Healing A Soul
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+S to Z › Trinity Blood
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,447
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Trinity Blood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Ok, so thanks for reviewing people! I really appreciate it, especially since I had a really shitty weekend... ever feel violent? Well I did! Work blows, but gotta work to live you know. Anyway hope you guys enjoy and I will stop complaining about life to you guys. This is mostly Nora's POV, just so you can get to know her a bit more. Enjoy!
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His lips were warm and soft upon hers, everything she had ever expected and more. This man that held her was amazing, and she had almost lost him. Nora had never expected to ever find someone like Hugue, but somehow she was found privileged enough in the eyes of a higher power to be thrown in his path.
It sure as hell hadn’t been easy, but then again nothing in her life ever had been. Why should it start now?
A romantic relationship would definitely be frowned upon at the Vatican, but she didn’t give a damn. Her vows had never been real to her, and Caterina knew that. If anything she only gave herself over to the church as penance to the Cardinal for past behavior. The only person she was apologizing to was Caterina herself, no one else.
Slowly she felt his lips leave hers, trailing to her neck, his tongue sliding along the cuts made by the Methuselah earlier that evening. A quiet moan escaped her at the warmth in his touch. Reverently he caressed her neck with his mouth, almost as if he were seeking to heal the damage that had been caused.
She never knew anyone like Hugue, and she had always doubted she would ever be lucky enough to know someone like him. To any ordinary person he appeared quiet and reserved, but to her he was one in the same. A troubled wandering soul, and although hers had healed through time, his hadn’t.
Immediately she had felt a strong connection to him, always volunteering to stand by his side, and somehow Caterina had been blind enough to allow it. Perhaps it was because others were weary of Sword Dancer, or perhaps it was because she was just relieved to have someone willingly work with him. Suspicion should’ve been raised by now, but Caterina didn’t let on to anything she may or may not suspect. Thankfully… because now this was happening.
Ever since they first worked together she had tried desperately to get to know him, which was no easy task, but slowly over the past few months he let her in. Of course sometimes she had to get hurt in order for that to happen. Not that she would ever tell him that, perhaps he would think it ridiculous of her. Yes she had on occasion been reckless and had thrown herself in harms way so that he would have to take care of her, to touch her.
She even welcomed him scolding her because that meant she could hear his voice. He hardly spoke, but that simple act from him was enough to make her melt. Sometimes she ached to hear him utter one simple word.
She was lost in him, and it frightened her, and all at the same time it thrilled her too. Something inside of her longed to fill the void Hugue felt within himself. She longed to erase all of the pain he felt inside and replace it with whatever he asked of her. She knew it was all in vain, but if he asked her to, she would do her best to comply with his wishes.
Her mind was beginning to cloud over as she felt his large hands slide his pants off of her body. His eyes gazed down upon her questioningly and all she could offer was a sheepish apology.
“That’s ok, I’ll forgive you this time.” He murmured against her hair as he slid his hands along her legs and inside of her nightshirt, cupping her bottom and pulling her against his body. She had so much to say to him but her thoughts were becoming less coherent as she felt his hands touch the bare skin of her back. His hands were soft and warm against her, pulling a soft moan from her lips at the contact. Painfully slow he explored her back with his hands as his lips continued to explore her neck, trailing down to her shoulders.
A soft cry was ripped from her mouth as his hands slipped from her back around her body to rub up the front of her stomach making her muscles quiver under his touch. His mouth descended to her collar bone, suckling upon the skin there as his hands slid up fully to cup under her full breasts, holding them gently in the palm, his skin warm against her own.
Everything was happening so fast, she couldn’t get her bearings. It felt as if the room was spinning. His hands, his mouth, his body, every inch of him was overwhelming her senses. She felt as if she would pass out if he touched her much longer. There were things she needed to say to him, things she had to say.
She needed him to know that she didn’t think he was a monster, that she would stand beside him no matter what he did. Nothing he could do would ever make her stray from his side. She had to tell him these things, she had to make him understand that she too had experienced pain, that she too had thirsted for revenge, that she too had once been bitter. She desperately yearned to tell him he wasn’t alone and he didn’t have to ever be alone again. She had to tell him that…
“Hugue…” She rasped, threading her fingers into his heavy mass of hair, grasping onto his head for dear life. She felt as though she would collapse under the weight of his passion and the weight of her thoughts. Everything had happened so quickly, and there was still so much to say.
His hands left her breasts, one sliding to her back, holding her flush against him, the other coming out of her nightshirt to rest upon her cheek. He cradled her face gently as he gazed down into her eyes waiting for her to say what she needed to.
Everything was there for her to see. His emotions, his vulnerability, the questions she needed answered. Everything was there, burning deep within his eyes. She felt as if she would drown in them, and perhaps she would be lost to their depths, but it mattered not as she felt him pull her closer, begging for a kiss from her swollen lips.
Tenderly, just as before he pressed his mouth to hers. Slowly sliding his tongue within her mouth, calming the fire he created, but not putting it out. His kiss was slow and sensual, like he was learning her in detail.
All of her words left her with that kiss, he didn’t need them. He needed her. Her body and her submission to him would be testimony enough to what he needed. She still needed to say one thing to him however, words she needed to say for herself, words she needed him to hear. Words that could heal the wounds she still carried within herself.
“Hugue…” she murmured once more against his mouth, gaining his attention. His face was at ease for once, and it put her apprehension to rest. Slowly she leaned toward him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips just once more. As she pulled away she felt a peace settle upon her, and resting against him she said to him what she had longed to tell him for sometime.
“I love you.”
