After the Harvest (Airindel & Lirliel)
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				Title: <strong>After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 05:44:42</strong>
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				<em>Ford's Creek<br>Maine, United States of America<br>1862</em><br><br>It was no more than a village, Ford's Creek, consisting of thirty families or thereabout; the community was one of agriculture, cattle and crops, yet boys and men alike fished in the creek, deep murky waters that curved through the village and became flush with the river that hugged the land, the shores. On occasion, an artist would wander into the village, the beauty captivating him be it the nature, the lush ancient willows, the river, or the buildings and the sprawling flower beds that were always pristine at least those that lined the dirt streets of the main road. <br><br>Ford's Creek. It had been home to the prestigious Ford Family, generations dating back for over a century, and it seemed that the community centred around them, their farm, but there were others who were of importance: a physician, a teacher, the flour mill owner, the tavern and hotel owner, a merchant. No one was more equal then the next, not in God's eye, yet people and God had different perceptions.<br><br>Five years prior, Abigail Ford, the only daughter of Abraham Ford, was wedded to the minister; it had been a promise from the community that on the acquisition a minister, a house would be build and offered to him, and land, and a bride. Who the bride would be, there had been no doubt, yet no one had told Abigail for her heart belonged to another, a man of little financial worth, yet a man of good heart: Benjamin. Somewhere, some how, Benjamin had disappeared five years prior; his tenant farm abandoned, and no trace of his presence ever to be seen again, or heard. It was like Benjamin had not existed, and although Abigail wept, fell into misery, months later she had the duty of marrying a minister that she had little adoration for, let alone kindness.<br><br>The minister, James Bennett, was more than a decade older, perhaps even two, a man that drew close to the age of forty years, and who had a near grown son, Adam. No difference did this make for the pastor, not a morsel, for other than saving the souls of the community, stirring the fear of eternal damnation into the populace, little did James Bennett say or do; life was distant with him, aloof, and the season of winter seemed warmer by comparison to the pastor's company. At least that was what Abigail thought, still thought,&nbsp; despite the five years of marriage to him.<br><br>The only joy James Bennett and Abigail Bennett shared was that of their son, Samuel, a little boy birthed from the duty of Abigail to her husband, yet Samuel drowned three years ago. Abigail had never been the same, and to a degree, James had softened emotionally towards her, and believed it best that they try to conceive another child.<br><br><em>One child, one babe, should not be consider substitution for Samuel.</em> It was an argument made, presented by Abigail, but hardly would James listen and with rigidity, Abigail rested under James as he rutted atop of her; their nightgown and nightshirt lifted to only expose the necessary flesh. The ropes that supported the mattress squeaked and moaned and sighed for the couple that never could or would; passion could not be birthed between the two, nor love. Those emotions had died with Samuel, and for Abigail, prior to that with Benjamin.<br><br>“Be safe.” They were the last words Abigail bestowed on her husband James, and her stepson, Adam, before the two left early in the morning in dawn's wake. An elderly man in the county next was ill, upon his death bed, and he wished for James company; Adam had been a shadow of his father, his will to study the bible and be a man of God. Why, Abigail did not know, and would not wish it upon any individual, but she did not protest Adam's choice. Like father, like son.<br><br>As Abigail stood on the porch, and watched the wagon roll down the street, heard the fading of clomping hooves, there was a sense of relief that bathed over her. It was the first time she was utterly alone, to herself, in years it seemed, and the day she would spend at leisure. It was not that she would be idle for she wished no lecture from the men in her life, but that chores would eventually be done, that there was no hurry for them to be done, and she would dine the evening meal with her parents. It seemed to be a luxury, and when an hour had passed after James' departure, Abigail stole upwards to their bedroom, and dared to sleep a little longer.<br><br>The front door she had closed, and locked, but the side door near the dining room, close to the staircase, it remained open. The screen door allowed the drift of cooler air into the house, and offered a slice of serene scenery; the river could be seen, and the willow trees that bowed to it. With that serenity, Abigail drifted into a light sleep; her body covered with a knitted afghan, and there she did not stir.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 16:59:23</strong>
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				<em>Ford's Creek<br>Maine, United States of America<br>1862</em><br><br>Benjamin Anderson knelt down besides the small cobbling river, the water was quite cool for the time of year and he unsheathed the sharp knife from his boot. "Time to pay her a visit..", he mumbled softly, tenderly he reached out and started to scrape across his wet face, small patches of hair falling into the river and washing it's way down.<br><br>After five minutes he stood up and ran his fingers across his cheeks, that was at least done, Benjamin had been strangely fortunate that he had avoided the minister since they had both crossed the same road, though Benjamin an hour earlier, he dusted off the clothes he wore.<br><br>They were.. more then likely the most he had, a pair of strong dark green britches, a white shirt and a black waist-coat over that. Coupled with a pair of dark boots he looked more like a highway robber, or well used to with his beard, now he looked somewhat more himself.<br><br>He closed his eyes and stretched his arms out, loosening the muscles in his shoulders as he walked into the small hamlet of Ford's Creek, he had been a farmer there once, before he was driven off by Abigail's father, the cruel man had found out about his wife. For a moment Benjamin stopped walking, he could still see her. Twisting in her bed, screaming at him that he was a vile foul thing, that she would kill him. He saw the blood from the small child she had killed, he shook his head clear. Not now.<br><br>He pressed on, after his forced departure Benjamin had kept close contact with Isa, a young woman also living in town the day he was sent away, she had written him last week where Abigail lived in town, today, Benjamin was walking into town, acting like nothing was strange, which honestly it wouldn't be, since most of the farmers didn't know him and those that did thought him to be another.<br><br>Still he quietly opened the side door, open as always like Isa said, he gulped softly and slipped in. He could smell the beautiful scent that was his Abigail, slowly he rose up the stairs, leaving a small trail of mud before opening the door to the bedroom, his breath nearly stocked, "..Abigail..", he whispered breathlessly as he stared at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 05:32:12</strong>
