Healing A Soul

Ok, so almost done... this isn't the final chapter, it's just a little bit more smut! Gotta love that. anyway, hope you guys have enjoyed this so far. Let me know, keep reviewing, I appreciate it... but anyway onwards with the story.

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The candle had died out an hour ago, and while they should’ve been asleep, neither of them wanted to drift off to the land of dreams. Perhaps if they did they would wake up in the morning and realize that they had dreamt everything. The Vatican would be there waiting to welcome them back just as usual, and the past nights events would be lost to dreams.

But that was just it. Nothing had been a dream, and Hugue had proof of that. Still tomorrow was an uncertainty and he didn’t want to be closer to it in any way. So he pushed the thoughts away and turned his attention to the woman in his arms.

Warmth flooded his being at the notion of the object of his affections beside him, pressed flush against his body. Her naked form warm and sated from their activities, her soft lips laying gentle kisses upon his scared chest, almost reverently she kissed along the marks that marred his torso. His hand slipped to rest in the mass of blonde hair atop her head, holding her gently to him, reveling in the feel of her tongue shyly sweeping out to taste his skin.

Slowly she pulled away from his body, tracing his scars with her fingertips, moaning softly as his hand caressed her hair, tilting her head back so he could gaze into her eyes. The look he had longed for was there, shining brightly at him. Her deep blue eyes shone brightly in the darkness of the room, full of satisfaction and utter contentment.

Could this last? This happiness they felt now? What about when they returned, what would happen then? In exhaustion at his own ponderings Hugue sighed, Nora perceptive to his train of thinking. She knew just how to put a stop to them, as well as her own.

His distressing thoughts were cut short as he felt Nora’s mouth press gently to his own, her tongue slipping within the cavern of his mouth shyly. Tenderly she stroked along his, urging him to taste her fully, pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind as he slowly rolled her onto her back. The need to have her again was suddenly overwhelming to him.

Her mouth opened more fully to him and eagerly his tongue slid inside, tasting her just as hungrily as ever. His passion was unbridled and it felt as if it were going to devour them both. The night before it was slow and careful, but now it was as if they would never be together again. It was strong and intense. Her body burned beneath his hands, arching into his touch as he caressed every inch of her he could reach.

Her body flooded once more with emotions he threw at her like the night before. It felt as if she were drowning in this man. His mouth was eager and demanding, his body strong and hungry as it slid slowly against hers. It was hard to breathe and yet she didn’t want to if it meant she would miss out on anything he was allowing her to experience.

Gasping suddenly she ripped her mouth from his at the feeling of his hand touching upon her center. She was still sore from the night before, her once virgin skin unforgiving in the pleasures they partook in. A single tear escaped her as the concerned eyes of her lover’s looked down upon her. He applied a tender kiss to her forehead, whispering words of apology to her for his carelessness.

Slowly she trailed her hands along his back, this both helping to soothe his unease and her own. Gently her fingertips grazed over the scared flesh lovingly, the shock of his touch slowly leaving her. Her desires for him had always been evident, but she never knew that they would be so strong. The need she had for him was almost painful, and he seemed to take a silent pleasure in it. His sharp green eyes gazed at her playfully in the darkness, as if teasing her, letting her know he knew just what she wanted.

She knew it would hurt. Obviously if a single touch had, but she didn’t care. When would they get another chance to be close? That was unknown to them both and she wanted to have him as much as possible before they went back. She knew he would never hurt her though, but he would tease her.

Her body arched toward his, pleading for his touch. He knew he would hurt her if he had her again, and he would never allow that to happen, no matter how desperately he wanted her in return. She was an inexperienced lover and the last thing he wanted was to frighten or hurt her in anyway. He longed to show her everything about love making this very moment, but he knew it was best for her to learn at her own pace, not because he was hasty and careless. He was no school boy and wouldn’t treat her as such. But there were still ways to please her, excellent ways. Ways that would still make her scream his name. A smirk came upon his normally cool features, this not going unnoticed by the woman beneath him.

A small whimper escaped her as his hand glided along her inner thighs, stroking the sensitive flesh carefully. Her eyes burned back at him as he gazed upon her, there was a longing there he couldn’t deny her, and he wouldn’t.
Tenderly he captured her mouth once more, taking his time with their kiss. His tongue swept inside her moist cavern slowly, tasting every inch of her pliable mouth. He swallowed her moans as he stroked her with his hands and mouth. Pulling back slowly he took in her beauty again for the hundredth time that night. She leaned toward him, pressing tender kisses to his lips, requesting more attention.

