Lessons in Love
Adyna was spun around and her eyes bulged as she saw that Grantaire was the man holding her. Her heart pounded as he dropped his hand from her mouth. She gasped and leaned forward to rest her head against his chest. "You….scared…me."
He wrapped his arms about her. "My apologies, but I couldn't risk you screaming."
She pulled away. "I may do so. How'd you get up here?"
He smirked. "You have a trellis under your window. very easy to climb."
She groaned. "And only you would think of something like that. Why are you here anyway?"
"Well," he crossed his arms. "I observed you and Ramin in the garden."
"Were you spying on me?"
"Yes." He studied her. "I heard you tell him that I was in love with you."
she nodded. "I'm being honest with him."
"A little too honest. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him everything that passed between us. That may make us far less civilized if we meet again." He commented. "He's hiding something from you."
"I haven't gotten that feeling yet."
"I can tell." He leaned against the wall. "I also heard that you're still struggling over the feeling of love. Shall I teach it to you as you?" Grantaire asked as he gestured towards the open dictionary beside her bed. "Yes. I believe I shall."
"Grantaire?" He tugged her towards the bed and set her upon it. her heart pounded in her chest as he climbed onto the bed in front of her. "Grantaire…don't."
"Why not?" He said as he tugged the book into her lap. "I've locked the door, no one shall disturb us."
"When did you….never mind. This," she croaked out. "is so…not proper."
"Since when are we ones to care for propriety?" He cleared his throat. "Now, this is a lesson. I want you to read the definitions of love." He pulled closer her closer against him so their knees touched. "That is," his voice dropped to a low murmur. "if, you can handle it."
she shrugged and focused on the definition of love. She cleared her throat and began to read. "A strong liking: a strong liking for or pleasure gained from something." Grantaire leaned forward and slowly ran his hands across her exposed neck and she stopped reading. "Must you do that?"
"That's an interesting question. I shouldn't, but then," he asked seriously. "shouldn't I?"
"You're confusing." She continued to look at the dictionary. "Something that elicits deep interest and enthusiasm in somebody." He pressed a kiss against her neck and she snapped. "Grantaire!"
"Keep your voice down and keep reading or someone many hear you!" He hissed at her. "And I don't think you'd like that."
"This is stupid!"
"I don't think so." He boldly tugged her sideways into his lap so she was pressed against his chest. "Now, continue."
She didn't know why she was letting him push her around in this manner. After all, one scream and he'd be out of here! But then, she didn't want to see him break his neck after climbing down the trellis in such haste.
"Sometimes used as an," she licked her lips. "affectionate word to somebody loved."
She stared at the next definition as the heat and chills of embarrassment ran all over her body. Grantaire sensed it and instantly said. "Continue."
Her voice faltered for the moment as his hands crept up her sides. "A passionate feeling of romantic desire and... sexual attraction." She jumped as he rubbed his thumbs over her breasts. "Grantaire."
He pressed his fingers harder against her and she let out a quiet cry. Grantaire's blue eyes pierced her heart and she had to tear her eyes away from his face before his intense gaze threatened to pin her there in his arms forever.
"Very strong affection," Grantaire leaned forward and kissed her neck. "or an intense feeling…. of tender affection…. and compassion. Grantaire!"
His lips grew more insistent and shiver ran all over her. She lifted the book to her face to read the last definition. "A romantic affair," Grantaire pressed her against him. "possibly….sexual."
The book fell from her hands as she found herself on her back with Grantaire ontop of her. She inhaled deeply as he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. her heart jumped in her throat at the touch of his lips to hers. She shifted underneath him so he could press himself deeper against her. But when she parted her legs, Grantaire broke the kiss and shook his head.
She stared at him. "What?" Had she read the signs wrong? Hadn't he indicated that he'd wanted to go farther? "But I thought-"
"No, I'm sorry about that. I do want to Chantelle, but I know you. you did that out of habit, not because you wanted to."
Shame flooded her cheeks and she nodded. "I guess I did."
"Hey, think nothing of it." He rolled her ontop of him and smiled softly. "besides, I wouldn't do it like that, I'd want you to make the moves on me."
"Me make-" her eyes widened and she pushed at him. "no way! This is the most preposterous suggestion ever!"
Grantaire flipped her on her back and stared down at her. "Not at this moment, I should have clarified that. Unless," he ran his hand down her shoulder's. "this is a lesson you want me to teach you at this moment.
She gasped at the cold touch of his fingers as he stroked the deep vee of her neck. "You….are….amazing."
He laughed lightly. "Thank you!"
"I hate you…I hate…this…hold you…have on me." She closed her eyes. "How is it…that you can make me almost want something that I know I don't want?"
Grantaire's face grew serious. "Because, I want you and some part of you knows that you want me too. I can't make your body or heart respond to me. As of this moment, maybe…they're telling you something that you don't want to know."
"And…what would that be?"
He was quiet for a long time before commenting. "To let me make love to you. show you what it's supposed to be like." He touched her face. "Maybe that's the key to the whole thing. Teach your heart, mind and body what it is to feel love by someone who loves you."
She shook her head and squirmed uncomfortably. "No Grantaire. I can't."
"Neither can I, nor will….if I can help it." he sighed. "But God knows that I won't be able to succeed in keeping away from you for long."
He laughed. "Well, I was in the revolution."
"Besides, I don't think I'd require you to teach me that lesson of making love anyway. I'm an expert on it."
"No you're not. You haven't even finished the first page on that lesson." He gently touched her face as he pulled her up. "When you've finished that book, you'll be an expert on the subject." He kissed her cheek. "I better be going."
She nodded. "You should. My reputation is damaged all ready without adding you climbing out of my bedchambers."
He laughed. "I shall try not to damage it much more. But believe me Chantelle," he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I shall bring love back into your life."
"You don't give up don't you?"
"No. I'll never give up. I'll never give you up. And if you marry Ramin, I swear I will charge up the church steps and say you two can't get married."
"You care for me that much?"
"I love you that much. Say it."
She bit her lips and repeated. "You….love me that much?"
He nodded. "I do. I'd pull the stars down the sky from the heavens for you."
Tears filled her eyes. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve anyone."
"Does anyone? I don't feel I deserve you, but I know that we belong together."
"I wish I were as sure as you."
"And I'm certain that we will have children."
"I know we won't."
"You will. You've been on that herb thing that keeps you from getting pregnant. Well, you've been off it here."
"But," she blushed. "inside me. It's too damaged…I couldn't possibly be able to."
"We'll cross that bridge when the time comes. But I know we will, I know we will."
Ok, definetly a delay coming. I've got cookies to take to two fire stations, I'm giving my first dancing lesson tonight. I've got elder sitting tomorrow, my grandfather is getting married the day after and then we're celebrating Valentine's Day on Sunday because everyone will be home!