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				Stayed she was, still, near lifeless. Abigail was nothing more than a pale beauty of hardly any equal amongst the community, or county, resting upon the large four poster bed: luxurious white cotton linens billowed around her light curvaceous form encasing her in an aura of purity. Above the bed, a heavy engraved crucifix of dark wood, that of cherry, hung, clung to the flowered wallpaper, and overlooked the marital bed of the pastor, and his bride. No favour had it blessed them with, none that Abigail would recognize, and after little Samuel's death, she had been plagued with fits of sleep entwined with needless worries and weeping and nightmares; no ease of mind or heart it the crucifix allow or grant despite the hours of prayer forced upon her.<br><br>Breathing was shallow, and sleep undisturbed, light, and with the breathy noise of her name resounding in the quaint master bedroom, it caused Abigail to stir. A hand delicately lifted to her cheek; fingers idly strayed across her skin, her brow, and the littlest of whimpers purred from the depths of her throat. Fragments, slivers of time slipped by and mirrored but seconds upon the clock as the voice, the one that addressed her by name, sifted into her mind and drifted in memories that had never been buried or forgotten.<br><br>Eyes fluttered open, orbs of periwinkle blue staring at the ceiling that Abigail had grown accustomed to, had recognized over the years the patterns of cracks within the plaster, the whiteness of it, the few water stains from the leakage within the shingles of the roof. The voice, however, did not belong here, not to her husband or to her stepson, but of someone long cherished, loved, and drawing a ragged breath deep within her body, tears began to well within the depths of her eyes. Vision blurred, and almost immediately trickles of warm droplets slid over her cheeks, and caressed the curves of her ivory&nbsp; skin. <br><br>Terrified she was for Abigail was alone in her bedroom with the Devil himself, a evil entity that claimed the only man whom she loved, and stole her child from her. No mercy was given to torment her soul; relentless it was, that Devil. As her hand reached for the bible upon the table beside the bed, Abigail slowly turned to look at the Devil, and her very breath was momentarily stolen; a gasp heard. “It cannot be.” The words were murmured to herself. “Out! Be gone with you, Devil! Unwanted you are!” Abigail cried out and hurled the bible at the man within the doorway, Benjamin, a man who she feared and believed long dead. <br><br>The holy scriptures thumped against the door, the pages falling into disarray; a scattering of rice paper fluttered through the air, and in that commotion, a glass bottle of holy water followed the path of the bible. It granted her a morsel of time in which Abigail slid free of the bed, tumbled to the floor, and she peered under the bed to stare at muddy boots that had trod in her clean house. Her nose wrinkled, and she wormed and wriggled underneath the bed hoping that it would grant her protection. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 06:24:47</strong>
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				Benjamin's eyes caught sight of her awakening, he saw the soft tears in the corners of her eyes, then he saw it turn to something.. more. Stepping way from Abigail he saw the bible she had suddenly grabbed hold of thrown towards him, the thing thumping the wall, followed by a sprinkling of holy-water from the bottle that also washed over him. But his skin didn't sizzle, he did not explode.<br><br>"Abigail, it is me, come off the floor. I'm not the devil and you know this. Quit this foolishness", he said softly as he started to approach the bed, having already closed the door behind him. Best not let anyone hear the commotion upstairs if they happened to pass by.
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 15:44:35</strong>
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				The thumping of her heart, rapid and heavy, beat against the thinness of her ribcage, drummed with no particular rhythm; breathing fell into slight pants, ragged and shallow, and her eyes widened on not just hearing Benjamin address her, but on seeing the door close and the boots draw closer.<br><br><em>A nightmare</em>.<br><br>It was the only explanation for it, the hallucinations, the reality of the images, or indeed, maybe her James was right, maybe the Devil did walk amongst mankind and tempt them into sin. Certainly it was whispered in her ear many a day and night, Abigail being forced to pray several times a day, forced to listen to the Sunday sermons in progress. Countless times James' fist or palm hit the bible for dramatic purposes, and every time it had made Abigail jump. Perhaps it was to rouse the congregation from sleepiness for it woke Abigail every time, and occasionally it reminded Abigail to mind her husband; reminiscent it was, the sound, of James' hand striking her face to beat the foolishness out of her. Rare did it happen, but Abigail remember all four incidents; all happened in the first year of her marriage, and all were to correct her, guide her.<br><br>A gasp came from her on hearing harsh words from Benjamin, the man whom she had loved dearly, who had abandoned her, and whom she had thought dead. Eyes peered up at him, hardly recognizing her former beau, her former suitor, and her lip trembled with a tide of emotions. “NO!” She cried out, and scurried deeper under the bed, her blonde hair brushing against the ropes that bound the mattress into place. “You're not my Benjamin! He's long dead.” The last of the words were whispered. It was what they had told her, what her father told her, or perhaps <em>he was a no good ruffian, and had no real intention towards you, Abigail. You're better off, and a good man, a proper man, will tend to your womanly needs and make you a wife, make you a mother</em>.&nbsp; “He forgot me.” It was a meek voice full of hurt.
