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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 6, 2016 19:41:51 GMT -5
She fought him only for a moment until her fighting was grasping. She clasped him against her and let loose the fear and torment his near death had caused her. She sobbed against him pulling him closer and hitting him occasionally, her emotions far too volatile to make sense of.
"You died!" she accused him, "You were blown to pieces in front of me!" she hit him once and then broke down into tears. Slowly reality forced its way into her panic and she was merely holding onto him.
"You can't." she told him, "I can't lose you." she looked up at him, her eyes still watery, "It's all true, every stupid sappy thing I said, It's not how I would say it, but it's true. I can't do this without you Christian. I don't want to."
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 6, 2016 22:10:40 GMT -5
Christian held her tight despite her thrashing and hitting him. Every time she struggled his grip tightened around her until Diana was sobbing into his chest. He understood her apparent anger as a release for the passionate feelings she held for him. He let her beat on him for as long as she needed until she confessed her sins to him.
He loved her just as passionately and on top of everything else it killed him to make her feel this way. "I know," he answered simply.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 6, 2016 22:30:07 GMT -5
Her breathing steadied as she pulled herself together. She let him comfort her not sure that she would be able to stand if he weren't holding her. After a few minutes she pulled back from him and brought her hand to his cheek as though she were remembering the planes and edges. She couldn't fathom loving a man more than she loved him.
"If you die on me Christian Ward, I will kill you." she said sentimentally before grabbing his hand and leading him to the shower. They were covered in ash, dirt, and blood, Diana needed to check for his bumps and bruises.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 6, 2016 22:49:32 GMT -5
Christian chuckled at her threat, knowing Diana would find some way to make good on it if need be. He teased her back as she drug him to the shower. "I suppose I have to make the same threat to you, Diana Crawford. Or is it Diana Ward now?" he asked with an evil glint in his eye.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 6, 2016 23:06:25 GMT -5
She paused when he used her married name, then gave him a look, "If you're well enough to tease me, you're well enough." she smiled at him ignoring his comment. She was too happy that he was alive to wound him further.
She disrobed then assisted him in doing the same, checking for any serious injury, then for less serious injuries. She healed each as she went along with basic to advanced charms. When she was finished she brought them under the water.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 6, 2016 23:12:53 GMT -5
Christian made comments as she checked him over, some more flirtatious than others. As she pushed him under the water Christian asked, "am I gonna make it, nurse?" He then pulled her under the water with him and kissed her, not minding that she was covered in blood and ash.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 6, 2016 23:20:46 GMT -5
She kissed him in return and the water hid the new tears that were falling, but it couldn't hide the salty taste.
She was still coming to grips with what she had seen. She was so sure she had lost him in the explosion it seemed surreal to have him standing there with her. Just as she would accept the reality that he was alive she would see the explosion in her mind all over again.
Suddenly her desire shifted, she pulled at him with renewed force. There was one way reality could penetrate her disbelief and she meant to have that reassurance from him.
She was just as desperate as she had been earlier, but the desperation was different. This time her desperation hindered her and she grew frustrated. Raw passion wasn't working.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 6, 2016 23:50:27 GMT -5
Christian responded in kind when Diana pulled at him and urged him on. The emotions he felt were heightened by their shared sense of near loss and the swinging axe of death that seemed to loom over them even now. He attacked her like a wild animal, hungry for the connection they shared.
It took longer for Christian to notice the disconnect, but he came around to it eventually. He slowed, making an effort to excite her. His focus had shifted from consuming her to pleasing her. Diana was his one goal for the remainder of their day.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 7, 2016 0:05:02 GMT -5
Ordinarily Diana had no problem keeping with Christian's pace, she often met him round for round, but it wasn't the pace that had her distracted, it was the loss. The idea that if he had been just a second slower than he was he wouldn't be there with her, neither of them would be there. The damn thought kept intruding into what was a very intimate moment.
But as he slowed his actions in tune with her emotions her eyes landed on his. He was alive, he was very much alive. She kept her eyes on him and her body began to respond, accepting him in the way it always had.
It wasn't the moment for sappy confessions or revelations, but her expression said everything that needed to be said.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 7, 2016 0:33:32 GMT -5
Their shower did little to wash away the grime from their disastrous encounter with the assassin, but it did wonders for renewing their connection. Christian found he needed a second shower to actually clean himself before he joining Diana on the bed.
