Post by Lovely on Aug 2, 2010 2:17:38 GMT -5
August 15, Year 1
Andrea sat in the back pew of the church along with Tessa and a few of the other girls who had the nerve to show up there on Sunday mornings for the services. She was sucking on the tip of her finger as Gully gave his sermon, completely entranced as he spoke. After services she felt brave enough to approach him and express her feelings over the words he'd spoken. "My, my.. that was quite stimutaling... do you have a moment?"
Alex nudges him with an elbow and walks away... turning so Gully can see him behind her, giving her a 'once over' and nod of approval... deadly smile included to wish him luck as he turned and stepped out front to wait...
Gully watches him, glances to her and pretends not to follow Alex's suggestion, fighting his urge to look down to her knees and back. "I always have a moment... yes?"
"I.. I feel so silly.. but I had to tell you.. Your words.. when I hear you speak.. You move me.." She said softly. "You stir me.. it's like I'm filled with you." Her eyes closed and her hand fluttered over her chest. "Like your here, everywhere.. pumping and throbbing within me.. I feel like I could cry out, I could burst with the sensations.." Her chest heaves slightly with the emphasis. "I do so enjoy coming here.. " She opened her eyes and then shook her head. "You must think I am a stupid girl.. or too bold to tell you these things... but I can't help it.. the way I feel.."
Gulliver Carlisle stood silent, his brow slowly beading with the thin layer of shock or ... intrigue... that filled him as she spoke. Many times he'd received accolades and thanks for his words, but never quite as charged as hers. As motionless as his mouth, he stood, feeling the heat raise in his cheeks, certain he'd burn to ash where he stood, glancing only to the door where his brother had disappeared, hoping he'd return to chisel him out of petrification so he could respond. The memory of his need to breathe occassionally prompted the gasp that he was certain was an eternity after she'd finished, though it was directly on the tail of her words. "Thank you, miss...?"
"Andrea.. Lamore." She gently adjusted her skirts and gave him a warm smile. "and it is I who should thank you."
He made note of her name as it was offered, but continued in the formal manner. He looked toward the door again, hoping, but not seeing any of his brothers. He hadn't seen Patrick in the sermon at all this time. A gentle sigh rolled out with a grin. "Miss Lamore. Please excuse my manners. Why would you wish to thank me?"
Her eyes lit up and her smile brightened. "For filling me up every week the way you do." Her soft laugh followed and she explained further. "Miss Deneuve is the one who got me to attend.. but it was you, who got me to stay and keeps me coming."
He found the need to clear his throat lest he say what exactly came to mind. He knew Contessa watched over the girl and had seen her in town a few times, but the words, with his knowledge of her 'work' turned his thoughts in twists and bends he could scarcely manage to follow. His eyes were warm and dark, but bright like Alexander's, shimmering gently and his smile as warm. "Then my work receives its due reward Miss Lamore. I'm glad that you have found it in you... in your... heart... in your heart... to attend on your own."
She nodded, her smile as soft as she had been bold and her eyes shone with genuine warmth and admiration for the man, whom she came to listen to each week. "In my heart.." Her chuckle was as light as her blue green eyes. "I hadn't really considered it was my heart leading me here... but, perhaps you're right.. maybe it is." Her breath sighed out and she admitted. "Not one for letting my heart lead anywhere... the sort of life I have, there isn't room for trival things or heats fluttering, that lands you in nothing but trouble... though I reckon, if it is my heart that led me to you.. then I might be wanting to listen to what it has to say a little more often."
Listening... as he was, finding himself, still standing as if his feet were made of wood and plaster, shored up and solidly part of the fixtures. "Never trivial, dear girl. A fluttering heart is one filled with joy and caring. These are good things, hardly trivial."
She looked down, feeling as she rarely did.. ashamed.. ashamed to be what she was in the pressence of such a fine man. Normally a man of stature and refinement would bring her boldness out, as if begging her to tease and taunt. Though she did feel such urges around this man, it was not with the same malicious or rebellious intent. "Being.. what I am.. a fluttering heart.. leads to a whole lot of hurting... it's not wise to care about many, saves you from being hurt that much more... such attachments are known to end.. in heart ache."