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				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 17:43:11</strong>
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				Benjamin's stride stopped as he neared the bed, hearing what Abigail had to say, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers into fists. "I didn't", he hissed back, his eyes staring at the woman besides the bed. "I was forced away, by your father, he.. he banned me from his land. He threw me out, he threathened to kill me if I ever showed myself again", Benjamin's eyes closed as he breathed deeply, pushing the hate for Abigail's father away.<br><br>"But I'm here now, alive and well, Abigail it is ME", he moved towards her, "Look at my face, look into my eyes, can't you see. Can't you understand!", the man's face was one fraught with desperation, she needed to see him, needed to know it was him.
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 18:19:57</strong>
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				Abigail stole free from being underneath the bed, either being foolishly brave or foolishly stupid, and wide eyed she stared at the man. The words he spoke made little sense for her father was a kind and decent man, had rented land to him to farm and did not speak a word opposed to their courtship. As she studied this man before her, viewing his knuckles whitening as fists were clenched and eased, Abigail also knew it made no sense, Benjamin's disappearance, and with hesitation, the lady rose to her feet and drew near him.<br><br>Trembling fingers gingerly glided to his face, felt his shorn skin, smooth and free of stubble or whiskers, skin that had always been kept clean for her and skin that was always scented of soap. It lacked that scent now, but that was only a minor detail for the bridge of his nose felt the same, looked the same as did his lips, as did his eyes; just older he appeared. “Benjamin.” She breathed out, a torrent of emotions wading inside of her, storming, and her hand raised to slap him. It was a solid blow, and pinkness blossomed on his cheek. “And that is for making me worry needlessly over the years, and for making me weep endless nights, and forever being without you these years.” <br><br>She stepped closer, and brushed a tender kiss upon the skin that appeared angry, that no doubt stung; her body pressing against his, languidly resting on his frame. “They made me marry. They made me try to forget you, but they never realized that you took my heart when I offered it to you years ago.” Tears darted down her face, warm, hot, streaking to her jaw, and curving over her cheeks. She stepped away from him, straightening her skirts, and she peered over her shoulder. “I don't know why you came back, but you shouldn't have, Ben. It'll only make my pain, my love that I still have for you, bitter and deeper in knowing that I am another man's now instead of yours.”
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				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 18:56:10</strong>
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				Benjamin smiled at Abigail as she traced her fingers across his cheek, as she stood before him, older yes, but none the more fair, none the more beautiful. Though her beauty seemed tainted with a hint of sadness, "Abi-", he started to respond, just as he was slapped, his eyes narrowed but he kept it back, he so utterly deserved it and when her body pressed against his, when those tender lips kissed his blossoming red cheek he felt her again. The woman he wanted.<br><br>As he heard her following words though, saw the distance in her eyes he shook his head. "Forget it Abigail.. forget him, we will run, we'll be free. Damn him, damn ourselves in the eyes of God, our love will be strong enough", he said, grabbing her small tender hands. "Come with me Abigail, away, away from all this. Don't you want to be with me", he asked, eyes staring hard into her soft face.
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 17:28:43</strong>
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				Abigail's nose wrinkled at Benjamin's suggestion, winced at the lack of plan, at the carelessness of it all, and she simply shook her head, turning to face the window and drawing the draperies shut. “Running? Is that what you wish of me, Benjamin? To run away with you, to constantly be fleeing, to never rest for I doubt that my father would rest in hunting me down, or my husband, or my son for that matter. You speak whimsically, and I took a vow, Benjamin,” There was a sigh, one that was deep, and one that was full of emotions. There was a hint of longing to steal away with Benjamin, and exasperation at the marriage she was bound within before the eyes of God and the community.&nbsp; Torn she was between duty and love, and a mild nervous laugh, airy and light, slipped from her parted rosebud lips.<br><br>“You don't ask of my well being, or if I have small children, or if I even love my husband. You don't ask of what I desire. You speak of the last five years as if there was no absence between us. Could you not have written? Not send word what-so-ever?” She turned to look at Benjamin, her eyes watering. “Must you be so cruel to me? Do you not think I deserve better then that?” She demanded, feeling faint from their discussion, the realization that Benjamin was alive, and the peculiar circumstance she now found herself. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 06:34:31</strong>
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				Benjamin's eyes seemed to close as he bit back some more anger, "..Abigail", he breathed slowly, moving towards her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I.. I know Abigail, I should have written, but your father would have known. I kept in contact though.. with another farmer here", he said softly, "..She told me what happened to your child, she told me about your marriage of convience"<br><br>"Please sweet Abigail, please, listen to me, I still love you. I have never stopped loving you, my love for you is what drove me away. And what now drew me near, think woman, I could be killed for simply being here", he said, staring into her smooth face.
