Speak Again

fanfiction by Wild Iris


He murmurs when the sweet waist half-turns, because she knows he is following her; and again when he sees her face under the shadow of the bonnet. How else should she look but like the Madonna?

Is it she on whom you model yourself? She was ravished and none believed her. Now she is a legend.

She is terrified and rapt. As she sees what he will do to her he sees it, too; knows how to recreate those expressions on her face and finally break them, break them utterly; leaving her laughing, leaving her spinning, leaving her wanting him.