<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">Brothel of Diana</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Marisol Estefania Alvarez</span></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="https://dreamangel7.files.wordpress.com/2013/08/wpid-cartoon-girl-3d-pictures-hd-wallpaper-1080x607.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Marisol did not resist when Edward pulled her to his chest, desiring nothing but to feel him against her until he had to leave once more. She did her best to calm herself, but it was difficult. She doubted she would be able to see him again after this--her heart wouldn't be able to take it, but then he pulled her from her swallowing depression and grief with his little speech.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF4000">"...my heart is yours. I love you, my little flower. I think I loved you from the first night I had you in my arms. And I will always love you. Not like a daughter or a friend, but as the one woman who always touches my heart." </span></span></span><br/><br/>Marisol's crying began to slow as his words began to sink in and she tried to wipe her tears away so she could look at him clearly as she turned to face him. His confession left her with glassy eyes, her tears threatening to fall again but this time from joy. Still she searched him for any deceit, and like always, she found none. Why she had doubted his intentions, she did not know. He had never given her reason to doubt and she knew her insecurity had stemmed from working in the brothel for so long.<br/><br/>Suddenly she straddled him, pushing him back onto the bed as she launched herself into his arms, wrapping her own around him tightly. She was crying again, wetting Edward's chest with her happy tears.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"You do not know how long I have wished to hear these words from you, Edward,"</span></span>she shakily said, her words slightly muffled. She pulled away some to let her lips find his, her eyes closing as Edward's tongue swiped across her lips for access. She opened her mouth, her own tongue meeting his. The kiss broke and they were both panting.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"I will go with you, if you still want me to..."</span></span>she whispered.<br/><br/>A little bit of guilt tugged at her heart, though, at the thought of taking Edward away from his wife. She knew he would never leave his wife--but she also knew that the two had lived apart for many years now. He did not speak much of his wife, however she still considered her.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"But...Edward...what about your wife? Will it not hurt her if somehow she finds out about me?"</span></span>she asked gently. She worried that the topic would upset Edward, but it was a valid concern.