The hydracropsychic effect
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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852
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Longing is so painful.
~Longing is so painful~Chap.6
Annie awoke to the sound of Laurent rummaging about for his clothing. It took her a moment to register the events of last night. Was he going to leave without telling her? Her pulse sped up. Suddenly she was terrified. She didn't want him to leave but at the moment her courage of the previous night had left her once again a frightened and confused adolescent. What on earth could she say to him? She didn't even know him! She just felt as though she did. She had to admit letting a strange man into her house had not been one of the wisest choices shed ever made.
Her rational self told her to remain still and just let him leave, but then she remembered his somber face, his sorrowful eyes, his helpless tears and she felt a strange sensation in her chest. She tried to put a name to it. What had her friend Elizabeth called it? This tight, breathless feeling you get in your chest in the presence of some men? She had never been able to fully comprehend those whispered descriptions of a love her friends had told her was beyond a girl like her. She turned over slowly towards the door, where he stood fastening his pants. She could still smell him on her pillows. He turned around and she closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.
She couldn't bare the thought of him leaving after their intimate moment last night, but she could bear even less the apologies, the excuses she was expecting. She felt the mattress shift under his weight as he sat down beside her on the bed. She didn't hear or feel anything after that. She concentrated on keeping her breaths steady and even so as not to give herself away. What the hell is he doing? Her mind screamed. Is he just staring at me? A terrible thought brushed her mind, and her mouth filled with sour tasting saliva. Rape. Murder. God what had she been thinking?
Then suddenly she felt his warm hand on her forehead, caressing her cheek, her jaw line, and her chin. She could feel his warm breath on her face. She tensed and waited for..but then he rose again. She wasn't sure what she had been waiting for, a soft farewell, a kiss, a stinging blow? "Goodbye Baby," and then he was gone from her side. As she heard his footsteps disappear into the hallway the swirling sands of her mind revealed a single word. Longing. That's what this feeling was wasn't it?
She threw back the covers and hurried after him. She caught him with his hand on the doorknob. He had been about to leave her the unfeeling bastard! Men were all the same. She seethed with anger, and beneath the rage her ego was badly bruised. She wanted to yell, insult him, throw things and the sincerity of her rage surprised her. It took mere seconds for all these thoughts to pass through her mind and then it was gone just as quickly as it had come.
He gave her a crooked smile. "Oh, your awake?" He asked sarcastically. He had known she was awake. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice sounding utterly calm. His smile faded, he winced and closed his eyes as if trying to hide from her. The immaturity of this unselfconscious gesture amused her and she felt herself smiling. She drew closer and took his hand in hers. "Open your eyes" she whispered. He obeyed. Yet his eyes were directed at the floor and he would not meet her gaze. "I don't know" he finally replied.
Then he did look at her, his expression was intense. She felt that burning sensation in her chest again as their gazes locked and he drew infinitesimally closer. His nose grazed hers and she felt as if her chest would explode. Yes, kiss me, her mind sighed. The thought caught her totally unawares. Before she could stop herself she jerked away from him, panicked. The passion in his eyes dulled instantly and his cheeks pinkend slightly.
"My parents wont be getting home till much later, you can stay until you find a place to go." He sighed and looked around helplessly. "Why can't you go home?" she asked gently. His reaction was what she had expected. He stiffened visibly. "Don't ask me that." His voice had a pleading note to it. "Well I've got to know something about you. This isn't something I usually do you know. I don't randomly let strange men into my house, hoping for a good fuck or something! If that's what you want from me you can get out." She said icily. This statement wasn't entirely true, last night she had been ready and willing for his touch. She tried to calm down.
"Look, I know your in some sort of trouble, something dangerous," here she paused and gestured at his black eye " I can see you don't want to talk about it, but I want you to be honest with me about everything else." He nodded and walked into the living room where he promptly seated himself on the couch. "Would you like a drink?" she asked. The manners her mother had taught her surfaced at odd times. "Sure, what do you have in terms of something stronger?\" \"Wine," she replied, "White." "That will be fine thank you." She hurried into the kitchen and poured him a drink in one of her parents fine crystal goblets.