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 15:30:34</strong>
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				Heat from his hands, his palms that had always been calloused from the use of farming equipment, penetrated through the cloth of her dress and preyed upon her slender shoulders as Benjamin tried to tame her senses into calamity. The words he spoke, if all were previously true regarding her father, were logical, and deep within her, Abigail knew her love never ended where Benjamin was concerned and so how could his towards her?&nbsp; <br><br>“Sam,” Abigail murmured and pressed her forehead against Benjamin's chest, her height not fully reaching his shoulder even if she wore shoes, “My precious Samuel was my joy in this marriage, convenient for all except me.” Fingers curled into Benjamin's shirt, felt the coarse cotton fabric against her skin, her face, and rubbing tears dry that dared to dart down her face upon it, she drank in his scent&nbsp; for long moments before she spoke again. Blue eyes, like the skies of summer, peered up at him rather pleadingly, and lips parted in a longing to kiss him, but that she denied herself. “Even if I do leave with you, Benjamin, if your words are true of my father, do you not think he would look for me? Why shoo you away? Make you leave to begin with for certainly it was not about James for any young woman would have been happy to be a minister's wife.” <br><br>On tip toes Abigail drew herself, stretched herself against him, and lips nearly met. “Tell me, Benjamin, of why my father would do that. Perhaps he would be more reasonable now in regard to your position in life, and that you could stay in town, farm.” Where her thought led her made no compensation for her and Benjamin for she knew James would not divorce her, not create scandal, and to solely have Benjamin as a lover and not live with him seemed wrong.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 19:26:20</strong>
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				Benjamin couldn't help but feel as he did so many nights ago, holding Abigail in his arms, wrapped so closely, their bodies no longer clothed. Joined as they stood in the bedroom, bodies together when she leaned against him. Breathing in deeply he took the chance and silenced Abigail's voice, silenced her questions. Two lips pressed together, his large arms wrapped around her.<br><br>"..Abigail..", he whispered as their lips finally broke, "..come away with me, by the morning's light we'll be halfwhere to anywhere", stroking his fingers through her hair he whispered, "..Forget this life<br>come with me.... where our love will be more then just our names.."<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 03:36:41</strong>
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				A hand, slight and delicate, went to protest the embrace that Benjamin offered Abigail, went to press against his solid chest to push him afar, grant them a sliver of space, and yet somehow in feeling the warmth of his lips resting against hers, that hand only painted a caress over his shirt. Fingers curled into the fabric to hold him near, closer, the hem of her skirt brushing against his breeches and boots, yearning for a deeper and more forbidden kiss then he afforded, a luxury of affection that barely existed within her life. She felt withered and desired to quench that thirst, and yet he broke the embrace. <br><br>Calmed herself, she did, and tried her best to ease the adulterous thoughts and longings within her body and heart. <br><br>Abigail's life barely existed without Benjamin, her heart dying the day he left, the days he never written or sent word by telegram, and life with James, that too was barely an existence. “Do you know what you ask of me, Benjamin?” She inquired, her brow knitting together with a worrisome look. “I just cannot leave, can I?” A brow arched, and her beautiful face ached to weep from the torrid of emotions that plagued her. <br><br><em>To be with Benjamin, the love of one's life...</em><br><br>Tears were wiped away with her pristine apron, and she pointed to the cupboard, shelving built into the one wall, and she sniffled. “Upon the top shelf is a carpet bag. I will need some belongings, clothing at the very least.” A little urgent gasp was heard from her, and her hand clasped over her mouth. “I can't believe I am forsaking my vows that I took before God.” She breathed through her fingers as she tried to collect herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 05:57:24</strong>
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				Benjamin had already walked towards the cupboard, the nice wooden shelving built on the wall. Standing up slightly he wrapped his fingers into the carpet bag before pulling it off, laying it on the bed, as he heard the gasp from her soft delicate mouth he turned towards her. Walking and wrapping his large arms around the beautiful woman, "..We'll be alright Abigail, together, we'll always be together", he whispered against her tender lips. Stroking his fingers along her hair and tucking it back slightly behind her ear. Holding her tenderly, waiting for her to calm herself. Her fear is only normal, he was asking her to come, to run away with him, leaving all this comfort for a life of insecurity, it wasn't normal and thus her fear was right justified.
