AuroraElis
02-04-2018, 04:19 PM
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She couldn’t just forget. The man, that had been so kind to her, was now a fragment of what he once was. His fine features, torn from recognition. The bulk of his torso overcome with puckered pink scars. She had visited him often in his recovery at the hospital. Been present after each reconstructive surgery. Slowly but surely his outward appearance was changing him on the inside too. Doubt riddled his mind of if he was worthy of love, her love. Questioning his abilities as a man, a provider, a lover. He soon became withdrawn into his own mind. Tucked away into the darkness of his elaborate home. She had not known he was a regarded scientist, and that day he had come into the lion's den was to gather the bird carcass for further examination. To determine if it had indeed died of natural causes or if perhaps it had been diseased. His work had been published in many articles, some she had even read during her studies but she had not learned of his last name until much later. Still she saw him for the kind soul that had assisted her that fateful day, and she was determined not to let him slip away into the darkness.
.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months into years. The endless emotional rollercoaster was taking its toll on her as well as him. Some days were better than others but she was stubborn enough to see them through. She’d arrive early in the morning, before her classes, to have breakfast with him. Eventually he came to enjoy her company but he still doubted she deserved this. To love such a hideous beast. People talked, rumors spread, and he wished none of it upon her. He could see the affection she held for him and even though he held his own love for her, he couldn’t bare putting her through this any longer. So he decides that this morning he would end it all.
“Aurora… We must talk,” his voice trembling. As she closes the door behind her there is a faint flutter in her heart and by the sound of his voice she knows what he is about to say. “You deserve better than this...than me,” he takes her hand in his and clutches it tightly. She looks into his battered face. Only one eye can focus on her face as the others vision had been lost that day. Tears well in the corners of her own golden eyes. The long waves of her cream locks lay still on her shoulders. A forced smile finds her lush lips as she casts her gaze down. Looking at her hand in his before she speaks softly, “I know what you are going to say...what you want to say. But I don't believe in your heart that's what you truly want…” she musters the courage to look upon his face again, “I love you Ronan. As you are.” There is a deep sincerity in her tone, a longing even. He had tried to push her away for so long and the touch of his hand in hers ignited a passion between them. Taking his free hand to sweep the fallen tendril of blonde hair from her face, he caressed her cheek. Staring into the depths of her eyes as if he could reach her soul. He had longed to touch her. Feel the warmth of her skin on his, but he was weary of what she would think of his flawed body. A gentle smile tugged at his fine lips, “I love you Aurora. I have from the moment I set eyes on you.”
Tracing the edges of her jawline with the tips of his fingers, he brings them to rest at her chin then to lift her face. Coming within a breath of her lips with his own, he hesitated. Her bright eyes lower her view to his lips for a moment before she is closing their distance. Leaning into him with a passionate kiss. Finding herself removing her hand from his to bring both to rest on his chest. His hand on her face holds firm as his now free hand moves to the small of her back, pulling her body to his. With a newfound eagerness they push each other down the hallways of his home. Bumping into walls as they remain lost in overdue kisses and wandering hands. Tugging at articles of clothing as stripping them from their bodies. Hushed laughs are shared as they find the door to his bedroom. She turns to dash into the room playfully. His grip lost on her as a much more defined smile in brought to his scarred features. Turning back to him, she witnesses the happiness on his face. A happiness that had been lost for so long. It causes her heart to beat faster for him.
He slides up to her quickly and scoops her up in his arms. Bringing her to the side of the bed and tossing her onto it. “I’ve wanted to do that for sooo long,” he chuckles. She finds his humor enlightening and she wiggles within the sheets to allow him room to join her. He sits at the beds edge, removing his already undone trousers. She rises to sit on the bed as well. Positioning herself behind him, peppering his still clothed shoulders with kisses. Her blouse had been lost to the halls already. With reservation he begins to lift his shirt. As it is removed, the extent of the damage is made known in the shadows of his darkened room. She does not see the flaws though. Instead she continues showering him with her affections without a single word. They didnt need words. Not here, where actions did more than enough speaking for them.
He turns to her, as her lips wander down his biceps, pleasure lighting his face. Her golden eyes find this but also a hint of uneasiness amongst the scarred lines of his face. The kisses cease as she lift her head to gaze deeper into his eyes. This was hard for him, she could tell. Raising a hand, she cups his face and stares deeply into his good eye. A wanting evident in him that matched her own. The hand on his face turns his jaw upward to expose the length of his neck. Beginning at the base of neck and shoulder she trails soft nimbles all the way up to his earlobe. Her warmed breath heating his flesh along the way. He shudders in excitement before turning to her with a hungry grin.
Slipping into the sheets with her, they continue on their endeavour. Exploring each others bodies in a morning lost to the passions of two souls. The slow drag of soft fingers up her thigh is matched with the tracing of hers down his exposed side. Tempting the softest parts of him to flex at her will. That is until gentle touches are not enough and he sits up, grabbing her hips and twisting her to lay on her chest. Positioning himself to kneel with her legs between his own. Teasing her with a soft brushing of his lips on her buttocks, then inching towards her neck. His strong hands begin sliding up her sides then along her arms to intertwine his fingers with hers, pressing her hands into the mattress above her head. Using them as leverage for each deep thrust that was to come. Making her, his beauty and him, her beast.</p><p class="AEQuest_quote">Not all that glitters is gold</p></div></center>
Beauty and the Beast
Fairytale is a twist of the original story which was a man having an unattractive outward appearance but a beautiful woman falls in love with him for who he is inside. I also wrapped my last post in with this one cuz it just worked out. Being mauled by the lion resulting in many scars across his body and loss of one eye.
Word count: 1,317
I decided to end it before it got into X-rated smut... But feel free to have your mind wander
.
