Notes of a Dying Heart (Winters)

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Kindess. Incredible kindness. Even when he was crying, this wonderful girl stroked his back, a comfort from a comfort. Jonathan felt... well, happy. Madelyn went along with his strides to the bed, seeming to trust in what he was doing. And while writing, he couldn't help but ease along, making a small smile, as she used her amazing hands to move back some of his hair in front of his face behind his ear. Tenderness to be felt, so much from her. Made him quiver slightly, as he was writing. And then, as she read his request, to see the smile that lit up on her face, nodding, saying yes. That feeling, that feeling of mutual acceptance, of something more, of something more. .. Something.. more..? She put down the notebook beside her, which suprised him, for, he had actually expected her to write back, when her hand took up his right into her own, and then, began to stroke it against her soft face, making Jonathan not only raise an eyebrow, but also shake slightly in his other hand, because it felt so warm, so nice, her face. She closed her eyes, actually taking joy in having his unworthy hand go against her face, and then, looked up at him in such a way that his heart felt as though it were up in his throat, as he could feel every beat, getting faster and faster, now letting go of his hand, and putting hers on his face, and he towards it, kissing the wrist. Barely enough time to catch her, as she moved her face towards him, opening his lips just barely, as she pressed hers onto his, and he savored it, savored the passion, welcoming how she let it linger there, their lips on one another. This was his sin, his love for someone so fair as she, for him to love her, him, a thing.. something less than human... no, she made him feel human. It was okay, it was okay, this was okay. But Madelyn... she was more then that. What words could he describe what he felt for her? His eyes closed, his thoughts before were understatements. She was beautiful, she was amazing, she was.. she was Madelyn.

As their lips loosed away from one another, Jonathan still blushed, still embaressed to be embaressed, but, when he looked at her eyes, the lion roared, and his chest heaved up, wanting to have at her again.. but restraint. Restraint must be shown. Restraint was lost when she let her lips go to her forehead, and he lost control, breathing out silently, yet violently , but in a way that simply ment that she.. was making him happy, on another scale. The lion purred in him again, as he felt fully awake, his locked onto hers, a smile of contentment, but something more, something more. It purred as she stroked his cheek, his face going forward, even as it began to leave his face, in an attempt to catch the soothing warmth from her hand, a silent person other then himself. He watched, contented, as she went onto her desk, and fetched her flute, and pushed back her hair. The lion. Jonathan eyes closed for a moment, contemplating what this lion was, what made his chest heave in such.. excitement. Standing up, looking at her, it came to him. Lust. Ugly lust. A thing that was very underfed, so was so very weak, so very dormant for so many years. She had fed it, and it grew alive again, a part of him, finally awakened. He wasn't so sure he liked the feel of it, as he began to understand what this feeling truly was. Lust was a devourer, something that pleased the physical desires of a man and woman... the lion. But, it was weak still, although it tempted him. He could yet restrain it. Jonathan waited for a moment, until, finally, it was tamed. He was ready.. ready for the duet, to play... play... (dare he make mockery of the cliche?) beautiful music together with her, but literally, music. A passion, a passion of sound, not just noise, but sound that spoke, that felt, that gave emotion. .. She slipped off her shoes, making the lion growl, but it died down with a simple 'hush'. And he looked at her. And he smiled at her. His eyes, they twinkled, something far obvious, far more powerful then the 'lion' here. The lion was only a part of it, only a part of what resided in his heart, but it was a small part overall. There was a larger part, a word that he could not mention, even to himself, not without feeling the blood rush to his face, all over, to make him blush deeply.

Getting up in silence, away from the bed, he took a few steps, not a sound made on the floor, as he made his way to the door, and beckoned it open, waiting for her to pass through. .. He needed to say something... Needed to know, if truly she was as silent as he was, or if she could speak. Damn his throat, his words, as strangled as they were, he had to, must speak. No, he shook his head, suddenly downcast. But, looking back up at her, he pointed, to the door on the other side, his own dormitory, suprisingly, just across from her own. He gave a smile, realizing how fortunate this was. The door was open, just a crack. He only hoped.. only hoped that she would not be too disappointed with how bare his own room was, or worry over the fact that he just slept in a sleeping bag instead of a bed. But, the piano was in site, just from the crack of his own door, the lights left on. With his left hand still on her knob, she beckoned her to cross the threshold, and into his own room. And as she would walk through, if truly she would, he hoped to give her shoulder a little squeeze, just a little thank you for all that he could.

[madelyn]

Her hand touching his soft and gentle cheek his lips connecting with her wrist. There was no better feeling in this world no greater miracle in her mind than when his lips touched her skin. It was like a shock ran through her body only serving to make her heart grow. It became warmer, larger, and even stronger than ever before. His influence rang through her body awakening her soul with the simple sounds of love and devotion. When she felt his lips return her kiss a flood of happiness true and pure joy at this marvel ran through her. A crashing tsunami bent on the destruction of her fears and her loneliness. Upon parting she already yearned for more. But for this silent girl it was more than bold to kiss him at all in the first place. Yet he accepted her for the gentle girl she was the one that didn't speak through her voice they had found ways to communicate that were far beyond words.

She watched silently as he rose her small flute case in her hand. She longed to touch him more. To feel his hand on her cheek once again that blessed feeling only her angel could bring. She knew if she looked hard enough wings would be on his back. He had already saved her soul, her heart, her. But he could take her away. Leave the pain and the nightmares behind. He would be there for her. She knew it. There was a sparkle a shinning bright light in his very eyes that said more than words ever would. They had found love, acceptance, and need in each other. There were in the silence grew the strongest bonds the world would ever see without a spoken word.

His lithe figure walked to the door. The angel himself making no sound as he moved from the bed and opened the door. They both were so silent in every action it was as if noise would break this bond or tarnish it in someway. But she knew when she spoke what she had already decided to say that the bond between them would only strengthen. She was going to give him a gift. She grabbed the notebook and the pen incase they needed it. She would not let them be without communication. She followed him to the door and ran her hand down his arm as she passed him letting him know that she would follow him she was with him through and through. Nothing but death would break them apart and she had her doubts that even that would stop her from being with him.