She was insatiable, but he liked her that way. He loved her passion and warmth. He wanted to show her more of his own.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered to her, as if he was to tell her some great secret.

A smile formed on her face, pulling one instantly onto his own, as she nodded.

A single kiss was placed to her plump lips as Hugue descended upon his excited lover. No inch of her went unexplored. Tender kisses were left around her breasts, a hardened nipple slipping past his lips for his tongue to lavish attention upon. The soft flesh of her stomach quivered as his mouth grazed over it, his tongue tracing warm wet circles along her small belly button. Ever so slowly he swept his tongue once more over the scar he had given her, gaining a soft groan from her lips. He had paid special attention to it the night before and she seemed to enjoy it. This time was no different. She writhed against him, eliciting the sweetest sounds at his attentions. Catching her hand with his own he gained her attention, and slowly her glazed eyes opened to be caught up in the passion of his own strong gaze. Slowly he let the tip of his tongue slip inside her navel, raising a cry from her throat.

A devilish smirk played along his lips. If she liked that she would definitely enjoy his next venture. With rapt fascination she watched him, her gaze a heated caress on his skin. Carefully he slid his body down hers, coming to rest between her open legs. A gasp left her and her shyness returned. He felt the pressure of her strong legs trying to close against him in attempt to push him away from such an intimate area. He would have none of that. Gently, but with intent, he pushed open her legs with his free hand, grasping one and laying it over his back. Her body tensed at this for now it was harder to push him away without exposing more of herself to him. The muscles of her inner thigh quivered at the tension she placed upon her body and without thought he leaned toward her, letting his tongue slip along the skin of her thigh, a surprised whimper escaping her.

A chuckle left his throat before he could stop it, and she noticed it immediately. She had never heard him laugh, and this was certainly no time she wanted to be experiencing hearing it for the first time. She never dreamt he would attempt something like this, but then again she didn’t know what to expect. She knew the desires of her body, but was a complete novice to these sorts of situations. He apparently was not and found her to be amusing. Embarrassment began to creep along her and suddenly she began to doubt herself. This was all so new, and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do or expect. She knew that he hadn’t meant his laugh in meanness, but still it struck something within her. What if he was disappointed with her inexperience? They both still had so much to learn about one another.

“It’s not funny…” he heard her murmur, and looked up sharply to regard her. Her eyes were clouded with unshed tears and immediately he regretted his reaction to her. He had never seen her vulnerable and the look in her eyes pulled at his heart. He had scared her or at least hurt her in some way and he did not mean to in the least. He was not laughing at her in any way, if anything he found her shyness endearing, but how was she to know.

Gently he let his hand caress the leg that rest over him, soothing her as an apology for his carelessness. His other hand pulled her own that he still held to his lips, kissing it tenderly. Slowly and carefully he disengaged himself from his current position and crawled up her body once more, laying soft kisses upon her to soothe the misunderstanding. Her body responded to his attentions, and without warning his mouth connected with hers. Slowly she opened herself to him, allowing him to deepen their kiss.

“I wasn’t laughing at you.” She heard him murmur against her mouth, his soft lips now playing along the skin of her cheek.

“I…”
“Sshhh…” he whispered into her ear, letting his tongue trace along the shell, drawing a shudder from her. “Trust me.”

The warmth of his mouth enveloped the lobe of her ear and pulled a nod from her once again. Slowly he began his descent once more, placing soft unhurried kisses along her body just like before. This time he took his time, building the fire back, giving her the comfort of something familiar. His mouth descended mercilessly upon her breast, kissing around her taut nipple, teasing her. Without warning he drew it into his mouth, suckling gently upon her, wrenching soft cries from her mouth. Soon she began to arch into his mouth once again, reveling in the feel of his ministrations. Releasing the tender bud from his mouth he slipped further down her body, keeping his attention upon her stomach, allowing his tongue to sweep over her skin in strong defined licks. Moans began to fall from her once again, not loud, but soft and aching. A fine sheen of sweat began to cover her as he continued to kiss her, his hands caressing her inner thighs.

Her scent was overwhelming and he could only imagine her taste. How exquisite this would be. Carefully he slid along her once more, coming to rest against her how he had previously. A slight hesitation came from her but not much. She was too excited for him by now.

Gently he placed her leg over his back once more, and lovingly he slid his hand along her thigh, his fingertips at last dipping inside of her as gently as he could. A small whimper escaped her, but she was fully prepared for him. She reacted wonderfully, her body raising off the bed ever so slightly, pushing toward his questing hand. The small pain she felt was nothing compared to the pleasure he was bestowing upon her. She was so wet and warm. The heat from her sensitive center practically burning him, and he knew she would taste wonderfully. He ached to delve his tongue inside of her and make her writhe against him, longed to suckle upon her and make her cry out to the streets below.