Andrea sat in the back pew of the church along with Tessa and a few of the other girls who had the nerve to show up there on Sunday mornings for the services. She was sucking on the tip of her finger as Gully gave his sermon, completely entranced as he spoke. After services she felt brave enough to approach him and express her feelings over the words he'd spoken. "My, my.. that was quite stimutaling... do you have a moment?"
Alex nudges him with an elbow and walks away... turning so Gully can see him behind her, giving her a 'once over' and nod of approval... deadly smile included to wish him luck as he turned and stepped out front to wait...
Gully watches him, glances to her and pretends not to follow Alex's suggestion, fighting his urge to look down to her knees and back. "I always have a moment... yes?"
"I.. I feel so silly.. but I had to tell you.. Your words.. when I hear you speak.. You move me.." She said softly. "You stir me.. it's like I'm filled with you." Her eyes closed and her hand fluttered over her chest. "Like your here, everywhere.. pumping and throbbing within me.. I feel like I could cry out, I could burst with the sensations.." Her chest heaves slightly with the emphasis. "I do so enjoy coming here.. " She opened her eyes and then shook her head. "You must think I am a stupid girl.. or too bold to tell you these things... but I can't help it.. the way I feel.."
Gulliver Carlisle stood silent, his brow slowly beading with the thin layer of shock or ... intrigue... that filled him as she spoke. Many times he'd received accolades and thanks for his words, but never quite as charged as hers. As motionless as his mouth, he stood, feeling the heat raise in his cheeks, certain he'd burn to ash where he stood, glancing only to the door where his brother had disappeared, hoping he'd return to chisel him out of petrification so he could respond. The memory of his need to breathe occassionally prompted the gasp that he was certain was an eternity after she'd finished, though it was directly on the tail of her words. "Thank you, miss...?"
"Andrea.. Lamore." She gently adjusted her skirts and gave him a warm smile. "and it is I who should thank you."
He made note of her name as it was offered, but continued in the formal manner. He looked toward the door again, hoping, but not seeing any of his brothers. He hadn't seen Patrick in the sermon at all this time. A gentle sigh rolled out with a grin. "Miss Lamore. Please excuse my manners. Why would you wish to thank me?"
Her eyes lit up and her smile brightened. "For filling me up every week the way you do." Her soft laugh followed and she explained further. "Miss Deneuve is the one who got me to attend.. but it was you, who got me to stay and keeps me coming."
He found the need to clear his throat lest he say what exactly came to mind. He knew Contessa watched over the girl and had seen her in town a few times, but the words, with his knowledge of her 'work' turned his thoughts in twists and bends he could scarcely manage to follow. His eyes were warm and dark, but bright like Alexander's, shimmering gently and his smile as warm. "Then my work receives its due reward Miss Lamore. I'm glad that you have found it in you... in your... heart... in your heart... to attend on your own."
She nodded, her smile as soft as she had been bold and her eyes shone with genuine warmth and admiration for the man, whom she came to listen to each week. "In my heart.." Her chuckle was as light as her blue green eyes. "I hadn't really considered it was my heart leading me here... but, perhaps you're right.. maybe it is." Her breath sighed out and she admitted. "Not one for letting my heart lead anywhere... the sort of life I have, there isn't room for trival things or heats fluttering, that lands you in nothing but trouble... though I reckon, if it is my heart that led me to you.. then I might be wanting to listen to what it has to say a little more often."
Listening... as he was, finding himself, still standing as if his feet were made of wood and plaster, shored up and solidly part of the fixtures. "Never trivial, dear girl. A fluttering heart is one filled with joy and caring. These are good things, hardly trivial."
She looked down, feeling as she rarely did.. ashamed.. ashamed to be what she was in the pressence of such a fine man. Normally a man of stature and refinement would bring her boldness out, as if begging her to tease and taunt. Though she did feel such urges around this man, it was not with the same malicious or rebellious intent. "Being.. what I am.. a fluttering heart.. leads to a whole lot of hurting... it's not wise to care about many, saves you from being hurt that much more... such attachments are known to end.. in heart ache."