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Not a long chapter, but I wanted Nora to be developed... but i'm off... please review! And thanks for reading. Lemon... up next! You guys so thought it was this chapter didn't you?! Don't worry it is up next, i won't tease anymore, promise!
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His lips were warm and soft upon hers, everything she had ever expected and more. This man that held her was amazing, and she had almost lost him. Nora had never expected to ever find someone like Hugue, but somehow she was found privileged enough in the eyes of a higher power to be thrown in his path.
It sure as hell hadn’t been easy, but then again nothing in her life ever had been. Why should it start now?
A romantic relationship would definitely be frowned upon at the Vatican, but she didn’t give a damn. Her vows had never been real to her, and Caterina knew that. If anything she only gave herself over to the church as penance to the Cardinal for past behavior. The only person she was apologizing to was Caterina herself, no one else.
Slowly she felt his lips leave hers, trailing to her neck, his tongue sliding along the cuts made by the Methuselah earlier that evening. A quiet moan escaped her at the warmth in his touch. Reverently he caressed her neck with his mouth, almost as if he were seeking to heal the damage that had been caused.
She never knew anyone like Hugue, and she had always doubted she would ever be lucky enough to know someone like him. To any ordinary person he appeared quiet and reserved, but to her he was one in the same. A troubled wandering soul, and although hers had healed through time, his hadn’t.
Immediately she had felt a strong connection to him, always volunteering to stand by his side, and somehow Caterina had been blind enough to allow it. Perhaps it was because others were weary of Sword Dancer, or perhaps it was because she was just relieved to have someone willingly work with him. Suspicion should’ve been raised by now, but Caterina didn’t let on to anything she may or may not suspect. Thankfully… because now this was happening.
Ever since they first worked together she had tried desperately to get to know him, which was no easy task, but slowly over the past few months he let her in. Of course sometimes she had to get hurt in order for that to happen. Not that she would ever tell him that, perhaps he would think it ridiculous of her. Yes she had on occasion been reckless and had thrown herself in harms way so that he would have to take care of her, to touch her.
She even welcomed him scolding her because that meant she could hear his voice. He hardly spoke, but that simple act from him was enough to make her melt. Sometimes she ached to hear him utter one simple word.
She was lost in him, and it frightened her, and all at the same time it thrilled her too. Something inside of her longed to fill the void Hugue felt within himself. She longed to erase all of the pain he felt inside and replace it with whatever he asked of her. She knew it was all in vain, but if he asked her to, she would do her best to comply with his wishes.
Her mind was beginning to cloud over as she felt his large hands slide his pants off of her body. His eyes gazed down upon her questioningly and all she could offer was a sheepish apology.
“That’s ok, I’ll forgive you this time.” He murmured against her hair as he slid his hands along her legs and inside of her nightshirt, cupping her bottom and pulling her against his body. She had so much to say to him but her thoughts were becoming less coherent as she felt his hands touch the bare skin of her back. His hands were soft and warm against her, pulling a soft moan from her lips at the contact. Painfully slow he explored her back with his hands as his lips continued to explore her neck, trailing down to her shoulders.
A soft cry was ripped from her mouth as his hands slipped from her back around her body to rub up the front of her stomach making her muscles quiver under his touch. His mouth descended to her collar bone, suckling upon the skin there as his hands slid up fully to cup under her full breasts, holding them gently in the palm, his skin warm against her own.
Everything was happening so fast, she couldn’t get her bearings. It felt as if the room was spinning. His hands, his mouth, his body, every inch of him was overwhelming her senses. She felt as if she would pass out if he touched her much longer. There were things she needed to say to him, things she had to say.
She needed him to know that she didn’t think he was a monster, that she would stand beside him no matter what he did. Nothing he could do would ever make her stray from his side. She had to tell him these things, she had to make him understand that she too had experienced pain, that she too had thirsted for revenge, that she too had once been bitter. She desperately yearned to tell him he wasn’t alone and he didn’t have to ever be alone again. She had to tell him that…
“Hugue…” She rasped, threading her fingers into his heavy mass of hair, grasping onto his head for dear life. She felt as though she would collapse under the weight of his passion and the weight of her thoughts. Everything had happened so quickly, and there was still so much to say.
His hands left her breasts, one sliding to her back, holding her flush against him, the other coming out of her nightshirt to rest upon her cheek. He cradled her face gently as he gazed down into her eyes waiting for her to say what she needed to.
Everything was there for her to see. His emotions, his vulnerability, the questions she needed answered. Everything was there, burning deep within his eyes. She felt as if she would drown in them, and perhaps she would be lost to their depths, but it mattered not as she felt him pull her closer, begging for a kiss from her swollen lips.
Tenderly, just as before he pressed his mouth to hers. Slowly sliding his tongue within her mouth, calming the fire he created, but not putting it out. His kiss was slow and sensual, like he was learning her in detail.
All of her words left her with that kiss, he didn’t need them. He needed her. Her body and her submission to him would be testimony enough to what he needed. She still needed to say one thing to him however, words she needed to say for herself, words she needed him to hear. Words that could heal the wounds she still carried within herself.
“Hugue…” she murmured once more against his mouth, gaining his attention. His face was at ease for once, and it put her apprehension to rest. Slowly she leaned toward him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips just once more. As she pulled away she felt a peace settle upon her, and resting against him she said to him what she had longed to tell him for sometime.
“I love you.”
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Not a long chapter, but I wanted Nora to be developed... but i'm off... please review! And thanks for reading. Lemon... up next! You guys so thought it was this chapter didn't you?! Don't worry it is up next, i won't tease anymore, promise!