The Zephyr. 10.
Ben smiled at her. "You were going to say how happy you are?" He smiled at her again. She smiled back and he felt like he could breathe again. He didn't think he had been holding his breath, but it felt like it.
"Yes", she smiled, "I am." and her voice held surprise.
He laid her hand between his two hands and gently rubbed it. "I just need to touch you, to make myself believe you are real; that I really have you here, that it is not another dream." He looked down at her hand in his, small in his, and suddenly tightened his hand around hers. "Tell me."
"I am real, Ben. I am very real." She said it quietly, softly, for his ears only. She slipped her hand out of his and he let it go reluctantly. She reached up and touched his cheek with her fingertips. "I am very real." He closed his eyes at the touch on his cheek and stayed silent. She reached now with both hands and framed his face between her palms. "Ben, I am really here. You are really here. Open your eyes for me." He opened his eyes to see her staring intently in his eyes. He leaned forward a hair, not wanting to move from her touch.
"Ben, oh my, just... Ben." The last, his name, came out like a sigh, a whisper, a breath. And the dream was real; she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. She moved back a fraction, and whispered "I am here. You are here."
Then he kissed her. A kiss with hunger, a kiss with the despair and fear he had felt when she said goodbye, a kiss with the anticipation and with the excitement he had felt as he caught the train. A kiss with all the nervousness and all the questioning, a kiss with the longing he felt now. And a kiss with the heady feeling he had conquered whatever it was that was hurting her, and that he had won that battle.
The kiss stopped as they both stopped to breathe. He put his arms around her and she laid her head against his chest. The feel of her leaning against him, her hair on his cheek, was momentarily overwhelming. "Oh, this is a dream, and if it is, I don't want to wake up." he whispered against her head. "Caramel, I have dreamed of holding you like this."
"I know." she whispered back. And she looked up in his eyes. "I know, because I have dreamed it too." He clutched her closer again at that.
How long can a person stay motionless? In a dim row of seats? Arms around her, he sat without moving. Feelings he didn't want to analyze ran through him. It crossed his mind that he felt like a nineteen year old ~ all heat and excitement, while at the same time he felt his age, and didn't want to move, didn't want to lose this closeness he had waited for so long, and that he had thought was lost to him.
"Is everything all right?" The voice of the Car Attendant came impinging on Caramel's ears. She looked up at the attendant, well, at his form. Her eyes seemed to be full of tears. No wonder the attendant was asking. She was crying, even though she hadn't realized it until now.
"Yes, everything is beautiful, " she assured him, and she smiled. "The gentleman is sitting with me."
"Very good," the attendant said dryly, "have a good evening." And he left.
Caramel reached up to brush her face free of tears. Ben caught her hand. "Tears?" he asked, his eyes forming the question as well.
"Just surprised, happy ones," she answered, smiling at him with rather watery eyes. "I didn't even know I was crying."
She made as if to move her hand again, but he held it fast. "Then let me, happy tears must taste of good things." And he moved closer, and began to lick the tears off her face, one by one. She caught her breath each time he licked a tear off her face. And each time, a small sound like a sigh, a small "oh", escaped her. Each time she sighed, she felt his hands squeeze slightly, clasping her, like an involuntary flexing of his hands. When the tears were gone, he moved back a bit and whispered/said her name, "Caramel," just that and nothing more. He stared down at her, and she felt him drinking her in.
Ben moved back a bit more, straightened a tad, and put his shoulders against the seat. He looked forward in the car, and said quietly, "Caramel, if you keep looking at me like that, that way, we will have to find a room." She made that small noise again, and his head turned to look at her. "Caramel! Dear God, there is nothing I want more at this moment than to make love to you. But there is no where to go. So unless you want to shock these people, sit back, my love, and rest your head here on my arm, and sleep a while. At least until our next stop. You are tired, I am tired, and damn it, there is no where to go!" He closed his eyes to shut out the look on her face, the look in her eyes. It might well take more control than he had not to make love to her right here. He thought of doing just that under his blanket, and the vision flashed through his mind. He groaned and tried to find a comfortable position to sit.
"Yes, Ben." came the quiet reply. There was a chuckle in that voice, he would swear it. She laid her head on his shoulder as he moved his arm around her more comfortably. "But this is on hold, not done." and this time he heard the chuckle, and his hand tightened again briefly at those words.