It was then he pointed gently to the door just across the hall from hers and a smile lit her face as she looked back up at him. She nodded and smiled brightly up at him her eyes dancing with her feelings and her happiness these things that he had given to her when she had none. She walked across the hall and opened the door. It was bare but she didn't care the man that lived in there was enough of a angel. His presence alone would fill a stark empty white room to beautiful splendor. She saw the piano and smiled she ran her hand down the smooth surface. She sat down on a small part of the piano bench and waited for him to join her as she began to put her flute together. Her hair fell across her face as she lined up the pieces. She looked around and saw a sleeping bag instead of a bed and smiled. It was cute she thought. Like a camp out. She had never been on one but had seen them on tv and thought they actually looked like fun. Her flute now put together she turned to look at Jonathan and smile. He .. he was her sun.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

They say love at first sight is a myth. People of this day and era often relating it to something ugly, like some horny-induced infatuation that often leads up to a one night stand. Tonight, perhaps one of the only nights, the people were wrong. There's something... something that a boy feels, something that a girl quietly gets excited over, when your in the first stages of love. For the boy, it starts off with something simplistic, like how cute the girl is, or how amazingly beautiful. He'd strike a conversation, and, if this girl in turn liked him, things could possibly begin to click. And during the next few nights... the boy would celebrate to himself, happy at this feeling, breathing in the now apparent air around him, that suddenly seems to bring him joy, joy of life. Often, this is how love starts, in the unsuspecting. And although, it was not the same situation... one can guess that this happened, at least, just this night.

Jonathan was in a state of amazed elation. Everything seemed so much better, on a magnified scale, something he'd never dreamt of, something he never knew he would feel in his lifetime. Cold shivers raced down his arm, as she took the time to let her warm, delicate fingers slide down his exposed arm, remembering to get the green clipboard, something that had slipped his mind. There was a good excuse, though. Jonathan was... distracted. He looked at her in the eyes, a mischievous smile in his eyes, a smaller, more reserved one onhis face. Her gesture, so heartening, a sign that she would follow him. What he saw in those lovely pair of violet-blues that looked back at him made him happy, in spite of other, more prominent, but future soorrows. They both already had this... understanding. Something that only their mutual understanding of the silence could bring together, to form something stronger. She had to be with him, and he had to be with her. She was feeding him, filling a missing piece of his... dare he say... heart? Yes. Heart. And in some way that he couldn't understand, he was feeding her's.

It was... a life long dream. A dream to help someone, to give someone something only he could give. To help someone in a way that was significant in some way. He couldn't help Phae; only th sustaining partner, Junpei, could do that. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that it would happen on such an intimate scale. Because now, he was beginning to understand why Phae starved herself. What was it now, an hour ago? The shy and quiet Madelyn had kissed him not too long ago. It seemed like a while back, almost as if he had always felt this way. Right, it felt right, like a glove that fit perfectly. But he'd be hard put to admit these things. For one, he wasn't talking. Upon this realization, his eyes widened a little, but immediatly forced it back to the half-opened stare, as, he was looking at her walking daintly into his room. Even if he wasn't intending to gawk at her, that's what it would look like. ... Although on that thought, his eyes did follow her for a bit. Smiling quietly to himself, he took a few steps in. Stop. What was he doing? His exterior looked the same, but on the inside, on the inside of his head, it was as if a new way of thinking had come into play. Really, had Madelyn affected him this much? He took a happy step in, a quiet one, but a happy step in nonetheless, watching for a while as Madelyn put her flute together, admiring the care she'd take to put it together. Something special.In a few more moments, his feet had arrived, just to the side of the piano bench, and he looked down at Madelyn, that smile on her, but with hair covering her face. Pushing back his own for a moment, he reached for the notebook, and took a stride into the bench, sitting beside her, placing it down before the both of them. His right hand already had the green pen gripped in it, as he looked at her, while writing at the same time, 'Hey now... are you trying to hide your face from me?' as his left hand moved before her face, grasping some of the hair out of the way, holding it in a bundle, gently putting it behind her ear, his face somewhat reddish, as it grew closer. 'You know, you really shouldn't hide it. It looks nice wonderful. But, as his face almost began to touch hers, his right hand put aside the pen, in the spiral part of the notebook, and whisked it off the piano key-cover, and onto his lap, in case she still wanted to read it. His hand fell away, quiet smile on his face, as he looked at her. She made him forget. He'd almost forgotten. But no... no. Not yet. Now was not the time. His eyes lost there, for a moment, in hers, but looking further then just that. Smile. An eye smile. Heaving forward a little, he pushed up the cover for the piano keys, and then, quietly held out his right hand, the fingers stretched out, his left hand shooting down to the clipboard, taking the green pen again, writing, 'You start. I'll follow along.'

With gentle subtleness, he put the notebook on top of the piano, as soon as Madelyn had finished reading it, his head now turned to the piano itself, focused, his ear's widening in sensitivity, as he prepared. His fingers, straight, slowly, one by one, began to curl, ever so slightly, as they gently rested themselves onto the keys. And then... ready to play with her.

[madelyn]

He entered the room and suddenly it was as if the sun had risen. She had been right this man could make the emptiest room feel as though it was already filled with the most ornate things in the world. He sat down beside her and as she was still putting her flute together and she saw him pick up the notebook.

This notebook, their only mode of speaking. Their communication. She read his writing and she smiled at him. But his hand taking, touching, carressing, her blonde locks. She closed her eyes as her face turned red at the subtle, gentle, loving touch. The gentlest brush of his fingers against her skin sent shivers of joy and pleasure up and down her spine. She smiled up at him before she realized he had written more. Looking down to read his words and her head shot up her eyes wide in surprise. He thought she looked wonderful? Swallowing hard she looked up at his angelic face truly unsure why he thought she was pretty but he didn't look like one to lie his face spoke the truth.

She looked up at him her sweet angel the one that had come and saved her from the darkness that had taken over her life. But now she had light, happiness, joy, and love all thanks to the man sitting next to her a smile on his features. Even the smallest twitch of his lips seemed to light up his angelic face even more.

The cover on the keys now pushed back he was ready to play. A beautiful symphony was about to take place in their room. Here they would share another gift another passion they had in common. She saw his hands move to the notebook once more and she watched him write her head leaning against his shoulder as he wrote enjoying his touch immensly. His touch was like the warm sun rays on her body. Warming not only her body but her soul. She read the note when he was done her head moving from his shoulder as she nodded. She kissed his cheek gently tucking his hair behind his ear before taking up her flute. Raising it to her lips she gave him an eye smile.

Her face then shifted. From a look of immense love and affection to one of concentration but true happiness as well. Her voilet-blue eyes shut as she thought of the song. She decided to play her very own song. Her fingers at the ready she began to play...

