching her back as he kissed her. He pulled her lips with his, lifting her head with his demanding lips.
He opened her mouth easily, delicately licking her lips while holding her face with his other hand. She reached for him, wanting him, responding to his kiss with everything she had. She pulled his body closer to hers with her arms, feeling the skin of his torso on top of her. He held her so protectively, making her feel safe yet free at the same time. Her long hair, flowed across his arms which were surrounding her. She moaned a little into his kiss, crushing her mouth against his, wanting more.
Stefan’s hand moved from her face down to her chest, pulling apart the front of her dress, revealing her breasts to the cool air. Still kissing her mouth, he touched her, and she moved her hand to his back, drawing him closer. He moved his lips from her mouth down to her neck, having to move her hair away. Lowering more, his mouth found her breasts, kissing them gently at first, then more insistently.
He cupped her right breast in his hand, his mouth enclosing over her nipple. His tongue probed it, encircled it as her breaths became irregular. Laura closed her eyes and for the first time in a long time, felt real passion. Something she had a choice in, something she wanted more than she could say. She savored it and felt the sparks travel through her from his touch, and for the first time since she’d been here, she needed.
She ached for him, feeling his need for her. Stefan was sucking intensely on her breast, his hand around her waist, pulling her body up towards him. He released his intense hold on her, placing feverish kisses along her chest. Pulling his mouth back to hers, Laura’s head fell back against the ground, her chin towards the sky allowing him to consume her in his arms. She let him, she trusted him, she wanted him.
“Stefan,” she whispered, her hands caressing the skin of his back.
While kissing her, she felt his hand slide along her stomach, reaching lower until he finally touched her between her thighs. She parted them slightly with no fear or any attempt to resist. And when he touched her she inhaled quickly. Stefan swooped down smothering her mouth, kissing her more demandingly than he had that evening, as he began to touch her more forcefully, drawing the passion up from within her.
The more he touched her, and the more she felt the need to breathe, the more incessantly he kissed her. If she moaned it was into his kiss, it was the kiss she also felt weakened by. He released her lips for a few seconds, falling down to her neck, he heard her breaths become louder, her sighs more intense, her body in his arms. He heard her say his name, asking him to hold her.
Stefan immediately returned to her, his lips coming down hard on hers. She returned the kiss, opening his mouth, her tongue colliding with his. As she grew closer, she paused in the kiss, tilting her head back as he held her lower lip slightly between his to feel his touch.
She then reached down to move his arm away from her, pressing her lips fully against his as she stopped him from touching her. She pushed him onto his side, going with him, kissing him. He needed her. He held her face in his hands, her lips ached by this point from his desperation.
“Stefan,” she breathed trying to get him to listen to her for a minute.
Would she stop now?
“Stefan, listen to me,” she said, he was breathing as hard as she was, she kissed him again briefly, yet deeply.
Her forehead touching his, their breaths meeting because of the very few inches between their mouths. She knew he heard her now.
“I don’t want it to be you giving to me,” she said softly, and a little sadly.
He understood that. He understood that she didn’t want him to just touch her and make her feel and then not make love to her. She didn’t want the pity. Not him giving to her and then not being with her. She wanted it to be for both of them, for it to be theirs, not hers because he felt sorry for her.
“Yes,” she whispered to him, leaning in.
Laura’s mouth grew closer to Stefan’s taking his mouth with hers again. He peeled the dress further down, pushing her back to the ground, holding her shoulders and her bare back in his hands as he placed himself on top of her. Keeping her with him as the desperation between them increased.
Laura’s mouth placed little kisses along his shoulder and torso, her fingers feeling his skin, flamed with the heat between them. He kissed her neck as she whispered his name, her hands on his strong arms, the arms that held her neck and back. He touched her and she breathed against him, enveloped in this moment, with him, where she wanted to be. They then heard a voice, and stopped, looking in the direction they heard the voice, but saw nothing.
“Mr. Cassadine has returned home early, Madame Cassadine,” a servant said to Helena.
“Wonderful, when will he be home?”
“The ship just docked.”
Laura and Stefan knew that no one saw or heard them, but they quickly got up. He grabbed his shirt and they ran behind another wall of trees. Laura buttoned up her dress, wiping her face of Stefan’s kisses, trying to rid herself of the unfinished passion so no one would know. He dressed himself, knowing this was as hard on her as him. She was trying to prepare herself for Stavros, seeing him again. Dealing with him again. Anger or obsession, Stavros was just as evil.
Laura did everything she could physically to make herself seem untouched, and she whispered to herself that it was okay. Stefan heard that, and wanted to reach out and help her. Was he making it worse by needing her? Laura looked past the trees towards the house, then back at him. She didn’t kiss him again, she couldn’t. Maybe someday they would have their chance, but this was one more time they were interrupted, and it killed her.
He looked at her with his own regret, she exhaled, and ran back. Stefan fell back slightly against the wall, wondering what he was doing, and what he should be doing. Would he ever get to hold her?
Laura tried to sleep, amazed at how she thought she could be in Stefan’s arms tonight when now she lied in her husband’s. He choked her with how tightly he held her. Her teeth clenched together in hatred. Stavros touched her and she didn’t feel sad, she felt fury. She felt ugly, more dirty than she’d ever felt in any time in her life. And he knew that, it made him powerful. How is that love, how is that a marriage, how is that not rape? But of course she could say nothing…only wait to escape, be alone or be with the only person she felt beautiful with. Not dirty, not a possession.
Laura closed her eyes and tried to sleep, not even attempting to imagine these were not Stavros’s arms around her. The way he held her, so hatefully, made it impossible to pretend it was anyone else.
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