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 17:51:48</strong>
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				Near the chest of drawers, Abigail stood, her hands searching through an open drawer looking at all of her pressed blouses. Plain they were, and nearly all in white or some other dull colour, all cotton, and then there were the pristine white undergarments. How she became faded,&nbsp; worn of her lustre, Abigail did not know, but it may have been the expectations of being a minister's wife, or a wife in general, and a proper lady within society always having to be charitable. <br><br>The next drawer held her skirts of drab colours, and of drab material. Brown seemed to be prevalent as did a light blue, and until then, until that moment, Abigail hardly minded, but now she sighed. Once long ago when she was being romanced by Benjamin, there were pinks and yellows, patterned fabric that even included silk. There was a sigh, and she moved to pack a few of the clothes into the carpet bag that now neatly was stored on the bed.<br><br>“We can pack a picnic basket of food too. There is no sense of leaving without something for our hunger,” Abigail told Benjamin, felt his closeness near her, his warm, and had they all the time and privacy in the world, she blushed at the idea of him bedding her, making love with her, something that never occurred between, but it was something inevitable. “And I don't have any money. James sees to my expenses, or the community give I'm an upstanding citizen now.” <em>Or was.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 06:24:49</strong>
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				Benjamin nodded softly as he watched his beautiful Abigail pour her dresses into the bag, he saw that she no longer wore the soft spring colors she had once wore with him. He looked away for a moment, then when he looked back and Abigail saw him as well he was looking at the beauty, years before, her hair had been tied into two braids, leading into most of her loose hanging hair. Her pristine body captured in a yellow dress, they had talked for hours.<br><br>Now.. it seemed she favored the more drab colors, he would restore her to those yellow dress moments once more, still when she spoke again his mind flashed back to the here and now. He nodded softly at what Abigail said. "Aye.. but I don't know the lay of this house my dear..", he said softly, ".. money.. I've that, it's not much, a mere fifty dollars. But, it should be sufficient for a while"
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				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 02:19:35</strong>
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				The bag was packed, clothes neatly folded inside, her white linen gown for sleeping on top, but before she closed it, she tucked a few treasures deep inside of it: toys that had been the favourite of Samuel's, and a decorative trinket box that held a lock of Samuel's hair. “I'm certain that fifty dollars will take care of us for some time. Many would consider it wealthy, Benjamin.” Abigail added, and looked around the room. “And gladly, I shall pack us a picnic basket of assortments that I have in the pantry.” She looked at Benjamin, his eyes studying her with a lost look held within his gaze, and she had to wonder what he was thinking of, what stirred in his mind, his thoughts, yet she dared not ask out of fear that she would lose her bravery, or foolishness, in abandoning her present life for something unknown and scandalous.<br><br>“Perhaps we can take a wool blanket, or a quilt, or both, for heaven knows the air does chill at night and we cannot constantly stay at inns or the money, indeed, will vanish.” She smiled thinking of how they found Mr. Smith's barn as shelter from a thunderstorm many years ago, and how they were isolated in the building that was airy yet protective. “Perhaps both would be wise. We could either roll them up and strap them together with leather bindings making it easier to carry, or another bag. What do you think? I wish not to burden you with my belongings, but it just seems prudent, Ben.” The last of the words were said with softness, hinted at a love she still had for him, and a blush curled along her check for so often she had whispered his name within her mind as James took to the duty of a husband, rutting his hips and pelvis against hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 05:57:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We'll take both the blanket and the quilt, they are easily enough tied to my back", he said with a smile, he had his own traveling bag as well, still swung across his shoulder and hanging on to his side. There wasn't much in it, the money, some tobacco and a few pieces of bread. "And you are not burdening me with anything, besides your love that is", he whispered, winking softly at Abigail as she said his name. He slowly walked towards her, oh how he wanted to claim her. How he wanted to kiss her soft and delicate lips, stroke his fingers through her hair, feel the sweat from her naked body as they made love.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail smiled at Benjamin's words, and as he approached, she turned in time to present the carpet bag between them, something separating their bodies, something physical and real or else she feared that suppressed longings would overwhelm her, or them, and their discovery by a neighbour or somebody else who would call upon her. Eyes met, held a gaze of desire for seconds, and immediately Abigail averted her eyes. <br><br>“The linens are in the upstairs hall closet. If you could take a blanket and quilt, and wrap them, I could prepare the basket of food.” Abigail said, a little smile curving her lips, and she stepped away from him to walk out of the room and down the flight of stairs; skirts were raised and in stocking feet, she carried herself to the kitchen. <br><br>There, she took the time to lace her boots, fingers looping the black ribbons and tying a bow when the streams of light from the sun were blocked in the doorway. Abigail peered up, the blonde tresses framing her face, and there stood a neighbour holding a tin of apple tarts.<br><br>“Oh, there you are dear!” Mrs. Jones bellowed out in a sing song voice. “The girls and I are having a day of baking, and we wanted to know if you'd like to join us. We've apple tarts! Yum yum!” A large smile pierced the round face of Mrs. Jones, and Abigail smoothed her skirt. <br><br>“I would love to, Mrs. Jones,” Abigail assured her and went to wash her hands, fingers wrapping around the handle of the pump to produce cool water. “And I shall come mid morning, my dear, for I do have chores and laundry.”<br><br>Mrs. Jones placed the tin of apple tarts upon the table. “Oh, such good fortune, indeed! The girls will be thrilled. We'll see you later.” Mrs. Jones waddled out the door, and Abigail closed her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:44:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Courteous of Benjamin as well to stop moving the moment he heard voices beneath, he had been working on wrapping the quilt into the blanket and tying it together with some rope to the large carpet bag before hanging it across his chest and his shoulders, a nice strong pack on his shoulders which he could still fit through the door.