Jonathan's Symphony

-The notes that played as she pictured his face his accpetance. She played her heart full of love and passion. Like a diamond once hidden deep under the Earth now found polished and refined from this man alone. Her notes spoke of the peace he gave her the heart she held that was no warm and not cold. Light and not dark. Now much lighter from the burden that had weighed it down. This was his song and she played it for him.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

To feel her resting on his shoulders, yes, that was indeed a feeling unexplainable. Strong enough to be leaned on, by someone whose taken you with them, swept onto the beaches, where the river meets the water. Awe, that's what it is, awe. Deep profound admiration, and.. adoration. The feeling of it lifting away left behind this feeling, as if something truly divine had been there. And he knew, that it was something, this residue, of something that was only created when they touched. But, he was still afraid, though he had almost mastered it by now, after the first fifteen minutes of meeting her. He did not deserve to have her hand go tuck his hair behind his ear, did not deserve to feel this feeling of elation, of some happiness, created by something more. But she gave him this feeling, and Jonathan would be a hermit, should he not accept it, had he not accepted it. But not as quite invoking as the gentle kiss she gave his cheek, which made him want to shudder, to quiver, the feeling so intense, it was as if..- Truly, more then ever, he hoped he had a soul. A soul, so that he could give to her, give to her more of what she had given him. But it soon fell away, and the flute was raised, the excitement now docile, but still eager. He would play with her. Yes, he would play with her, but first... ladies first. His hands were focused, his eyes steady, on his keys, but closed them, ready, waiting.

That music... it resonated within him. He could feel the aspects of the nature of the tune she was playing. And it hit so many things that felt so familiar. The flute playing continued, and still yet, Jonathan began to wonder... who was this? This song was someone... and inspiration came, and it fell on him. It was him. There were the moderate tunes, the tempo, a reflection of earlier, vaguely on his acceptance of how he felt for her. Tunes that rung true, even though she didn't know fully what he was thinking, but to see her have this much of a grasp of how he felt. This was amazing, this was beautiful. Fingers they came, one by one quivering; inspiration came, and the missing piece came into play. This was not just his song, which is why it could never be a solo, but a duet, of Jonathan and of Madelyn. So if she indeed hoped to play this song, to hear it ring true, he'd need to play the parts, of utter essence, something that had to come perfectly along with it.

Madelyn's Sympohny

As she came to a lighter part of the song, his fingers pressed down, one after one, mostly on the right-hand side, where most of the higher notes were, but the left hand stayed steady, in the more moderate-to-left-hand side keys area, occasionally pieceing in a bit of undertone of something beautiful, something innocent. He paused for a moment, to add emphasis, to wait for the next ripe time, waiting for a whole-note of her flutes, as he continued to play, a half-note, both hands much more closer to the middle of the piano, and it went on to show the compassion she showed him, the notes of both musicians coming together. A duet. A duet made for two, because that was the very definition of a duet. Those two. Madelyn and Jonathan. His left hand made bouts with a few slur notes in succession, for the background, showing more of how she had made the sounds of green and blue, of rain and spring, how she had drawn him in, his right hand foreplaying onto how the clipboard came. And then, the kiss, he paused on it, and played by following up with his left hand still repeating the slur notes, his right hand returning to the more lighter notes, portraying the sudden blushes, the shyness, but something more. Of the light, the portrayal of something that he had only just barely begun to understand, something of little he scarcely understood.

There was a little pause in his playing, an interlude, where he let her play on her own for a bit, to play out a story, still yet, what he didn't even know was his own symphony, his right hand keeping to the notes, playing a little, to go along with it. His left hand came up, as if to brush her cheek, but, he resisted, even as his right hand kept playing. No, he would wait until an interlude, or if she came to his hand first, in which case, he kept it held up. Lyrics, words came to him... but, they were not of a man's voice. It was of a young woman's. 'Sing nonomori - seasons lit with gold...'.

[madelyn]

The beauty of a song is measured by the impact it has on the listeners. The audience must feel the message each note is written to portray. For every chord, every melody carries with it the meaning .. the message...the feelings that the piece was written for. These are the requirements for a song that sores above any other gliding among the clouds as if sung by the angels themselves for the benefit of all below them. This song was their song. The song of a love newborn. A fresh bud of the deepest red rose only now blooming in the sunlight of their feelings. But this rose in the blonde girls mind was brighter, deeper, more vibrant than any ever seen before.

His own notes the ones of their day. She could almost feel the images in her mind the soft and gentle touches they had shared. The mutual silence that never seemed to get in the way of them expressing themselves. Their eyes. Both so expressive and beautiful. The first kiss the one that had forever changed her life. The one that had warmed her soul. The one that made her long for more to look to the future instead of live in the past. This man next to her giving him the warmth of sunlight into her dark and cold world.

He paused and she continued for a moment waiting for him to pick back up. Somehow without his own notes and feelings merging with hers it seemed that there was a lack an empty feeling a void that somehow needed his notes once more to fill. His fingers dancing on the keys again and she stopped playing.. she was going to sing.


In a world that is lost in darkness
The emptiness fills my very soul
The stars they light my way
My only friends my constant companions
But is there more that this world provides
A light that can change my life.

A presence in the dark
A light in the midnight
A soul that understands
What lonliness is like.

A red red rose
In the moonlight, it glows.
An inner light.
The ice around a heart does melt at the sight.

A soul once bound to darkness,
Can still learn to fly.
When an angel's light falls,
healing the wounds
deep and painful wounds.

The angel flies his eyes a light
His touch is healing
His smile melts the ice
He is the light
He is the soul that was once missing.

A red red rose
In the moonlight, it glows
An inner light
The ice around a heart does melt at the sight.

The sun has risen
In the darkened world
Casting the world
In the glow of love.


Her song ended. Her voice now silent once more. He had heard her sing knew now that she could indeed speak if she wanted to. She had a voice that rivaled most talents. Her voice was a smoothe soprano. She blushed deeply and looked down in her lap for a moment her hair falling forward to hide her face as crystalline tears fell from her eyes. She looked up and smiled through her tears as she touched his face gently. These tears where like the tears of an angel. Her own happy tears something she had never experience before. Her relief evident that she had found him that he had saved her from continuing to live in the darkness.

