Thread: Hot Sex on the Range (Prince & LingeringDesire)

Her soft smile fell, she was near tears. Her hands gripped the kettle, it shook as she turned her head to stare into the small, low flames. It was happening... she bit her lower lip and avoided his gaze. His helpless and pitiful gaze on her. It was so full of sorrow and of nothing more than a friendliness toward her. She closed her eyes, the tears dripped slowly over her cheeks and splashed along the stiff brown fabric of her traveling dress. What was she going to do? ...show me the letters... hearing his boots shuffle across the floor she dabbed at her face quickly, the last thing he'd want is a helpless female. Her face turned to his, he was so handsome and they were so close. Katie wanted to run her fingers over his jaw, feel his whiskers against her palm and press her lips right to his and make him see her, truly see her. Biting her lip she could only stare at him while her heart beat erratically behind her breasts. She looked at the tea kettle and then to him, she wasn't so sure. After all it was a woman's job and not a man's. Finally with a soft sigh she stood and wiped her hand along her skirts to straighten them before going to her bag on the table. Katie knew right where they were but it was now a question of which one. Her fingers riffled through the papers she kept bound together with twine. Each sealed in it's envelope. She ran her fingers over the stiff writing of her name on the outside of the one she loved the best. It's envelope was gray because of so much handling. Sitting in the rocker she shook the parchment out and began reading in her emotion filled voice. November 7th... My dearest Katie, As I sit at my table tonight I am filled with an ache in my heart. I know that you must feel it as well, at least, I hope you do. The harvest is finished in town, the barn celebration was tonight. If only you could have seen my hands gallivanting around and showing off for all the pretty ladies. Were you here I'd have done the same, but only for your eyes. The ache in my heart is because it is my hope by this time next year you will be within my home. Your feet on my land and your body against mine. Perhaps by the time the harvest is through next year your womb will be swollen with my child... our child. I do so love the thought of you with child. My coming home to your smiling, lovely face each night. If only it were a possibility now. However, being the late time of season when we had met I know it is not possible. but soon my dove, soon I shall have you within arms reach and I shall never let you go. My heart beats your name with every passing second and my body longs... My sweet , sweet Katherine. Please, say you will be mine and marry me before coming out in the spring. It would do my heart good to know how you've pledged yourself to me... Katie couldn't read much more than this line. The idea of the man that wrote it not being the same as the one that stood before her now tore at her heart. You... you officially asked me to marry you, it's my favorite letter. The words on the page blurred, she couldn't even look up at him. How could you do this... sign it each time, with all my heart... I love you. Your Zach. She threw the letter at him and rushed to the porch for some air. Her heart shattered as she sunk to her rump on the wooden slats, her hands in her face as she sobbed. Katie loved him, this man that wrote to her. This man that wanted her, no one had ever wanted her and it seemed the truth was coming out that even now she STILL wasn't wanted. Katherine stilled in her sobbing, this may not have wanted her but he still needed her, she'd seen the look of his house. Perhaps he would give her room and board if she cleaned and kept up his place. This rational thinking was calming and it had her thinking that perhaps she'd make it. It would be hard since she was in love with him... but perhaps he could learn to love her, again. With tears streaming down over the apples of her cheeks she felt the sun on her face and a warmth in her heart, she would get through this, eventually.