<br><br>Slowly he moved down towards the kitchen, moving his feet gingerly after he heard the voices go away, "Abigail?", he whispered softly, looking out along the lower part of the floor. Lets hope not much more would come visiting his lovely woman. They had been fortunate that Benjamin had still been upstairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 16:19:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The picnic basket rested on the wooden table in the kitchen, a table that was scrubbed clean after every meal preparation for it was an area to work; the dining room is where the family took the meals. “It is safe, Ben, and we've fresh apple tarts if you wish to eat a light fare for breakfast.” Abigail hissed out in a whisper towards the stairs, and then she stepped onto the porch that granted access to the kitchen. She took in the view, saw the near empty dirt roads, a few farmers working fields, and then the river. <br><br>Abigail stepped inside, and went to the pantry. She would pack preserves, bread, cheese, ham, tarts and some fruits before the two would set off in an unknown journey. “The town will come to life soon, and best we soon leave or people will become suspicious of me leaving with a stranger, seeing us together.”&nbsp; Abigail walked to the front door knowing it was locked, and she took her shawl and bonnet from the peg readying herself to leave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 16:39:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben nodded softly at Abigail as he picked the picknick basket from her table, standing besides the door, his eyes turned towards the beautiful young woman. "..Thank you for trusting me Abigail", he whispered tenderly, before kissing her cheek and moving towards the door. "We can cut through the woods easily enough, my horses should still be there..", he said with a wink.<br><br>Slowly but surely they came to the clearing where Ben had stayed before, indeed there had been horses there, the ground was somewhat eaten, but the horses were no where in sight. Benjamin hissed. "Dammit..", he mumbled, "..no horses..", he shook his head. "I'm sorry Abigail.. they must have been stolen.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 18:13:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Under the shade of the bare trees she stood, Abigail looking rather blankly at Benjamin, her eyes not straying from his gaze. “Stolen? That is outrageous, Ben! It's a hanging offense.” The last of the words were whispered as if it were a crime to speak, or if somebody might overhear them in the woods. There was also the idea of being watched, that somebody with ill intentions was lurking near, and she rubbed her arms as a chill raced over her skin and needled at her spine ruthlessly, and without hesitation.<br><br>Abigail turned to look about, circled, to try and get her bearings, but she was not well versed in the forested areas for the last time she played in the thicket of trees was when she was but a child, or when she went for strolling walks when being courted by Ben. “Perhaps the bindings worked loose. Perhaps the horses are still around straying through the trees.” A brow was arched at Ben, and a gentle smile given. “Should we look for them, or not bother, and continue our journey to wherever on foot?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 18:36:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben shook his head, "Best we don't, It'll be late now before we ever reach Johnstown and we'll need to get going soon", he shook his head again, "I don't want to be in the woods when it gets dark, can you walk well with the shoes you have on?", he asked her, knowing full well the length that it was to walk from where they were to Johnstown, the place where he had stayed the last two days. The place where he had also stolen the two horses from, perhaps somebody just reclaimed them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 16:53:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail knew better then to question Benjamin, or rather over the years while married to James, she learned not to question her husband, learned that obedience was best for it caused less strife, less verbal reprimands, and she cared not for the threat of a beating. Blue eyes simply stared at Benjamin, blinked once or twice, and then her head placidly nodded. “Of course, Benjamin.” Were her words, and when an inquiry was made regarding her footwear, she smiled. “My shoes are fine. I've had them for awhile now, and they are comfortable. I see no issue or need to replace them.” Little money had been spent on her needs or wants or requirements in the last five years. It was how she started wearing drab colours for the material was less expensive, and she wore her footwear until the leather sole was rubbish. No one looked at the feet of the minister's wife save for herself, and James also assured her that she ought to be thankful.<br><br>“If it starts to grow dark while we are in the woods, it's best that we stop and make some sort of camp or shelter, I suppose. I'm rather not used to walking on forest floor, not any more, and the pace may be slower.” She admitted, and adjusted the picnic basket within her hands. “Shall we then?”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:23:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin stared at Abigail for a moment and shook his head, "You can speak your mind.. I always liked that about you", he whispered, cupping her chin, "I'm not your husband", he said softly. Before turning around, he stared into the woods. "I still know these woods, lets go Abigail", he said softly before striding off. They made good head-way, but as they came to the half-point, the night began to set in.<br><br>The clearing Benjamin had found would do well, a small rocky outcrop was perfect for making a shelter under. "Perhaps you can set up the camp.. I'll gather wood for a fire", he said smiling at her, before striding off into the woods, if she didn't stop him that is.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail looked at the outcrop and although it would protect them from a northern wind and from rain, the ground would be uncomfortable. As Benjamin disappeared into the woods, Abigail set the picnic basket down and cleared a little area free of stones and rocks. There she piled leaves, arms full of leaves, none that were wet or rotting, but those that recently fell from the trees. It took her away, and she couldn't help but remember as a child of how they stacked leaves and then jumped in them, but this was for softness to sleep upon; the wool blanket she laid down upon it, and the quilt would cover them. Between that, the camp fire and their body warmth, Abigail guessed they would be warm enough and comfortable enough. <br><br>A plump black squirrel chattered at her as she put stones in circles, plenty of stones to keep the fire from spreading, and other than that, she didn't truly know what to do. She rubbed her hands together, ridding of most of the dirt, but hardly was it the same as washing up. She pondered if there was a stream nearby, but dared not to venture to find one. Alone, she waited for Benjamin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 20:51:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin returned shortly, his arms filled with twigs and branches, also a small bit of fluff, carved from a local tree. He smiled as he pushed the twigs first, breaking and bending a few, the fluff between them. "A good camp don't you think", he said, smiling at Abigail as he drew out his flint-knife, putting it besides the fire, the first three strokes