Her hand came up and she and it went through Jonathan's silken locks before cupping his cheek. Her eyes held her love for him heavily. Every second her gaze lay on him she wanted to speak.. wanted to tell him what she felt but she was afraid. Afraid to give up her eleven years of silence even to herself. She longed to kiss him again to feel the sunlight on her lips. But she didn't want to move. She wanted to gaze into his eyes for a moment longer. She wanted those eyes to gaze back into hers for eternity. Those blue-grey depths that showed so much those lips that said so little. So now he knew she too could sing. That had not spoken a word yet both had now sang. Her heart was full. Full of her love for him.. her angel.. Jonathan.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

His hand had moved away, his playing only just barely maintaining itself on his right hand, shock having taken over. What was this beautiful melody? Who was this singing, singing of something that made him so strange? Jonathan's right hand, continued to play, just barely going on with it, but... but... it was beautiful, beautiful, but some of the words remained a mystery to him. Who was this angel she was singing of? The ice that melted? The empty, dark soul? Questions, so many, innumerable, now arisen, but right now, he was lost in the emotion of every last syllable, until the last words came, with the silent girl, a girl he'd fallen for... had sung ever so beautifully, 'In the glow of love.' And he trembled. Trembled. Trembled. Still moments after her song ended, her voice silent once again, it dawned on him, still having not registered. She... Madelyn... she can... she can speak... she can sing... Still ever, yet, yet in shock, his eyes wide-eyed, staring just straight ahead at the piano, he seemingly blinked out of the trance he was in. A lowly dog, a lowly dog such as he, able to hear such music... this was crafted by a voice by an angel, that could be the only explanation. His head slowly shifted over, his eyes still blinking, yet still wide-eyed. Madelyn. She had really sung that song. She had really used that voice. ... That voice. That voice. Her face was downward, towards her lap, her wonderful hair covering her face, tears coming from her eyes, pitter-pattering onto her lap. Why was she crying? Jonathan felt an urge to do something, to rouse her from her crying, not wanting to see her like this. But subtly, she looked at him, with smile, a smile through the tears, finally realizing she was blushing because she wasn't unhappy. Far from it. Happy, she was crying because happy. He froze. Jonathan had frozen because she was crying for happiness, something he'd never seen before, because she was touching his face so caressingly, going back a little more, going through his hair, which Jonathan had suddenly began to react, moving along with the hair, enjoying it, enjoying how she touched him. But he was still in the early moments of shock.

Her gentle, her soft hand went onto cup his cheek, and he rested in it, unable to look at her for the moment. Tender, an amazing voice, beautiful... he was in awe. But he looked back up at her, looked back up at her, because she was looking at him. And there was love in her eyes. Love. His left hand had take to his cheek, to feel the hand, but still continued to look at her. His right hand had played its final notes, and had already lifted away, floating over to her hair, brushing it away, looking at her. There was love in his eyes too, but there was more. Happiness, relief, nervousness, fear, shock... and even pain. But there was love in his eyes, but he resisted to let himself cry. Because it couldn't be one of happily induced reasons. He was glad.. glad he had been able to make her so happy, but still felt like the worthless, man-made dog that he was. But he wanted to forget that right now, he was with her, his Madelyn. And it was this love that made him want to cry, because of what he knew what would happen. His right hand had moved onto, the back of the fingers just gently moving away the hair from her face, letting it fall back in front of her, so that he could do it again, this time behind one of her ears. He leaned in, leaned in because he wanted to kiss her, but was already embracing her, kissing her, with his eyes. Her violet blue eyes. His face, closer, his mouth just barely open, almost as if to kiss her, blushing lightly, then darker, until it was a firm crimson, but still looking at her, the passion in his eyes, kissing her with his eyes. His right hand had moved onto her hip, his leg gently going over the piano bench, so that he could face her completely.

Jonathan's face came so close, almost to the point of where their faces would touch, almost to the point of where he would kiss her, to feel her lips on his, no, to feel tongue in his mouth, and his in hers, to bond with one another on a deeper level, to be with her. She'd aroused him so greatly, awakened the lion's passion, but just for a moment longer, their faces barely touching, he wanted to look at her, look at her in her beauty, before he would lose himself. Lose himself. Something.. that hadn't happened in usually the happiest of circumstances. In a point where if she were to ask what he was thinking about, the normal man would respond by saying 'nothing', and smile. In turn, he'd say the opposite, and say 'something' and kiss her. Something, because this was something, something more then the both of them dreamed of, something more then the both could imagine. The lion was winning. His right hand came up to her face, leaning over just a little more, his right hand, stroking her cheek with the back of her fingers, his left hand holding down her hand, bringing it down until it was out of the way, suddenly grasping it firmly, but still with the gentle touch. Resist? No, he was in love, she was in love, and he was going insane. Insane because he loved her so much. His right hand stroked down her cheek, down her neck, onto her shoulder, and he finally broke away their kissing eyes, to bring his lips to where her left ear was, his eyes closed, crying now seen on them. Yes... he too... he too could cry for happiness. She had made him cry for joy, with no sobs to be heard. And his lips fluttered open, to say caressingly... ".. Madelyn." A word he could never stutter. And then, his mouth came onto her ears, and with so much passion, he let his lips embrace her ears, letting himself go at it, barely restraining himself, his teeth coming out, after the long kiss, and tenderly, softly, he bit her ear playfully, feeling her, having her arouse her this much... too much. Too much. With a tender bite, it came loose, backing up his head, to look at her, the heat in his throat, the butterflies in his stomach, butterflies. His heart, pounding at the top of his chest, she had driven him wild, she had driven him crazy, she had made him alive, she had given him a soul, she had aroused his deepest passions, and for these next few moments, made him human.