Patience was required however, and ever so slowly he parted her lips to his waiting mouth. Without hesitation he moved to her and allowed his tongue to touch upon her. Slowly he swept up her sensitive flower, tasting her fully for the first time. A cry reached his ears as he felt her small hand bury into his hair, her other squeezing his in reply to his actions.

That was all the reaction he needed. Passionately he delved against her. He attacked her wet flower with renewed passion, striving desperately for her pleasure. It was exquisite, the taste of her… indescribable and perfect. He licked along her, drawing her cries out, her voice cracking under the intensity of his assault. Her hand gripped his almost painfully as he grazed her sensitive clit for the first time. That gave him the desired reaction, his name moaned desperately from her perfect mouth. Flicking his tongue against the tender bud once again she cried his name, and at last he securely placed his lips around it.

It felt like she was on fire. The feeling of his tongue upon her, licking her in the most sensitive of places was too much. She felt as though she were being ripped apart by pure pleasure. Then she felt his eager mouth close over her tender clit, suckling upon it intensely. It was all too much, the kisses from before and the attention he applied upon her now. One more lick was all it took, the wetness and pressure from his mouth pressing down upon her assaulting her sensitive nub once more sent her over. A cry was ripped from her mouth, his name a prayer upon her lips as she crashed into her orgasm. She shuddered against him as she came, and lovingly he soothed her as she fell.

It was the single most amazing moment of his life. Never had he witnessed anything so beautiful, so perfect. She panted harshly as she lay beneath him, trying desperately to catch her breath from his onslaught, and carefully he crawled up her body to gaze into her blue eyes. He pushed his own passion away as he watched the woman beneath him. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms at that moment.

He watched silently as she calmed down from her release, her eyes were closed to him, her face sweaty and her blonde hair sticking to her forehead as a testament to her passion. Dragging his fingertips along her forehead, he gently swept aside her wet hair. Slowly she opened her eyes to him and upon seeing him; her face broke out in a satisfied and content smile.

Without any further words between them he laid beside the woman he loved more than life itself and drew her exhausted body into his waiting arms. It was no dream, and they knew that. With that final thought and the content they both felt, sleep at last claimed them, and for the first time in a long time, they slept peacefully.

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The sun poured in the open window upon the quiet lovers. Though the room was in silence, it wasn’t uncomfortable. They went about their morning activities and packing with tender glances at one another, and for the first time in the past four months neither worried about the future.

In all aspects it just didn’t matter to either of them. They were tired. Tired of running and of fighting with themselves. If the Vatican frowned upon their relationship… well they could just kick them out. After all it wasn’t a hanging offense. Besides Caterina had gone to great lengths to keep Hugue, she may be unhappy, but she wasn’t going to send him away for this.

Without a word Hugue moved quickly to the window, gaining Nora’s attention and a slight frown when he nodded to her. The carriage was here, and it was time for them to leave for Rome. A deep sigh left his companion and slowly she rose to leave walking slowly to the door.

The sadness was evident, but somehow it made Hugue smile. They were about to walk out that door to their future. It would indeed be rocky, but he was sure of the fact that they would face it together. Quietly he slipped up behind her, grabbing her wrist and turning her surprised face to look at him.

Without a word he bent down to her open mouth and laid a soft kiss upon it. She returned his affections and nuzzled against him.

“Are you ready?” he whispered quietly to her, placing kisses along her cheeks and eyelids.

His tender kisses and soft voice sure didn’t help the fact that they needed to leave. She most certainly was not ready to leave this wonderful room.
“No,” she murmured, sliding her hands along his broad chest and up to his shoulders. With a playful smile she slid her fingertips up to the cloak he wore and slowly began to push it from him. He returned her playfulness and caught her hands in his own.

Pulling her hands from his body he brought them to his lips instead. Without breaking her gaze he laid gentle kisses to each fingertip shaking his head disapprovingly at her once he was finished.

A pout formed on her perfect face, hoping to persuade. But he was unmoving that morning…one of them had to be. She smiled warmly at him and he returned her sentiment.

With one last kiss Hugue guided Nora to the door and gathered their things in his hands. Without a look back he closed the door to the room that had opened so many possibilities for the two of them and moved on toward their future.

With her hand in his Hugue opened the door to step out of the hotel and welcomed the warmth of the sun and a brand new day.
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Ok, hope you guys liked it, the final chapter's up next... and a little surprise too... if I think you deserve it! Kidding... please review! Thanks guys!