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Angel of Mercy - Silk The sun had broken the horizon, creating a pallet of yellow and orange in the sky above. He sat back in the weatherworn chair on his deck, staring absently past the long shadows stretched before him, and watched the ocean ebb and flow over the golden sands. He had already been awake for nearly an hour; his dreams haunted by a face that he longed to see, even for just one more time. It had been months since she visited him, yet he could still almost pick out the spot on the beach where they had made love. He wouldn’t have even believed that it had ever happened, had it not been for the silver anklet she left behind. He looked down at his hands, where the silver chain now encircled his wrist, and sighed. Then again, as it had for the past few months, a song entered his mind, and he began to play it on the guitar he held in his lap. Every time he thought of her, he thought of a new song. And when he played, he felt his loneliness disappear. He knew she had brought this gift to him, although he didn’t understand how, and he wished there was some way he could thank her. He had begun venturing out to his cabin more and more often, in the hopes of seeing her again. The other guys were concerned initially, but when he came back with a new song almost every time, they became more accepting and even encouraged him to stay out at the coast. He wasn’t about to explain to them the real reason. But after so long without seeing her, his treks to the cabin became more of a habit than anything else, and he chalked up his encounter as a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. But he still wished. The sun rose slowly behind him, shortening the shadows. He played his guitar, oblivious to his surroundings, as he got lost in the music that poured from his soul. In fact, it took him a moment to recognize the sweet smell that suddenly drifted in on the breeze. He stopped playing and closed his eyes as he inhaled again. Vanilla…could it really be? He lifted his head and opened his eyes, scarcely believing what he saw. Like a mirage shimmering off the water, she walked slowly toward him. She seemed to give off her own light; her blonde hair catching the rays of the sun, and her smile--so serene, so knowing--and all just for him. Her dress was of a silvery blue, so alike the ocean, that it seemed she wore nothing at all. She was as beautiful as he remembered her. He closed his eyes and opened them again, lest they be deceiving him. But she was truly there, and he set his guitar to the side and stood as she stepped up onto the deck. He gazed down into her emerald eyes as he reached for her, sliding his hands from her shoulders down her arms, feeling her warm, soft skin beneath his palms, and remembering how many times he'd dreamed of touching her again. “Mark…” She whispered his name, and he could hold back no longer. He gathered her in his arms and held her tight as his lips sought out her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, as he ran his hands over her silky dress and pressed his hips against her. She murmured, grazing his arms with her nails, and leaning into his hard body. He broke away from her lips to try to regain control on his emotions, breathing her name and whispering how much he had missed her, as he planted kisses over her neck and shoulder. He felt her sigh against him before he lifted his head to stare into her eyes once again. “I have been waiting for you to come back.” He said quietly. “I never got a chance to thank you for what you’ve done for me. I don’t know how…” She placed her finger against his lips, silencing him, then lightly tracing that finger over the line of hair on his chin, down his neck and stopping with her hand over his heart. “Show me.” She smiled. “Play for me.” She stepped back and reached for his guitar, handing it to him before sitting on the chair next to his. She watched him expectantly as he settled down and began to play the song that had occupied his mind all morning. He let himself get lost in the music again; almost forgetting that she was there, until he looked back up at her. She had closed her eyes, her face tilted toward the sky, and a smile playing across her lips as she listened to the music. The gentle breeze caught in the curls that lay over her shoulders, and he felt his desire burning inside of him once again as he gazed at her. He hadn’t even realized he had stopped playing, so mesmerizing was she, until she opened her eyes and looked at him curiously. “What’s wrong, Mark?” She asked, and just hearing her say his name made him hard, as all the memories came flooding back to him. Lord, he needed her so bad. “Did you like it?” He managed to say, clearing his throat and attempting to squelch his thoughts. “It was beautiful.” She smiled. “But…” She leaned forward, and with her familiar touch, softly traced his eyebrow and jaw. He caught sight of the cleavage of her unbound breasts and bit his lip. “…why the sad face?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I was frowning.” He really hadn’t, she just did things to him that he’d never felt before. He sighed. “But you look so good, it hurts sometimes.” He set the guitar down and gently tugged at her wrist, pulling her into his lap. He knew she had to feel him straining against his shorts, for she shifted her hips until he was pressing directly on her rear. Just as he reached to run his fingers through her hair, she stopped him, suddenly recognizing the silver chain around his wrist. She looked at him, her smile silently grateful and adoring, and he smiled back. Intertwining her fingers with his, she lifted his hand and gently kissed his wrist. She removed her hand, placing his palm against her cheek, and closed her eyes as he traced his thumb over her lips. The gesture was so utterly profound; he felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched her. "I could never forget you." He whispered, before pressing his lips against hers. He parted her lips with his tongue, feeling her moaning softly into his mouth. Burying one hand in her soft hair, he let the other roam over her body, the material of her dress sliding enticingly beneath his fingers. He caressed her breasts until her nipples stood out against the fabric, then traced down to rest at her hip, where he noticed there was no sign of underclothes. He pulled his mouth off of hers, sliding his hand over her stomach and watching as she trembled at his touch. Still holding her in his arms, he stood and carried her inside to his bedroom. Copyright TMS2003 Silk, Part 2 Creed Fanfic Page   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)