Letting his lips just almost touch her exposed neck, her right hand now, more then ever, massaging her left shoulder, he was breathing hot fire, his breathing hot, hot, hot. And he glanced up at her, and he wasn't even smiling, and although there was lust, there was always something more, something more. His breathing, his breathing became so hard, he felt like he was moaning, and she wasn't even doing anything, doing anything but just looking at him, arousing him, he was on the verge of moaning, no, he was moaning, and the breathing was so hot, the breathing was so hot, he let his lips embrace her skin, letting his tongue lick at it gently, kissing it with a passion, but then, he let go, his teeth just barely grazing it, as he did, and he looked at her. Passion. Passion. Thank God for Passion. He'd destroy himself, if he could not feel passion. And now, he kissed her with his eyes, with his soul, and he could stand it no longer, in the sorry state that he was, so turned on, so aroused, so in love, with her beauty, her kindess, with her, with Madelyn. His lips came, close to hers, breathing so much harder, now, his chest just rising and falling, unable to control himself, and this time, his mouth came, and there was no more sorrow. Just passion, embracing her, his left hand losing its grip on her hand, joining his right hand, around her waist, as he pulled hercloser to him, caressing her lovingly, gently, gingerly, but kissing her with a flame that felt as though it could not be put out. The lion roared in triumph. Quietly, he kissed her, kissed, her, kissed her on the lips, his face so brazenly red, his breathing so hard, he could not believe that he was in this state of mind, he could not believe that he had been denied this feeling for so long. And pulling away their lips for just a moment, but still so close, with barely any control, his tongue flicked out, out to her lips, but stayed for a moment, as if to let her bite it, trying to creep into her soft, her amazing lips. His hands came up from behind her back, up to the back of her head, and gasping for air, an annoyance to him, he let his lips press onto her again, this time, letting his tongue delve into her mouth, crying apologies in his mind, but she had unleashed a beast in him. He let it explore, let it touch her tongue, to let it know it was alright, actually pleading her to join him in his passion, feeling her sharp, perfect teeth, letting it roam to the top of her mouth, he adjusted, pulling back the tongue for a moment, and kissed her again, wanting to embrace her forever.

She had given him life, and he had to repay her in kind.

This was the debt he owed...

The debt he owed for the passion that he had been given.

For Madelyn.

[madelyn]

Her song had ended. The silence once again filled the room. She watched him stare ahead as if in disbelief. Yes, she had sung. The girl who made absolutely no noise had sung out loud for him. She had given him a gift yet there was another. One last thing that she could give. One last piece of her heart he didn't yet have. His playing had been beautiful he was so talented. She was talented because of her magic she assumed but he was talented because he had practiced because he tried. She didn't have to try it just came. Somehow she felt that his talent was so much more than hers. Something that was gained and earned not given and easy. Respect. That was what filled her soul right now as she watched him stare in silence before slowly turning her way. The only way she could thank him at this moment was to touch him and the way he cuddled up into her hand sent shivers of great feelings down her spine. Sensations ran. They traveled up into the neruons of her very being to tell her that what they had was special.

His soft hand. It was the kind of touch that only he could give her. His hand so gentle. After playing the notes she deemed more beautiful than her own he was moving to touch her. She longed, no yearned to feel that soft talented hand on her skin. She waited looking into his eyes as he looked down into hers. She was lost in the blue gray depths of his emotions. There was no place in the world she would rather live than here in his gaze. So many emotions. They bombarded her. Spoken and felt only through those beautiful depths. The ocean that lay behind the irises. So many different waves crashing upon the shore of his heart and soul. She smiled as his hand brushed through her hair only enough to almost carress the pale lockes. His hand came forward again as this time he took the lockes and placed them behind her ear.

His face that angelic face that always would comfort her upon site. The one that showed so little yet said so very much. She loved the looks that he gave her because they were pure. She could tell by his face that emotions wasn't something often crossing his features for some reason yet here it was pure and beautiful emotion and it was all directed at her. It was this she watched now searching for his words. And she saw something else. A kiss. Not one where his lips touched hers. No it was a kiss with his eyes his lips open only slightly as she looked returning the kiss returning the passion felt by both of them as she wanted so badly to feel those soft sweet lips on her own again. How would she ever live, sleep, eat, and survive withouth him now. He was an integral part of her life now. In less than two hours they had gone from not even know each other's names to this. To love. To caring. To finding and healing each other. Her music had drawn in the angel that was sent to save her soul. His beautiful face was changing color. Like the sun setting in the distance the horizon setting off the startling red rays of the sun so too did Jonathan's face change. First a light pink, the first rays barely touching and warming the Earth, then a darker pink almost a red closer to the night the sounds of the insects singing now serenading the night, and finally the deep crimision before the sun disappears behind the horizon these were the stages of the blush that covered his face. He was still beautiful. Still so pure and sweet.

Closer he moved ever closer. His breath heated as it raced across her face and she yearned to feel his lips on her once more but those eyes. They caught her and held her. Her soul was caught in the grasp of his eyes. They carried so much power so much passion so much emotion. His hand those soft fingers brushed her cheek and the touch so gentle and caring more of a carress in her mind than a touch alone. She swallowed as her eyes closed slowly but opened once more looking at him again. His hand wrapped around the one that had been on his cheek had come down with his guidance his own taking it gentle down to their laps where he squeezed it firmly. His hand... her right cheek tingling as if the warm rays of sun were shinning on it for the first time in her life as she felt it run down her cheek her eyes closing slowly as the hand ran down her neck the soft sensitive skin almost making her take in a breath as her body tingled and felt so alive like never before as he continued down before placing his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes opened slowly watching him move his lips ever closer her own quivering for that touch that she was craving like a starving child. She was starving in her own way. Starving for acceptance, starving for everything that he could give her.

His voice. Not only had she surprised him but he too had surprised her. His voice rocked through her more than the deepest kiss. It was the gift of his voice that touched her so deeply. Tears fell a new from her eyes as she looked for him with her eyes afraid to move. The one word he had said was her name. Never had she heard her name sound so sweet so full of love and caring that one word rang out. Reverberating through her body like electricity. She gasped she couldn't hold it in anymore. She wanted more than ever to give him her very last gift. To give him her voice. Not to sing. But to speak as he deserved. After the word the soft touch of his perfect lips on her ear his breath racing across the over sensitive flesh making her breath come harder and harder into her lungs. She too was on the verge of letting her own over neglected animal out of her heart.

His lips.. his breath on her neck. So hot as it raced across the soft scarless skin of her neck and throat. She drew in a sharp breath. Not to say there was anything wrong because it was far from that it was the feelings the indescribable feelings coursing through her body like light through the darkest room. She could feel his tongue licking the soft flesh before his teeth is beatuiful perfect teeth began to scrape ever so lightly against her. She had to bit her lower lip to keep the moan threatening to escape inside. She didn't want to seem easy but right now it was so so very good. He moved comeing back in front of her and she opened her eyes to look at him her eyes smiling but filled with the same lust and need his own were filled with. Behind those immediate needs were the true feelings she felt for the man that had come into her life and changed it so drastically in mere hours.