She couldn’t just forget. The man, that had been so kind to her, was now a fragment of what he once was. His fine features, torn from recognition. The bulk of his torso overcome with puckered pink scars. She had visited him often in his recovery at the hospital. Been present after each reconstructive surgery. Slowly but surely his outward appearance was changing him on the inside too. Doubt riddled his mind of if he was worthy of love, her love. Questioning his abilities as a man, a provider, a lover. He soon became withdrawn into his own mind. Tucked away into the darkness of his elaborate home. She had not known he was a regarded scientist, and that day he had come into the lion's den was to gather the bird carcass for further examination. To determine if it had indeed died of natural causes or if perhaps it had been diseased. His work had been published in many articles, some she had even read during her studies but she had not learned of his last name until much later. Still she saw him for the kind soul that had assisted her that fateful day, and she was determined not to let him slip away into the darkness.
.
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months into years. The endless emotional rollercoaster was taking its toll on her as well as him. Some days were better than others but she was stubborn enough to see them through. She’d arrive early in the morning, before her classes, to have breakfast with him. Eventually he came to enjoy her company but he still doubted she deserved this. To love such a hideous beast. People talked, rumors spread, and he wished none of it upon her. He could see the affection she held for him and even though he held his own love for her, he couldn’t bare putting her through this any longer. So he decides that this morning he would end it all.
“Aurora… We must talk,” his voice trembling. As she closes the door behind her there is a faint flutter in her heart and by the sound of his voice she knows what he is about to say. “You deserve better than this...than me,” he takes her hand in his and clutches it tightly. She looks into his battered face. Only one eye can focus on her face as the others vision had been lost that day. Tears well in the corners of her own golden eyes. The long waves of her cream locks lay still on her shoulders. A forced smile finds her lush lips as she casts her gaze down. Looking at her hand in his before she speaks softly, “I know what you are going to say...what you want to say. But I don't believe in your heart that's what you truly want…” she musters the courage to look upon his face again, “I love you Ronan. As you are.” There is a deep sincerity in her tone, a longing even. He had tried to push her away for so long and the touch of his hand in hers ignited a passion between them. Taking his free hand to sweep the fallen tendril of blonde hair from her face, he caressed her cheek. Staring into the depths of her eyes as if he could reach her soul. He had longed to touch her. Feel the warmth of her skin on his, but he was weary of what she would think of his flawed body. A gentle smile tugged at his fine lips, “I love you Aurora. I have from the moment I set eyes on you.”
Tracing the edges of her jawline with the tips of his fingers, he brings them to rest at her chin then to lift her face. Coming within a breath of her lips with his own, he hesitated. Her bright eyes lower her view to his lips for a moment before she is closing their distance. Leaning into him with a passionate kiss. Finding herself removing her hand from his to bring both to rest on his chest. His hand on her face holds firm as his now free hand moves to the small of her back, pulling her body to his. With a newfound eagerness they push each other down the hallways of his home. Bumping into walls as they remain lost in overdue kisses and wandering hands. Tugging at articles of clothing as stripping them from their bodies. Hushed laughs are shared as they find the door to his bedroom. She turns to dash into the room playfully. His grip lost on her as a much more defined smile in brought to his scarred features. Turning back to him, she witnesses the happiness on his face. A happiness that had been lost for so long. It causes her heart to beat faster for him.
He slides up to her quickly and scoops her up in his arms. Bringing her to the side of the bed and tossing her onto it. “I’ve wanted to do that for sooo long,” he chuckles. She finds his humor enlightening and she wiggles within the sheets to allow him room to join her. He sits at the beds edge, removing his already undone trousers. She rises to sit on the bed as well. Positioning herself behind him, peppering his still clothed shoulders with kisses. Her blouse had been lost to the halls already. With reservation he begins to lift his shirt. As it is removed, the extent of the damage is made known in the shadows of his darkened room. She does not see the flaws though. Instead she continues showering him with her affections without a single word. They didnt need words. Not here, where actions did more than enough speaking for them.
He turns to her, as her lips wander down his biceps, pleasure lighting his face. Her golden eyes find this but also a hint of uneasiness amongst the scarred lines of his face. The kisses cease as she lift her head to gaze deeper into his eyes. This was hard for him, she could tell. Raising a hand, she cups his face and stares deeply into his good eye. A wanting evident in him that matched her own. The hand on his face turns his jaw upward to expose the length of his neck. Beginning at the base of neck and shoulder she trails soft nimbles all the way up to his earlobe. Her warmed breath heating his flesh along the way. He shudders in excitement before turning to her with a hungry grin.
Slipping into the sheets with her, they continue on their endeavour. Exploring each others bodies in a morning lost to the passions of two souls. The slow drag of soft fingers up her thigh is matched with the tracing of hers down his exposed side. Tempting the softest parts of him to flex at her will. That is until gentle touches are not enough and he sits up, grabbing her hips and twisting her to lay on her chest. Positioning himself to kneel with her legs between his own. Teasing her with a soft brushing of his lips on her buttocks, then inching towards her neck. His strong hands begin sliding up her sides then along her arms to intertwine his fingers with hers, pressing her hands into the mattress above her head. Using them as leverage for each deep thrust that was to come. Making her, his beauty and him, her beast.</p><p class="AEQuest_quote">Not all that glitters is gold</p></div></center>
Beauty and the Beast
Fairytale is a twist of the original story which was a man having an unattractive outward appearance but a beautiful woman falls in love with him for who he is inside. I also wrapped my last post in with this one cuz it just worked out. Being mauled by the lion resulting in many scars across his body and loss of one eye.
Word count: 1,317
I decided to end it before it got into X-rated smut... But feel free to have your mind wander