He accepted it appreciatively and to her surprise he took it in delicate sips instead of huge draughts like her father sometimes did. "Don't you think it's strange?" he began. "What exactly?" she asked sitting across from him. "Out of all the nights, all the places, in this town and we both chose exactly the same spot to end it. It's kind of ironic when you think about it. The lake is such a peaceful place, you would never imagine it could be used for darker purposes." "I suppose there's just something about water, something programmed into our instincts, that it's safe. Water provides life, it only seems fitting that in the end it should take that life back."
She was taken aback by this sudden openness, but she managed a small smile, and she nodded. "Perhaps we were destined to meet!" she intoned in a deep voice "Do you believe in destiny?" he asked sounding amused. "Of course I do. Everything that happens, happens for a reason and all that. Or so I tell myself." "If that's what you believe why did you try to take fate into your own hands?" he asked simply. She looked at him and he gave her that wolfish smile, she recognized as one of his normal expressions when he wasn't depressed.
"Alright maybe I don't know what I believe." She felt a little embarrassed. He knew her better than she knew herself. She decided to try to change the subject. "I wanted to apologize for last night, for breaking down like that. I hope I didn't keep you awake. Did you sleep well?" It was silent for a moment. So they were both afraid to mention last night. That would mean owning up to confessions, which might have some very serious consequences. But then he smiled again. "I got enough. You talk in your sleep. Did you know that?" She began laughing " Oh god no! What did I say?" "You told me about your family, your friend Elizabeth, you told me you were sad. You asked me to do things for you."
His eyes fell to the carpet and he seemed suddenly fascinated with his shoes. "I must have been having some pretty crazy dreams." She said lightly. "Annie you said something else last night, while you were awake. Do you remember what it was?" He looked up and his fringe fell into his face, concealing his eager expression. Her mouth went dry and she struggled to form words. "Yes, I remember. I told you..that I was falling in love with you." He nodded slowly. "And do you remember what I said in return?" She squirmed uncomfortably. Then he reached across and placed his hand heavily on her thigh preventing her from squirming any longer.
If anyone else had made such a gesture she would have been infuriated but with him, it seemed only natural. "I know you should probably throw me out for saying this. I'm a total stranger to you, and you to me, last night you were in a vulnerable state and I shouldn't have taken anything that happened to heart. But Annie I love you, I do. You just have to give me a chance to show you who I really am. Will you do that, please? You'll love who I become, I know you will." What she didn't want to admit was she loved him for who he was already.
"Yes Laurent, I think I do love you. This feeling is so new to me. It feels so right that it hurts, and I may get scared. I may panic and try to pull away, like before. You mustn't let me, give me everything you have to give, take everything I offer you." She moved closer to him and straddled him. "I want to belong to you," she whispered into his ear. His breathing hitched and became heavier. The wine glass fell from his hand; thankfully he had already emptied it. Good, maybe now he'd be able to relax a little more.
She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel his pulse racing. She began to stroke his face in the same manner that he had stroked hers earlier that morning. She saw his eyes light up with recognition. Then she rested her head where her hand had been. "Your heart is pounding." She whispered. His reply was almost too soft to be heard, "So is yours."
He shifted away from her and spread out upon the couch. "Come here" he growled, extending his hand. She lay down on top of him and looked down into his face. Once again she could feel his warm breath. She lowered her head but had to stop. She couldn't bring herself to touch him. Then he lifted his head, and slowly, gently, he captured her lips in his own.
His mouth was incredibly hot and although it was only a chaste kiss she couldn't help but moan. She closed her eyes. Then he moved to deepen the kiss, and she let her hand wander down his broad back and let it rest beneath the waistband of his pants. His tongue was moist and demanding and the taste of him was driving her out of her mind. His hand crept up her shirt and he stroked her belly gently with his fingertips. When he broke the kiss they were both panting heavily.
"Are you alright?" he asked, cupping her cheek. "Yeah, I'm fine. Shit Laurent that felt so good. No one has ever had this effect on me. I'm afraid I wont be able to give you what you want." He smirked. "Virgin?" She winked at him. "Of course! I'm only 17 after all." He laughed softly, and it was infectious, causing her to smile. "Laurent I know I asked for all you had to offer me, please tell me there's more of that coming." He kissed her gently savoring the taste of her. . "Of course Love, of course."