His lips now once again pressed against hers his arms around her waist in a intimate embrace. The most intimate they had shared yet and it was sending her body into over drive. She craved more she yearned to know him in ways that she wouldn't learn today. She wanted to know him every inch every thing about him. She was pulled closer and she went she would not be denied nor deny him this. Closer to him was closer to heaven. He pulled back for a moment his tongue coming out to just touch her lips her eyes opening as she felt his hand move to the back of her head into her hair it held her gently but firmly as he came in again. This time his tongue it invaded her mouth and she opened her lips to take it further in following by instinct alone. She let him go through her mouth for a moment learning from his movements before she made her own. Letting her tongue move into his mouth as a small moan of passion and pleasure escaped her lips as her tongue explored the cavern of his mouth. The teeth so perfect all in small rows every bump and every crevace her tongue found them all her eyes closed one more as she put her own hand on the back of his head. Her fingers in his hair lodged firmly as she wanted to moan even more he was doing things to her she never thought possible. Putting her into new trains of thought giving her knew feelings to feed off of. This was truly magic in her own mind. Pulling back she opened her eyes watching him his face as red as her own. She was a shy girl a very shy girl yet this boy came along and suddenly it all seemed to drop away. Her face red but that was not stopping her actions as she craved him even more every moment that he gave to her.

As the last kiss broke she looked up into his eyes letting him know it was her turn. Her turn to show him what he had made her feel. She would not let herself be the only one that got attention. She shifted her own leg over the piano bench so they both faced each other but more than that she was thankful she wore jeans today because she put her thin leg over his and around his body letting her bare foot support her leg on the piano bench just behind him. She moved even closer as she leaned into his neck her leg that was past him bent even more at the knee. So ran the tip of her nose on the soft skin of his neck closing her eyes at the feeling of his silky skin on her own. Her lips kissed his neck gently. Lingering for a moment as she let his hot skin feel her lips seeming to be adhered for a moment before pulling back. She moved up an inch her heated breath not only audible but also felt on his skin as the next kiss came with a gentle scrape of her teeth before she kissed the same spot again. Moving up once more she placed a tiny nibble on the sensitive flesh behind his ear and let her teeth scrape down the flesh. He was so soft. So pure she hoped and longed that she was doing the right thing mimicing his movements but taking hers only a little farther.

Her head moved forward and kissed his ear gently her hand running through his hair slowly and genly settling at the back of his neck softly. Her lips touched his ear a soft and sensitive kiss her breath racing across him. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Jonathan... my angel." she whispered in her voice. The soft sweet melodic voice that she shared with no one. Not even her foster parents. None of the doctors. No one had heard her speak in eleven years but now he had. He had heard her speak.

Pulling back to look into his eyes she carressed his face gently one hand on his left cheek as she looked deep into his eyes saying the one phrase she was afraid to say outloud just yet. She would but the last thing she could do right now was lose the man that was taking her, healing her, and loving her. She wouldn't push but the moment she saw that he was ready she too would be ready to say that simple phrase. Simple yet meaning more than the world but the word 'love' still didn't mean enough in her mind. For love was something less than what she felt for him. He was her angel he was her Jonathan. And he was her love.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

.. How he managed to bring up the courage, later on, he would question himself. For now, he was lost in her touch, lost in her gaze, lost in her hair. But he was kissing her, pressing his lips against hers, and she was pushing hers against his. He felt as though she was shuddering at him, something tingly felt. Indeed, she had no qualms when Jonathan pulled her more towards himself, nor any when he could no longer resist, and lick her lips. To be inside her mouth, though... he could not help but think that all good things seemed to come from there. Her mouth brought kisses, her mouth brought her beautiful voice, and to be able to explore in her mouth, letting his tongue go about, dancing in her, he could feel a passion from within her, forcing him to awaken his own, and it did so gladly. The lion was hungry, and had been starved for these sixteen long years. And her lips, her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, they were all delicious, the ravenous lion demanding retribution for over a decade of deprivation. He was on fire, every fiber of his being, on fire, alighted in this passion, when he too took a sharp intake of air, his breath fiery, as she too decided to feel inside his mouth. Saying it was 'so incredibly wonderful' is an understatement. Eyes closed, they fluttered open for a moment, as the pleasure she gave him was like a bolt of lightning. He moaned. Moaned in her mouth, thanking God a thousand times for Madelyn. She too had moaned, and it only served to increase the flame, as if it were anew, and larger. Madelyn was touching his teeth, feeling his mouth, bringing Jonathan to a point where he had to shudder, unable to withstand the delicate touches of her tongue. And to have her soft, beautiful hands pushing his head even more so, so that their tongues could go deeper, Jonathan had to pay her back a hundred fold, for all she had given him. His hands went deeper, stroking deeply into her hair, playing with it, so into the kiss. Fingers intertwined in her beautiful strands, weaving in and out of her locks. Jonathan took a last lick at the roof of her mouth, before he began to massage his tongue onto her own, enjoying himself, enjoying her, wanting her to enjoy herself as well, his eyes closed so tightly, their tears of joy intermingly, he felt as though he would kiss her forever. She too was resisting to moan, and if she did, he would've joined her, the excitement... the passion... the desire... but always something more...

Always.

Slowly, it began to slow down, his eyes only just opened to less then a centimeter, as he bid her amazing tongue a farewell, with one last pat, before both receded back into their owners' mouths'. Letting their lips just part, but partially reluctantly, the embrace broken, as they parted back a little, his hands falling away from her head. Jonathan was panting. But his eyes, his eyes still closed. They flipped open, to see her already gazing at his face, at his still blushing face. This felt so wild, Jonathan felt as though he would never get over the shyness of kissing a girl, his cheeks still a moderate red. Madelyn's eyes looked into his. .. What? Jonathan's eyes were perplexed.. what was this look in her eyes? Her leg shifted over the piano bench, and then.. over his leg. Jonathan only took a glance at the leg movement, as they were now facing each other, looking again at her, not wanting to miss to see what was going on. That look.. that look in her eyes. Madelyn leaned over to him, over to his neck, Jonathan becoming aware that something... something was going to happen, his eyes looking at her, or at least, at her hair. Yes, she had moved closer, her lifted leg bending, Jonathan noticing this with anticipation. His breathing slowed.. had to slow it down, had to.. --"Mmmmph..." He had not expected to rub her nose against his neck.. felt good. Felt really good. Whoa.. whoa... felt sort of.. sensative. Jonathan's breath shuddered slightly, getting goosebumps. He could feel her breathing on his neck.. oh Lord... Oh- "Mmph..ahhh...ahhh...." came as she let her amazing lips gently touch down onto his neck, Jonathan almost throwing back his head, this apparent sensitivity having never been aware to him, his eyes half-opened, but amazed in awe at how this felt. His right hand slid onto her thigh of her leg that was over his, but only gently, ready to take it away, afraid that he may los- "-Ahh..ahhh.... ahhh---!" Came the teeth, a kiss, and so many feelings, so many sensations. His breathing had once again erratic; to feel her hot breath on him, this was just so amazing, so awakening, so eye-opening.. felt incredibl- "..Who-whoa... ach... ahh..--!!!" as she kissed the area behidn his ear, his reactions mounting, shuddering every time, enjoying it on a peak-high. He was afraid that after all this... he'd be the one lefting moaning, perhaps a little too audibly, for the other dormitories to hear. Was pretty close to it, actually had to force a quick bite on his tongue to stifle himself. Teeth on the back on the of his ear..--! She was killing him. Killing him in a good way. His eyes widedened, slowly, as his voice started very low, a low, quiet, but subtle moan, feeling her on him, it was just too much to contain.. it began to rise, but he bit his tongue again, trying to stifle it, trying...

