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[quote][b]Asmodeus (Oct 24, 2001 11:05 a.m.):[/b] His cheek stung where she had slapped him, but he couldn't - he wouldn't - hit her back. He let her press against him, his arms tightening around her with bruising strength as he crushed her to him. She was shaking. So was he. Their separation had been too long and too painful for their reunion to be tender. Their love had blossomed out of fear and violence, and its renewal was only a dim reflection of its bitter roots. She kissed him, her hands twisted into the black fabric of the IA uniform. Leave her? Nathan didn't respond. He hadn't left Command School by choice. She had to know that. Was she blaming [i]him[/i] for their separation? In a twisted way, he could see the logic behind that; if he hadn't attacked Wick, maybe the little bitch would have left them alone. Maybe not. Either way, Nathan suddenly felt guilty, and that made him angry. He still wouldn't hit her. He kept her prisoner with one arm and took firm, painful grasp of her left wrist with the other. Her father's accusations he had long since confirmed, watching her in what she took to be the solitude of her Quad cell at Command School as she absently rubbed at the long scar there, to make it disappear, to make it reopen...he was never sure which. Pulling away from the kiss, he brought that wrist up between them as he pinned the other behind her back. Her eyes widened, the luminous green with flecks of gold locking with angry slate as he looked briefly at the narrow cord of scar tissue and then back to her accusingly. His departure had been accidental and unwilling. Her own attempt had been deliberate, and far more permanent. He said nothing, but the guilt that bled into her gaze was fierce enough to match his own, and that was sufficient to take the cruel edge from his anger. If she forgave him for causing his absence, he would forgive her for breaking her promise. His eyes softened to a darker shade of grey, and he released her wrist and drew her in. His arms encircled her waist, his hands splayed against her back as he rested his chin on her shoulder, and his lips brushed against her ear. He wanted to say it calmly, clearly, but his voice emerged as a charged whisper. [i]"Never."[/i] A promise, a demand.[/quote]
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