Annie awoke to the sound of Laurent rummaging about for his clothing. It took her a moment to register the events of last night. Was he going to leave without telling her? Her pulse sped up. Suddenly she was terrified. She didn't want him to leave but at the moment her courage of the previous night had left her once again a frightened and confused adolescent. What on earth could she say to him? She didn't even know him! She just felt as though she did. She had to admit letting a strange man into her house had not been one of the wisest choices shed ever made.
Her rational self told her to remain still and just let him leave, but then she remembered his somber face, his sorrowful eyes, his helpless tears and she felt a strange sensation in her chest. She tried to put a name to it. What had her friend Elizabeth called it? This tight, breathless feeling you get in your chest in the presence of some men? She had never been able to fully comprehend those whispered descriptions of a love her friends had told her was beyond a girl like her. She turned over slowly towards the door, where he stood fastening his pants. She could still smell him on her pillows. He turned around and she closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.
She couldn't bare the thought of him leaving after their intimate moment last night, but she could bear even less the apologies, the excuses she was expecting. She felt the mattress shift under his weight as he sat down beside her on the bed. She didn't hear or feel anything after that. She concentrated on keeping her breaths steady and even so as not to give herself away. What the hell is he doing? Her mind screamed. Is he just staring at me? A terrible thought brushed her mind, and her mouth filled with sour tasting saliva. Rape. Murder. God what had she been thinking?
Then suddenly she felt his warm hand on her forehead, caressing her cheek, her jaw line, and her chin. She could feel his warm breath on her face. She tensed and waited for..but then he rose again. She wasn't sure what she had been waiting for, a soft farewell, a kiss, a stinging blow? "Goodbye Baby," and then he was gone from her side. As she heard his footsteps disappear into the hallway the swirling sands of her mind revealed a single word. Longing. That's what this feeling was wasn't it?
She threw back the covers and hurried after him. She caught him with his hand on the doorknob. He had been about to leave her the unfeeling bastard! Men were all the same. She seethed with anger, and beneath the rage her ego was badly bruised. She wanted to yell, insult him, throw things and the sincerity of her rage surprised her. It took mere seconds for all these thoughts to pass through her mind and then it was gone just as quickly as it had come.
He gave her a crooked smile. "Oh, your awake?" He asked sarcastically. He had known she was awake. "Where are you going?" she asked, her voice sounding utterly calm. His smile faded, he winced and closed his eyes as if trying to hide from her. The immaturity of this unselfconscious gesture amused her and she felt herself smiling. She drew closer and took his hand in hers. "Open your eyes" she whispered. He obeyed. Yet his eyes were directed at the floor and he would not meet her gaze. "I don't know" he finally replied.
Then he did look at her, his expression was intense. She felt that burning sensation in her chest again as their gazes locked and he drew infinitesimally closer. His nose grazed hers and she felt as if her chest would explode. Yes, kiss me, her mind sighed. The thought caught her totally unawares. Before she could stop herself she jerked away from him, panicked. The passion in his eyes dulled instantly and his cheeks pinkend slightly.
"My parents wont be getting home till much later, you can stay until you find a place to go." He sighed and looked around helplessly. "Why can't you go home?" she asked gently. His reaction was what she had expected. He stiffened visibly. "Don't ask me that." His voice had a pleading note to it. "Well I've got to know something about you. This isn't something I usually do you know. I don't randomly let strange men into my house, hoping for a good fuck or something! If that's what you want from me you can get out." She said icily. This statement wasn't entirely true, last night she had been ready and willing for his touch. She tried to calm down.
"Look, I know your in some sort of trouble, something dangerous," here she paused and gestured at his black eye " I can see you don't want to talk about it, but I want you to be honest with me about everything else." He nodded and walked into the living room where he promptly seated himself on the couch. "Would you like a drink?" she asked. The manners her mother had taught her surfaced at odd times. "Sure, what do you have in terms of something stronger?\" \"Wine," she replied, "White." "That will be fine thank you." She hurried into the kitchen and poured him a drink in one of her parents fine crystal goblets.