She gave another sweet kiss onto his ear, her hand going through his hair, going slowly, resting on his neck, making him want to either jump away from her, or give into making these embaressing audible noises. Oh God... Oh God... his teeth latched on tighter onto his tongue, little 'mmphs..' being heard, his eyes snapped shut. This was insane. How was she doing this to him? In the D-13, he was legendary for always holding back his emotions, even when he wasn't on the pill... but this was.. this was just too much. Too much, too amazing. Another kiss. This was, so sensitive, her breath racing across him, it was... it was... Jonathan was on the verge-- On the verge--

"Jonathan... my angel."

Again... that beautiful voice... she'd just given him a gift... something that froze him, his breathing stopping suddenly. The lion quieted itself. She went back, back to look into his eyes. Her left hand went to his cheek, the blushing still keeping it red hot for her hand to warm it on. His eyes stared through something... giving one last kiss, before his eyes became downcast, looking away, unable to look at her. Her angel. She had really thought of him as her angel. Madelyn had spoken it, in her soft, in her sweet, beautiful voice. He felt so unworthy, felt as though he had deceived her into believing something that was so evilly wrong. Unable to look at her eyes, that kissed his, because he felt so unworthy to be labeled thus, much less being spoken to at all by her, in all of her grace. The dog that he was. He looked at her, looked at her, trying to say.. 'thank you..' but so much resistance in his eyes, he'd been made to remember the burden. His life... his life... HIS LIFE. It seemed all so short now, and he would have to tell her, tell her to brace her. He'd made the mistake of falling for her, and having her fall for him, and for the sorrow she'd have to go through because of him.. His eyes watered, as he slowly let his face gently, gently, slowly, slowly... crash onto her right shoulder, no sobs to be heard, but tears. But, but there was a smile on his lips, for although he had been reminded.. he was also... happy. She'd spoken to him. And she actually thought he was her angel. This was such a confusing stream of emotions that he felt. He felt he was caught off guard. He was caught off guard. In fact, he wasn't even paying attention, until he realized he was leaning too much onto her, too much, that they both began to fall. Madelyn. "Madelyn!"

As she began to fall backwards, Jonathan practically jumped down, following her, both arms just barely reaching the ground before, as they made a crash onto the ground. ".. I-I'm s-so s-sorry.. y-you c-caught m-me of-offguard.." At once, his mouth shut. Dammit! He looked at her, apologetically, their faces fairly close to each other. Couldn't stop himself from speaking, and now.. now he'd shown her why he'd kept so quiet. He prayed to Lord she'd forgive him, such a beast as he was, for being unable to even speak her language properly enough. But... w-wait a minute. His legs moved, feeling someone else's, other then his own, touching them. His face reddened, as it began to dawn on him, as to what sort of position he'd gotten into. He tried moving his left leg. Left or right, he could feel her legs. His breath was hot, but more out of embaressment. .. Jones. D. Avery had once told him, 'That there's what you call 'Missionary Position'!' .. Avery was a pervert. .. And right now, Jonathan felt like a pervert too. His blush deepened. This was so akward, so wrong. "..S-s-sorry.." The sadness went away for the moment. He'd become aroused again, but not so much, that he'd lose his sense. Slowly, His left leg rose slightly up, into a kneeling position, careful not to touch her with it, his right leg also coming to a kneeling position. His left hand gently tightened its grip, as he leaned forward over her, faces almost touching, kissing her, with his eyes, as he looked at her, but... there was really a smile on his face, if only a small one. His right hand slid down her back, past her rear, which his blush deepened further at, and then, finally, to the back of her thighs, and with a gentle lift, he carried her off the ground, her legs in the air, to his right side. She was light, so light that Jonathan didn't want to stop carrying her. Careful as he walked, walking over to his sleeping bag, he had to make sure she was alright from the fall.. so, as he let her head rest against his arm as he carried her, he couldn't help but lean over her, as he carried her gingerly, to look at her again. ".. Madelyn.." His lips opened up slightly, and to the very tip if her noise, he let it fall, kissing it gently. With her noise, she had made him so aroused... bless her nose. The smile on his face, a real smile, stayed, as he gently caressed her down, down onto his sleeping bag, resting her head on his pillow, letting his hands slip out from underneath her. He knelt by her closely watching her.

"..I-I'm s-sorry for h-having y-you f-fall.. J-just l-let m-me ch-check, t-to r-rest m-my m-mind." He swallowed, audibly. It'd come very close. Unfortunetly, it was not enough to sate the lion, who purred at him. His left hand, just going to her right side to support himself, as he quietly began to lean over her, a feeling in his eyes, as he caressed her through his mind. "..J-just h-have t-to check.. t-to b-be s-sure.." There was a coyness though, in his eyes, as his right hand landed close to her left hip, now, literally leaning over her, leaning a little to look at her face, and then, leaning back, to her stomach. Yes, he wanted to be sure, but he also wanted a little extra, provided she wouldn't mind. Still watching her eyes, his face descended, the smile dropping off his face, as slowly, slowly, his lips parted again, unable to resist himself. Quietly, they enclosed on a small patch of her shirt, and let a little tongue come out, as he kissed her stomach, to where he would guess was her belly button. He was ashamed of himself, but.. just by having her look at him, it enarmored the lion, making him want to go to further heights. This was their first time they'd ever met. He had to remind himself that. This was the first time they'd ever met... and he'd fallen like a stone for her. His lips went up, and in more closer to her face, as he let his nose breath in what may have been her scent. Shampoo, maybe soap, or maybe just her scent, her. Whatever it was... the lion growled at him, and his eyes closed, as he let his tongue out again, a little more forcefully, even onto her shirt, as he didn't care, so long as he was kissing her. Every kiss, every kiss had to be special, he thought to himself, and with the next one, an inch or so lower of her belly button, he let his teeth prod at her quietly, letting his tongue flick out once or twice, just to feel her. Keeping his teeth and tongue out, he dragged it about her stomach in swirly patterns, ocassionally stopping here and there, making each and everyone one deeper and more moist then the last. Couldn't keep count, maybe seventeen of them in all. He was kissing her shirt, yes, so, he had a strange cloth feeling on his tongue, but he was kissing her, and that was all that mattered, enough, hopefully, so that she would feel it. His breath felt hot again, his breathing speeding up. How did she do this to him!? His right hand slipped down, onto it's side, as he gently lowered himself onto her, bringing his face close to hers, but not enough to kiss her. To avoid any akward feelings, he made sure his legs were only to her side, and not anywhere close to being entangled with hers, still just slowly letting his chest lean on hers, supporting himself up with his left arm, more with his elbow now, his right hand twitching.

