A Beautiful Exploration, even if it be for only a moment.
1107 Words
As Annabelle lay there entangled with the man that would someday be her Victorian Valentine (for real) she began to trace the outline of his features. Anna started with his face—first, she trailed her finger tips across his hair line. Tracing the v-shape hair line, she began to trace the edges of his forehead—using her fingertips she did figure eights '8' through his hair. Roman’s hair wasn’t more than a half inch thick and was very easy to maneuver—Anna loved the feel of his hair acrossed her fingertips she was enjoying being able to play so playfully and not be scolded. When she was done playing in Romans hair she began to play with the small patch of hair along his cheek bone doing twists and turns down his face—she felt him flinch and twitch she just giggled. After Anna played with the side burns she began to tickle his eyebrows lingering only for just a moment before continuing on to his temples—cheek bones under his eyes to the bridge of his nose and then lingering around his jaw bone. Anna wanted to make sure she memorized his every feature so when they were to see each other again she would know for sure that this was indeed Roman Heartsmith. When Anna finally reached Roman’s lips she took her time tracing them, she wanted to feel the texture of his lips she wanted to outline them—learn their shape. To Anna’s amazement his lips were smooth like silk and shaped with perfection. After lingering on his lips for more than five minutes she began trickling down Roman’s chin leading down to his neck and throat; even though most people don’t think the throat or neck is very important—or alluring for that matter. To Annabelle, his throat was the most intriguing so far; the length of Roman’s neck revealed slender muscle tone with soft silky white skin with an Adams apple that was not only attractive but fitting for his body structure. Roman possessed a tall yet slender frame, his muscle tone not apparent but the strength he possessed made up for the lack of appearance. Annabelle could see his every hidden feature and felt them as well; this was her little game which she now had the advantage. As she trailed his throat she could feel every bone, every curve every alluring aspect of the neck and throat, she imagined for a man with his stature. As she began to surface the bottom of his neck line she could distinctly feel and memorize every little bone Roman’s collar bone held beneath his creamy white skin. Annabelle could even feel the slightly distorted left collar bone, which she could tell was broken in two and shifted slightly downward. She made sure she tickled the broken bone so she could remember his injury. Everything about him counted even if she was being abnormal and caressing his every bone, muscle tone, skin and indent. If Roman was going to be her Valentine, she needed to know every little detail she could possess with touch, scent and heart. Roman was a special breed of man see, he stood up for women in their most tragic moments protected them at all costs. Quite frankly Annabelle felt absolutely lucky she fainted on his door step not four days prior.
‘Just imagine who could have been on the other end of the door, if it wasn’t for the Heartsmiths. They are my rescuers for the moment and for that I shall always hold unconditional love for each and every one especially Roman. I don’t know how he has captured my fascination and affection in such a fast and immediate way such as this. No matter, quit pondering the if’s and what if’s he is here now and I fully intend to pursue this man to the ends of the earth if I must to make this man love me.’ Annabelle’s short lived daydream of the future and the worries that the future possessed ceased as she wanted to thoroughly enjoy the present as long as she could without fear as she would have enough time to do worrying and being fearful. Roman began to softly caress Annabelle’s face with his palms and began to study her features, he wanted to always remember what she felt like, what she smelled like, what she looked like and ultimately he wanted to keep her image in his mind for as long as time would allow. Roman traced her in the same way that Annabelle had except he had begun to softly caress—touch and become accustomed to her, she became a part of his soul. Annabelle jolted in surprise that Roman had taken the same interest in her that she had done with him, she smiled a deep and heartfelt smile; she knew she was getting to him. Annabelle was not stupid she knew how to mold Roman she knew how to memorize Roman, she was not finished with Roman yet. After the exploring of Roman’s collar bones she began to tickle his chest, taunt his judgment, she began to twirl her fingertips just ever so lightly just enough for him to soak in the moment and react just as perfectly as she had hoped he would. “Annabelle, I’m enjoying this way too much…. I…. I…. shouldn’t be letting you do this…. But Hotdamn baby girl your touch feels so good on my skin.” Roman whispered as he began to enjoy her touch as he laid his head back and closed his eyes; not to sleep but to remember her.
Roman must have dozed off because before he could open his eyes, Rose busted in. "Roman! Roman!, Rosemary was concerned about Anna. Roman had been in there assessing Anna's injuries for over an hour and he did not come out yet.. Rose's thoughts started leaping out of control with worry. Upon entering the room,, Rose was quite shocked to find them both asleep side by side. 'Oh' Roman, you have a heart made of Gold for the damsels. He must have forgotten about Cassandra Mullins. Roman knows he can not be this woman's shelter..... He is to be married soon. Im going to have a talk with him and Zachary, im going to also talk with Annabelle. I know she has incredible damage so once, Roman tells me what all needs to happen I'll take her to the infirmary. Roman won't like it, but we can't break a marital contract with the Duke of Saregontas Romania. I must explain to Annabelle, she must know what's about to happen for Roman.'
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