"Be good," he growled quietly, "or..."
"I will. " came the low, laughing reply.
"Yes", she smiled, "I am." and her voice held surprise.
He laid her hand between his two hands and gently rubbed it. "I just need to touch you, to make myself believe you are real; that I really have you here, that it is not another dream." He looked down at her hand in his, small in his, and suddenly tightened his hand around hers. "Tell me."
"I am real, Ben. I am very real." She said it quietly, softly, for his ears only. She slipped her hand out of his and he let it go reluctantly. She reached up and touched his cheek with her fingertips. "I am very real." He closed his eyes at the touch on his cheek and stayed silent. She reached now with both hands and framed his face between her palms. "Ben, I am really here. You are really here. Open your eyes for me." He opened his eyes to see her staring intently in his eyes. He leaned forward a hair, not wanting to move from her touch.
"Ben, oh my, just... Ben." The last, his name, came out like a sigh, a whisper, a breath. And the dream was real; she leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. She moved back a fraction, and whispered "I am here. You are here."
Then he kissed her. A kiss with hunger, a kiss with the despair and fear he had felt when she said goodbye, a kiss with the anticipation and with the excitement he had felt as he caught the train. A kiss with all the nervousness and all the questioning, a kiss with the longing he felt now. And a kiss with the heady feeling he had conquered whatever it was that was hurting her, and that he had won that battle.
The kiss stopped as they both stopped to breathe. He put his arms around her and she laid her head against his chest. The feel of her leaning against him, her hair on his cheek, was momentarily overwhelming. "Oh, this is a dream, and if it is, I don't want to wake up." he whispered against her head. "Caramel, I have dreamed of holding you like this."
"I know." she whispered back. And she looked up in his eyes. "I know, because I have dreamed it too." He clutched her closer again at that.
How long can a person stay motionless? In a dim row of seats? Arms around her, he sat without moving. Feelings he didn't want to analyze ran through him. It crossed his mind that he felt like a nineteen year old ~ all heat and excitement, while at the same time he felt his age, and didn't want to move, didn't want to lose this closeness he had waited for so long, and that he had thought was lost to him.
"Is everything all right?" The voice of the Car Attendant came impinging on Caramel's ears. She looked up at the attendant, well, at his form. Her eyes seemed to be full of tears. No wonder the attendant was asking. She was crying, even though she hadn't realized it until now.
"Yes, everything is beautiful, " she assured him, and she smiled. "The gentleman is sitting with me."
"Very good," the attendant said dryly, "have a good evening." And he left.
Caramel reached up to brush her face free of tears. Ben caught her hand. "Tears?" he asked, his eyes forming the question as well.
"Just surprised, happy ones," she answered, smiling at him with rather watery eyes. "I didn't even know I was crying."
She made as if to move her hand again, but he held it fast. "Then let me, happy tears must taste of good things." And he moved closer, and began to lick the tears off her face, one by one. She caught her breath each time he licked a tear off her face. And each time, a small sound like a sigh, a small "oh", escaped her. Each time she sighed, she felt his hands squeeze slightly, clasping her, like an involuntary flexing of his hands. When the tears were gone, he moved back a bit and whispered/said her name, "Caramel," just that and nothing more. He stared down at her, and she felt him drinking her in.
Ben moved back a bit more, straightened a tad, and put his shoulders against the seat. He looked forward in the car, and said quietly, "Caramel, if you keep looking at me like that, that way, we will have to find a room." She made that small noise again, and his head turned to look at her. "Caramel! Dear God, there is nothing I want more at this moment than to make love to you. But there is no where to go. So unless you want to shock these people, sit back, my love, and rest your head here on my arm, and sleep a while. At least until our next stop. You are tired, I am tired, and damn it, there is no where to go!" He closed his eyes to shut out the look on her face, the look in her eyes. It might well take more control than he had not to make love to her right here. He thought of doing just that under his blanket, and the vision flashed through his mind. He groaned and tried to find a comfortable position to sit.
"Yes, Ben." came the quiet reply. There was a chuckle in that voice, he would swear it. She laid her head on his shoulder as he moved his arm around her more comfortably. "But this is on hold, not done." and this time he heard the chuckle, and his hand tightened again briefly at those words.
"Be good," he growled quietly, "or..."
"I will. " came the low, laughing reply.
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