Thread: Southern Girl [ Ariamella & Reydan ]

RE Southern Girl Ariamella Reydan Friends? Lucy wanted to ask, more than a little confused by his words. Did they not resent him? But before she could open her mouth, the doors behind them opened in a rush and she felt a firm object catch on her bundles of dress. It knocked her forward, making her elicit a quiet oomph! and grasp at Virgil's arms in front of her as she tried, and failed, at steadying herself. Instead she went tumbling forward, her face falling into his chest and her small frame pressing against him. She froze as the sensations enveloped her the familiar feel of lean muscle underneath the suit, the fresh scent that could only be described as 'cotton and Virgil,' and the feel of his warm arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Maybe it was their past history. Maybe it was the nearness of their bodies. Maybe it was some urge to be with him that had been suppressed over the years he was gone. But whatever it was, it triggered not a second after the fall and Lucy melted into Virgil like she had done so many times before, her small hands tugging the fabric below his shoulders. There was something so natural about the action and, for the first time, she felt as if she had finally found a piece of home in New York. It never crossed her mind that Virgil was a married man, that his wife was her cousin, that this was extremely inappropriate behavior for a unmarried lady, or that Mr. Greggs was just beyond the barrier of wood. No, what did cross her mind was the feeling of satisfaction that coursed through her entire body. Lucy flashed her blue gaze upwards to meet his eyes, her own orbs wide and shining with shielded emotion. He carried the same shocked expression as she, but she knew him well enough to tell that he was comfortable all the same. A million thoughts ran through her head, all fighting to come out, and she simply stared up at her former love with searching eyes and her mouth slightly ajar from the lack of words. But they both seemed to connect with each other despite the silence. I never stopped waiting for you to come to me, he said just a moment later. I wanted you so badly Lucy. Needed you. Don't think you were alone in yearning. I still.... Virgil was cut off by the sound of the moving door, and he gently pushed the blonde upright, loosening her grip on him and allowing her hands to slide off his coat sleeves. Startled, Lucy jerked backwards and ran her hands over the skirts of her dress, smoothing them down in nervous movement. Greggs was shaking his head and offering apology, but Lucy only vaguely nodded, her mind and gaze dead set on the sandy-haired man still in front of her. More specifically, she couldn't shake the words out of her head. Those were words that she wanted to hear the past 5 years, yet when they were finally said, she could hardly believe it! The moment had gone by so quickly had she imagined it? No... definitely not. There was no mistaking the sincerity of his tone, and she wanted to respond accordingly by pressing herself to him and pulling his head down to hers in passionate embrace. But there was still one thing to settle his last phrase. I still... He still...what? Wanted her? Needed her? Loved her? She needed to know. Thank you, Lucy smiled at Greggs, flashing him and Virgil a grin of pure radiance. It was hardly any trouble at all. Mr Abernathy and yourself must have a very strict schedule to follow, and having me here likely disrupted that schedule. This is a very lovely factory, and I'm sure Union Boot and Shoe Company is flourishing under your care. Admittedly, this is different from where I'm from, but it is interesting all the same. Now pardon me, gentlemen... I'll just step outside for some fresh air... She stepped through the set of doors that led back from where they came and started walking away from the factory floor. Of course, her intention never was to go outside, but instead to find an area where she could converse with Virgil without Greggs present. She had always been one to decide things and go off by herself, and, if Virgil was anything like he had been before he left, he was the type to follow her. At least, that's what Lucy was hoping for as she turned into a silent hallway where the muffled sounds of factory workers could barely be heard. At the end of the hallway was a room that was slightly ajar, and upon pushing it wide open she could only presume it was an office belonging to either Virgil or Harold. The decor was fairly simple an oak desk sat in the center of the room with a chair on the far end behind it. A tall bookcase with various items was situated on the left of the room, and a window on the right looked out the busy New York streets. Lucy strode to the window and peered out at the industrial North, feeling slightly pleased with herself. Then with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, as part of what she always did, she counted the seconds until Virgil approached her.