didn't do anything, but the fourth caught fire, slowly it was a good solid fire. Burning comfortably and controllably, "..Hmm..", he said, leaning back against the out-crop's mosspacked 'wall', "It's soft enough to lay against", he said to Abigail, smiling softly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 21:29:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I reckon it may be if that is where you prefer, Benjamin.” Abigail said as she watched him lean back against the wall of the outcrop. “I'm planning, however, to rest on the bed I made though.” She informed him, and had it been five years ago, or even six, she would have suggested that he join her but with the years gone by, she was a little hesitant and less bold. <br><br>Close to the fire she sat, the comfort of the warmth crawling through her worn clothes of the day. The chill began to leave her and she took liberty to open up the picnic basket. “Would you care for something to eat? I'm near starving, almost feeling faint.” In retrieving a plate, Abigail put some slices of ham upon it, all that she cut up at home, and then slices of cheese and bread. She handed it to Benjamin before she made her own, and of less food. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2009, 05:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin did accept the food that Abigail offered as she gave it to him, there was indeed something different about her. That spark of fire in her, it had been buried. But like all sparks, they could often simmer and burn slowly before being stoked into a fire. His eyes followed her making her own sandwich, less food on this. He moved his hand to hers as she attempted to pick it up to eat, "You need your own strength as much as I do Abigail", he said softly, before opening her upper part of the bread and putting a extra spread on it. "And I do intend to bed down next to you, I simply wished to say, the moss is good for laying against now..", he said softly, his fingers stroking along Abigail's arm. His eyes staring into hers, for a moment.. he could imagine seeing her blond hair 'burning' in the light of the fire, his body atop of hers, they're kisses as bodies rolled along, voices cried out. He smiled as he pulled back his hand, "..now, eat", he said grinning before leaning back against the moss, biting down on the sandwich.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 18:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail felt a blush crawl across her pale face to darken her skin making her feel heated, warm, and all from the words spoken to her and the caress along her arm. Never did she eat much any more, trying to regain her figure prior to the conception of her son, and although her husband never commented on it, Adam had. Vanity had made her eat less, and when Adam noticed, he lectured her upon the sin. Either way, she was susceptible to the sin of gluttony or vanity. Either way, she could not win.<br><br>“I'm not used to eating so much, Ben,” Abigail told him, trying to avoid the thought of nightfall, of his body being close to hers. It was the only comment she made regarding the food, and she bit into the sandwich. As she chewed and swallowed rather mechanically, taking little nibbles, she finally wiped her mouth free of any crumbs. “Do you think there is a brook nearby? It would be nice to wash up if possible.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 19:05:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin stared at Abigail shaking his head, "There is a brook, but night is soon approaching and we can't leave the food alone, nor each other", he moved a bit closer to her, putting his arms around her waist, "..what are you afraid off", he whispered into her ear, with his closeness she could feel the warmth coming from his body, slowly warming hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 01:11:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“What am I afraid of?” Abigail repeated the words that Benjamin had spoken albeit she sounded dumbfounded at the question.<br><br>At first, she stared at her food, the half eaten sandwich, and putting it aside, wrapping it in a napkin for tomorrow's breakfast, she curled against Ben. Feet drew up close to her body, and she leaned against his arm while staring into the fire. “Am I afraid, Benjamin? A little, I suppose. When all of those whom you loved are gone, when you no longer have cherished possessions, very little matters and you know no fear.” She adjusted her shawl and closed her eyes adapting to the feel of Benjamin's body once more against her, something she had not felt in years, and deeply she inhaled.<br><br>“That was my life without Samuel, without you, but now you are here with me, and I must wonder what life was like for you during those years, and I must wonder when this little sliver of heaven will shatter once more.” She opened her eyes, and looked at the man she had always loved. “I don't think I could endure losing you again.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:02:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin's eyes remained on hers as he allowed her to come closer to him, both psychically and mentally, their bodies stretching towards each-other, Benjamin wrapping his large arms around her smooth body as he breathed in softly. "You won't..", he whispered into her ear, "I did have a hard life after I left. But that is over now, the past is behind us.. this sliver of heaven will blossom into a life", he whispered into her ear, his lips slowly coming towards her neck. Already a slight stubble on his lips as he kissed her neck, fingers stroking her smooth arms. "We'll rebuild our lives my love..", he whispered tenderly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 15:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A chill curved down Abigail's spine, made her skin tingle with sensations she had not felt in years, and a memory tugged though her mind of past feelings regarding subtle soft kisses and longings that accompanied them. The stubble that etched lightly along her skin, her neck, created the rush of feelings, a rush of heat that made Abigail shift and squirm beside him for her skin prickled with a rise of goosebumps. &nbsp;“Ben,” She breathed out, turning to him, her forehead pressing against his rough cheek as she watched his hands stroke her arms. &nbsp;“Perhaps we can go some place unknown to us, and disappear from here, not exist and start anew as it should have been for us. I heard that Carolina was nice, and Georgia. We could still be by the coast.” She offered as a suggestion, snuggling closer to him, and staring into the fire. Had been been bold, or braver, she would have kissed Benjamin, but resting beside him that night under the quilt, under the canopy of the woods, she believed there would be ample time and opportunity to bestow affection.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 06:01:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin nodded softly, "Georgia does seem nice and as you say, we'll still be near the coast, since I know how you love it", he said gently, his hand once more stroking across her soft arm, staring into her eyes. "We'll start our new life Abigail", he whispered against her lips before gently kissing her, a tentative kiss, though, if she did not bat him away, he'd quickly become more firm against her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 19:24:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail felt the reassuring words caress against her lips, and then the kiss upon her lips that was equally as soft. Gradually, however, the kiss became firmer, more hungry, more passionate, and she stayed herself not out of fear of Benjamin, but from a faded blossom of love that once had flourished between them. Timid she was, being a married woman, having a sense of loyalty and duty to James, that minister who offered her little companionship let alone love, and Abigail believed that it stemmed from the idea of society, that man and woman ought to remain loyal. <br><br><em>But was it natural?