They had left the ship sometime in the evening near Sydney, and returned home to London in the morning. It was an odd time change to become accustomed to but their day had already been full by 9am. After they had fallen asleep together Christian woke with terrible hunger pains. The only thing he had consumed all day was four glasses of scotch and a glass of bourbon Diana had angrily refused that Australian morning.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 7, 2016 0:45:58 GMT -5
Diana clung to him once he joined her in bed. She gave herself the night to get over his near death experience. But she barely slept that night at all. Their connection had been restored, but their problems were far from gone. Diana decided that she had been selfish to keep the news from him. She had wanted to solve their problems or have a solution in hand before approaching him, but that wasn't fair. It wasn't solving their problems together, and reflecting back to much of their fighting and anger the past few weeks she realized that Christian was acting with the information he had, it wasn't fair to judge him when she was keeping such a vital secret. One that probably would have changed the way he behaved.
She thought of the other reasons she hadn't told him yet, but most of it was fear. Diana refused to live with more fear.
She felt him stirring and groaned, "Is that your stomach or mine?"
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 7, 2016 0:59:13 GMT -5
"Either way, I'm making breakfast," he answered as he pulled his arm from under her and dragged himself from the bed. He was still tired, but his hunger had won out. Christian moved to the dresser and pulled a pair of sweatpants out. He had obliged Diana previously in naked cooking but to scalding results. He wouldn't attempt the adventure again.
"Requests?" Christian was too hunger at the moment, if given the opportunity he would likely eat the entire contents of the house. It was safer to have Diana choose.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 7, 2016 1:05:36 GMT -5
"Pancakes." she said definitively as her stomach demanded, "Waffles." she added sitting up. Her brow furrowed, "Maybe some bacon." she bit her lip and stood up sliding his shirt on and pulling her hair from the neckline, "And some eggs." She came up behind him wrapping her arms around his waist, "Steak?" she asked with a small laugh. She was starving too.
She slapped his rear end for a change and headed downstairs.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 7, 2016 1:39:58 GMT -5
Christian sighed as he smirked at her, shaking his head in mock disappointment. "Useless," he teased. "Go get the paper, he said as he headed into the kitchen.
Diana wanted just as much food as he did, if not more. And Christian was happy to oblige. He decided on most of her suggestions making plates of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. The breakfast table could hardly be seen beneath all the food.
"No steak," he said against her ear as he set the last plate on the table.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 7, 2016 1:45:34 GMT -5
Diana left to do as he bid bringing the paper inside. They were back to their normal routine. She started the coffee and began reading the paper while he cooked. Of course she could never concentrate when he was cooking since she enjoyed the view so much.
His lips against her ear caused a shiver to go down her spine. How was it possible to crave a man so much she wondered.
"We'll manage." she said a little breathy. Her eyes lit up at the feast in front of her. She teased him, "This marriage thing might not be so bad at all."
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 7, 2016 2:09:46 GMT -5
He gave her a look as she commented on their being married again. He wasn't settled on the idea, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He did love Diana, that wasn't the problem. He just wasn't sure that he would ever marry anyone. Within only a few months he found himself married with a kid.
Christian looked past her for the paper, which she once again kept on her side of the table. "Just once you could put the paper where I can reach it," he admonished lightly.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 7, 2016 2:16:57 GMT -5
She glanced up from the paper and smiled then motioned to another paper neatly folded on his side of the table. "Ahead of you." she sipped her tea, "I used the doubling charm for the paper, but this means you'll miss out on my clever opinions." she teased.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 7, 2016 2:46:55 GMT -5
"Such a loss," he teased as he picked up the paper and found the economy section. They read the paper and ate in amicable silence, the picture of domestic romance which they fought so hard against.
Christian was reading the latest on a new trade deal between England and Greece when he suddenly remembered a very important scene from their wedding night. Christian had made his pledge of monogamy amid promises of love, and Diana promised to love, cherish, and obey. Christian looked over the top of his paper at her, curious to see if her vows would be as stringent as his were.
"Diana, give me that shirt." He watched her from behind his paper, knowing his shirt was the only thing she was wearing.
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Post by Diana Ward on Nov 7, 2016 2:54:41 GMT -5
Diana was more or less wondering how to broach the subject with him. It was a lot to throw on a man, it was a lot to throw on her. In less than two months he had gone from ignorant bliss to being a father, being a lover, being in love, being a husband, being bonded, forced faithfulness, and now she was going to add fatherhood all over again, but the real kind that involved dirty diapers and sleepless nights.
She was distracted by her thoughts when he asked for her shirt, her brow furrowed, "You're usually better at seducing me out of my clothes." she teased in return not taking him seriously.
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Post by Christian Ward on Nov 7, 2016 3:37:04 GMT -5
Christian pouted behind his paper as Diana did not obey his command. Maybe their vows weren't as strict as they believed them to be. Christian didn't want to be with anyone other than Diana, but having the option forcefully removed from him was not a pleasant discovery. Perhaps he needed to test out the strength of his vows down at the Windmill Club in Soho.
"I'm tired. Shut up," he responded harshly in turn for her teasing. He was annoyed that it hadn't worked and the fact that she was still clothed wasn't helping his mood.
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