Ben And Meg In The Wild West
Chapter 9
Meg parted the curtains in her bedroom. She did not know how long she had been standing there. Several hours had passed sense Ben had left to…" take care of the problem" like he had said.
She let the curtains fall into place again. She picked up a book that was lying on a table near her. It was a collection of poems by Emily Dickinson. She loved her work. Sometime when she was a little girl her father used to read her the poems when she was upset or sad about something. It use to work, but now it only made her cry. The poems were sad, powerful and so strong that they moved her. She had been reading the collection on the train from Boston, in an attempt to forget about the horrible engagement celebration. When she closed her eyes, flashes and images invaded her mind. The scene played before her eyes. It was like a roll play on a theater, with artists instead of her family and friends:
The music was beautiful. There where flowers, and superb food and whine. Everyone was there. The whole family. The proud father of the bride to bee was getting the guest’s congratulation and well wishes. Joanna was shining with pride of her youngest child’s splendid match. Timothy Truman was going to bee a wonderful husband and caring father of their future children. And what a beautiful couple they made!
The siblings Sara Cumming Mitchum and Brad Cummings watched their young sister mingle through the many guests by Timothy’s arm. Everywhere where people wishing them a wonderful journey together.
But both Sara and Brad had wished that Meg would not take Timothy’s offer of marriage. He was troublemaker and a ladies man. Brad had seen it first hand in bridge club and did not wish it for his young sister.
Meg put the book back on the table. She went over to a smaller table that near the door. She poured up a fresh cup of tea. She took the cup and left the room. The Deschanel resident was silent. Bette and A.J were attending a town meeting in the church held by the town major- Mr Gregory Ritchards.
Meg entered uncle A.J´s study. She loved that room. All over the walls where bookshelves. They were filed with old classics and new science. She went over to the shelf where A.J had his foreign literature. Her eyes swept over the beautiful backs of the books. She choked a giggle when she saw The Kama Sutra in French. Her dear mother would have a slight heart attack if she knew her "perfect" daughter was reading the agent ultimate love lexicon. She smiled at the thought of hearing her mother preaching about "forbidden act of passion" before proper marriage.
" I would love to know what’s hiding behind that smile" a voice came from the door.
She spun around and dropped the book in the process.
Ben stood in the doorway. He smiled at her. She feet immediately how her cheeks took a slight color of red.
" Ben!?" she stammered. " I did not know you were present"
He took a step further into the room, towards Meg. She felt trapped…but in a good way. It was not as tough she did not trust him. Oh, no he was a gentleman! It was just that, she did not trust her self. When he came near her, for some reason Meg turned into a volcano- just waiting to erupt. She was raised not to show emotions and most of all not to let emotion sweep her away. Her mother always said " If you feel like you are not in control of the situation ask our Lord Jesus for strength".
And she had! Several times, but he was apparently always occupied with other matters because the feeling kept coming back…and getting stronger! And around Ben…it got stronger by the second!
" You should smile more, Meg" he said. He was now standing right in front of her.
Meg could hear her own hart hammer in her chest , and wondered vaguely if he could hear it too. Slowly he reached up and brushed her cheek with his hand. She almost melted. She felt like a cube of ice in the sun in a hot summer day. He traced her fine line of her face.
" Do you have any idea how beautiful you realy are?" he said almost in awe.
She found out that she had forgot how to speak. She could only shake her head. Meg had received complements before, but this was the first time her heart listened to it.
" Well you are, Meg" he said.
He let his hand travel down her arm, to her hand. He took it in his own hand and let his thumb caress the outside of her palm. He got supriced when Meg suddenly stopped his motion and looked his fingers with hers- palm against palm. Carefully she stepped into Ben´s embrace and took his other arm and placed it on her lower back. She traveled her small hand up to the back of his neck. The short hair was soft under her fingers. She looked his eyes with hers. It almost took forever before their lips mete. The kiss was at fist slow and almost insecure. But soon the passion got the best of the couple. He traced her lips texture with his tongue. A small moaning escaped from her and she pressed herself against him. There grip on each others hand got disconnected and instead they searched one and other. He guided one of his hands up into her hair and detached it from its arrangement. It fell softly down on her back and he buried his hand into its softness. Her whole body aced for him. She parted her lips at his silent request, and their tongues meet. She thought that she had felt passion before, but the senses that was crashing through her now was so strong and powerful that she could hardly think clearly. Ben moved his kisses down her cheek. He nibbled carefully on her ear. He reached her silky soft neck, and draw her even closer. The only Meg could do was to remember how to breathe.
" Please, beloved, beg me to stop" Ben said into the curve of her neck and shoulder.
She tighten her own hold on him and encourage him on. " No, I won’t beg you to stop Ben"
She traced her hands along his waist and pulled the shirt up from his pants. Then she moved a bit up and started to undo the west. Slowly their eyes meet. She started to unbutton his silk shirt. She lowered her lips to meet the first flesh that was exposed to her view.
He thought he would die at that moment he felt her lips on his skin. It was like burning fire.
He felt complete and loved for the first time in many years, but he could not let her do it. Even truer- he could not do it to her. The kiss was enough to drag her reputation in the dirt. If they when further it could very well ruin her, maybe even her family.
He captured her seeking hands and held them in a firm hold. She looked up at him with confuse clearly written in her face.
" We cant do this…I mean…your family…" he stammered. She put two fingers against his lips to silence him.
" My family is not here, Ben. I need you…and I know you need me too" she whispered.
She let her fingers trail down his naked chest, before she continued:
" I love you"
Those three words sounded like music to his ears. He couldn’t help to smile, and she smiled too.
" I trust you. Do you think I would allow you to come this close if I did not love you?"
she said and touched his cheek affectionate.
" I could hurt you, Meg. You already have a broken heart that is trying to heal" he said.
" I can’t have a broken heart, because someone already has my hole heart" she said and she felt how the tears threatened to fall.
" Oh, Meg! I don´t deserve you. What did I do to deserve your love?" he said and pulled her into his arms. He hugged her tightly.
" You loved me…" she let her tears fall.
After a moment they disengage and Ben traced her tears.
" Make love to me, Ben…" she whispered.
She stopped his hand and took it in hers. She walked backward out of the study and leading him with her. He looked unsure. She stopped and looked him deep into his eye.
It looked first as tough he would resist, but suddenly he just stepped closer to her and swept her of her feet up into his strong arms. She caught her breath. She suddenly remembered a dream she have had when she was little, that she was a princess and a dark, handsome knight would come and sweep her way on his black stallion.
Ben leaned in and kissed her softly. He searched her eyes for regret or some kind of protest. But he did not find anything but raw passion and burning love. He smiled.
" Which room is your, madam?" he asked.
She giggled and nodded towards her bedroom….