</em> <br><br>Nothing was natural about James, or his son, Adam, and her. They were like strangers living together, her and James at best living as good friends, and rare it was that he could ignite heat within Abigail to want for him. Her and Benjamin, however, that was a different matter. The only odd thing between them had been his disappearance for the last few years, otherwise...<br><br>“You won't ever leave me again, will you, Benjamin?” Abigail whispered, caressing his cheek, feeling the velvet prickles of whiskers against the palm of her hand before seeking to take another kiss from his lips. “Promise me.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 06:53:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin's eyes moved towards hers, his soft warm eyes as they stared into Abigail's, into those still worrying eyes as she whispered so tenderly, feeling her fingers he captured them from his cheek. Kissing her palm softly, "I will never leave you again Abigail, our life will now be bound together, I promise you this my love", he said tenderly, before leaning in once more, kissing her, with more force, more hunger now, those sweet words of Abigail stoking the fire in his chest.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 02:00:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“Never is a long time.” The words Abigail spoke were whispered against Benjamin's lips, the breathe tickling against his skin, the supple flesh that pressed against her own begging hungrily for more, and nearly demanding it. Eyes closed, the illusion of darkness and serenity, that of being alone, surrounded Abigail and embraced her. It sought to lessen her inhibitions, to seduce her from the enfolds of a loveless marriage, and to give herself to the man whom she adored, craved, loved, worshiped for years. It was a chance, an opportunity to indulge and take something that should have been hers, would have been hers, and that very knowledge coaxed her to succumb to Benjamin's affection.<br><br>Intimately, fingers knitted and weaved across his chest, felt the muscles underneath the bulk of a coat and shirt, and those very hands and fingers glided to his face to cup whisker adorned cheeks. “Benjamin.” His name was spoken as she gasped for air, and deepened the kisses between them, her mouth parting slightly to taste his flesh, his velvet lips, and as her tongue dared to graze his softly, her blue eyes opened to peer into his, drowning in their depths.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 07:22:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin knew that indeed never meant there lives, but he did not truly care, he would stay with her, with the woman that he loved and cared for until his dying day. His fingers now slowly wrapped themselves around Abigail, pulling her closer as they kissed, his lips opening as he ran his tongue across hers. Slowly starting to lower her onto the blanket, his eyes staring into hers as he slowly ran one of his hands down her smooth belly. Then tenderly ran up her thigh, "..Abigail", he whispered softly, she could feel him, all of him as he rubbed against her. His body was at fever-pitch, so long had he dreamed of this day.. and now that it was here, his body burned for Abigail, more then ever before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 14:57:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Plenty of times, too many to think about, too many to count over the five years, had Abigail been upon her back uncomfortably nestled and ground against the tick mattress, her husband determined and dedicated to the task at hand of sewing his seed within her. Mechanical, it had been, the motions of which would produce an heir between the married couple, but with Benjamin, there was a heat within, a wishful pining that had not been fulfilled, and no awkwardness was there with him. Abigail, yes, for she struggled between her duty of wife, that commitment she vowed before family and friends and God to her husband, and losing herself to Benjamin, willingly accepting a love that was inevitable. It was fear that was instilled in her, fear of burning in hell, fear of disappointing her family and society, but as it were, Benjamin loved her, that she felt, and alone in the woods they were. The forest enveloped them with privacy, supplied the supple leaves to rest upon, and as Abigail reclined, her blonde locks of hair pooled beneath her.<br><br>Benjamin's hands heated her, caressed warmth over her belly, her limbs, and as they painted a caress upon her thigh, sensations of wantonness rooted within Abigail. Flushed she felt, selfish in wanting pleasure, and for a moment her eyes stared at the baring branches that tickled the evening sky. As a remembrance, Abigail thought of all those times when Benjamin would hold her hand, stroke a caress over her arm, her shoulder, her lower back, rain kisses upon her face and lips, and the slick silken dew that gathered along her delicate feminine folds bathed her undergarments in a moisture that was unexplainable until she was married, and now, those simple touches, toyed with her as they had long ago. <br><br>“So long you have waited patiently for me, so many opportunities you could have claimed when we were sweethearts,” Abigail breathed out, her fingers seeking the buttons upon her blouse to loosen them. “But I do not want to belong to you while clothed. I want to feel your skin against mine like when we used to steal away and go for a swim in the creek.” The broach on the neck of her blouse was taken off, and freeing herself of the blouse, of the chemise, the cooler air soon rushed around her bare skin as fingers began to unclasp the bodice of the corset. <br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: After the Harvest (Airindel &amp; Lirliel)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lirliel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2009, 21:06:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me..", he whispered against her hot skin, his eyes shining with a barely contained hunger for her. His body warm and still tender as he moved against her, when she told him she wanted him bare, against her own bare body he smiled. Kissing her neck as it was revealed, his fingers quickly taking over for Abigail, undoing her clothing and finally revealing her chest, he smiled before kissing between her breasts, rubbing them both tenderly, his fingers, while calloused, felt good as he rubbed them, kneaded and slightly tweaked both her nipples.<br><br>The rest of her clothing was just as quick to go, leaving her bare for his fingers to stroke across, "Now.. you may undress me..", he said, his eyes shining with humor as he waited for her to begin, he wanted her to want him, to tear his clothes from his body. Still he worked his fingers up and down her body, squeezing here and there, a soft stroke, a tender flick.
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