He accepted it appreciatively and to her surprise he took it in delicate sips instead of huge draughts like her father sometimes did. "Don't you think it's strange?" he began. "What exactly?" she asked sitting across from him. "Out of all the nights, all the places, in this town and we both chose exactly the same spot to end it. It's kind of ironic when you think about it. The lake is such a peaceful place, you would never imagine it could be used for darker purposes." "I suppose there's just something about water, something programmed into our instincts, that it's safe. Water provides life, it only seems fitting that in the end it should take that life back."
She was taken aback by this sudden openness, but she managed a small smile, and she nodded. "Perhaps we were destined to meet!" she intoned in a deep voice "Do you believe in destiny?" he asked sounding amused. "Of course I do. Everything that happens, happens for a reason and all that. Or so I tell myself." "If that's what you believe why did you try to take fate into your own hands?" he asked simply. She looked at him and he gave her that wolfish smile, she recognized as one of his normal expressions when he wasn't depressed.
"Alright maybe I don't know what I believe." She felt a little embarrassed. He knew her better than she knew herself. She decided to try to change the subject. "I wanted to apologize for last night, for breaking down like that. I hope I didn't keep you awake. Did you sleep well?" It was silent for a moment. So they were both afraid to mention last night. That would mean owning up to confessions, which might have some very serious consequences. But then he smiled again. "I got enough. You talk in your sleep. Did you know that?" She began laughing " Oh god no! What did I say?" "You told me about your family, your friend Elizabeth, you told me you were sad. You asked me to do things for you."
His eyes fell to the carpet and he seemed suddenly fascinated with his shoes. "I must have been having some pretty crazy dreams." She said lightly. "Annie you said something else last night, while you were awake. Do you remember what it was?" He looked up and his fringe fell into his face, concealing his eager expression. Her mouth went dry and she struggled to form words. "Yes, I remember. I told you..that I was falling in love with you." He nodded slowly. "And do you remember what I said in return?" She squirmed uncomfortably. Then he reached across and placed his hand heavily on her thigh preventing her from squirming any longer.
If anyone else had made such a gesture she would have been infuriated but with him, it seemed only natural. "I know you should probably throw me out for saying this. I'm a total stranger to you, and you to me, last night you were in a vulnerable state and I shouldn't have taken anything that happened to heart. But Annie I love you, I do. You just have to give me a chance to show you who I really am. Will you do that, please? You'll love who I become, I know you will." What she didn't want to admit was she loved him for who he was already.
"Yes Laurent, I think I do love you. This feeling is so new to me. It feels so right that it hurts, and I may get scared. I may panic and try to pull away, like before. You mustn't let me, give me everything you have to give, take everything I offer you." She moved closer to him and straddled him. "I want to belong to you," she whispered into his ear. His breathing hitched and became heavier. The wine glass fell from his hand; thankfully he had already emptied it. Good, maybe now he'd be able to relax a little more.
She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel his pulse racing. She began to stroke his face in the same manner that he had stroked hers earlier that morning. She saw his eyes light up with recognition. Then she rested her head where her hand had been. "Your heart is pounding." She whispered. His reply was almost too soft to be heard, "So is yours."
He shifted away from her and spread out upon the couch. "Come here" he growled, extending his hand. She lay down on top of him and looked down into his face. Once again she could feel his warm breath. She lowered her head but had to stop. She couldn't bring herself to touch him. Then he lifted his head, and slowly, gently, he captured her lips in his own.
His mouth was incredibly hot and although it was only a chaste kiss she couldn't help but moan. She closed her eyes. Then he moved to deepen the kiss, and she let her hand wander down his broad back and let it rest beneath the waistband of his pants. His tongue was moist and demanding and the taste of him was driving her out of her mind. His hand crept up her shirt and he stroked her belly gently with his fingertips. When he broke the kiss they were both panting heavily.
"Are you alright?" he asked, cupping her cheek. "Yeah, I'm fine. Shit Laurent that felt so good. No one has ever had this effect on me. I'm afraid I wont be able to give you what you want." He smirked. "Virgin?" She winked at him. "Of course! I'm only 17 after all." He laughed softly, and it was infectious, causing her to smile. "Laurent I know I asked for all you had to offer me, please tell me there's more of that coming." He kissed her gently savoring the taste of her. . "Of course Love, of course."