.. Should he?...

His right hand played with the tip of her shirt.

He would.

Gingerly, very gingerly, the tips of his fingers slowly went up to her back, until he felt what he figured to be the bra strap. No, too much. His breathing was heated, but he managed to slow it down, as he looked at her, his eyes stuck on hers, in a very large embracement of the eyes, although there were yet a few inches between their faces, so close to a kiss. His hand felt around her back.. sometimes passing over the bra strap, but never going underneath it. That would be too fast. And they were going fast enough, as it was. Wait.. it wasn't as smooth. He could swear he felt bumps. He stopped. Backing up slightly. He stared at Madelyn. What..? ".." Gingerly, his hand went over, from behind her back, a little bit with a more serious tone, but still keeping it under her shirt, noticing the transition of what appeared to be a bumpy back, to her smooth stomach, which he blushed slightly more at. ".. A-a m-moment. P-pardon m-me." Quietly, his hand went over to her right side, and, scooting himself back a little, he leaned his head sideways, to her side, and leaned her up, so he could see, pulling up the back of her shirt slightly.

.. Scars.

So many scars. Quietly pulling back down her shirt, the lion shut up suddenly. There was shock. He withdrew from her, his eyes wide-eyed, shock, shock. There were so many scars. He went back to his original kneeling position. Something clicked.

Anger.

Anger suddenly came into his mind. But he hid it, hid it under his eyes. Who... who had done this to her, to this sweet and gentle girl, to.. to his Madelyn!? Quietly, his mouth opened, taking his time, not trying to embaress her, but still, moments of shock still there. Gingerly, ever so gingerly, he asked, "..W-who d-did th-this t-to y-you..?"

[madelyn]

The most rewarding sound in the world in this room right now where the moans of the man she was kissing. His sounds echoing through her mind like the walls of her mind were the walls of a vast canyon. His own moans spurring answering moans in the abnormally silent girl. Her moans coming in gentle whispers the breath of her body coming out and racing across the skin that was there, so sensitive and waiting for her. She wanted to touch and to kiss every part of him. She was so lost in the world as it pertained to the angel in her life. He was the one the perfect one. He fit her like the missing puzzle piece of her life. The final piece that made her finally feel whole and wanted. There was something in his touches, in his eyes that told her this was not only a lust driven moment. No, though it had become along those lines it had certainly started out as gentle and sweet kisses. But right now she was lost and she didn't care.

The kisses broke and they looked into each other's eyes. So many feelings she saw playing out in Jonathan's eyes. She didn't know which one to look at but there were so many racing to the front interchanging it was hard to keep track. Then his eyes. His beautiful grey blue eyes began to water and her heart leapt in her chest like a small butterfly just out of it's cocoon. He fell forward his tears running down her shoulder as she put her arms around him. One hand gently stroking his hair the other gently rubbing his back as she had earlier when he had cried. She wasn't sure why he was crying but he deserved the best comfort she could offer. He was her pillar now. Her lodestone by which to direct her life. He had saved her soul and now she was his completly and utterly. His weight was totally on her and the small statured girl couldn't hold him up completly as they began to fall he called out her name. Right off the edge of the bench they fell Madelyn smiling the whole way down because it was fun truthfully and two because HE had said her name.


She looked up at him when he spoke and tears leaked from the corner of her happy eyes. He had spoken Not just her name but a full sentence. She couldn't care less if his tongue wasn't smooth. In face she wasn't best at speaking either. Eleven years of silence tends to put you out of practice. She cupped his cheek when she saw the appologetic look she shook her head no to tell him not to worry about it. She loved him and she wasn't going to let him worry about anything. She accepted him for who he was right now. She didn't want or need him to change. She was competly in love with him in every way. Who cared if he stuttered? Did it matter. No, it made him more perfect. Her angel had a flaw in most eyes but in hers it was another mark of his perfection. She didn't know anything about sexual positions or sex really in general at all having lived with an abusive Uncle till a few months ago there was no one to have 'the talk' with. So to her him knealing above her was indeed arousing but in the the sense that it was because it was a sexual position because she had no idea but more that he was above her and looking down on her with those intense and beautiful eyes. He came close and appologize but a curious look came across her face as she confessed to him she had no idea why he was sorry. She wanted to lean up and kiss him but he seemed to have other ideas. His hand slid down her back and past her hips as she held back yet another moan having his hand running down her body. She closed her eyes for a moment in the pleasure of his hand until she realized she was being picked up. Once up she curled up into his arms her palms flat on his chest as she let him carry her where ever it was he wanted to go. She was definatly trusting him right now. Normally she wasn't good with men touching her but right now she trusted Jonathan more than anyone in the world. Period.

His voice yet again her name never stumbled always perfect from him. She was falling more and more in love with him the more time they spent together. A vast spiral down into the depths of love. A gentle kiss on the end of her nose and she smiled. Having never felt anything so sweet and innocent she couldn't help but smile. A blush crossing her cheeks only slightly as she kept her eyes on him. Her love. Setting her down every carefully as if she was fragile and would break if handled too roughly. Down into the soft cushion of his sleeping back her head placed perfectly on the pillow as she continued looking up at him. His hands retracted and he watched her with the most caring and careful eyes she had ever seen her own eyes not moving from his own. Check? He had to check for what? Didn't he know? No it was easy to say that he didn't know she had suffered much worse than falling gently off a piano bench. She felt his hands on her body his entire being over her and she swallowed hard. His eyes said something .. something different like that he wasn't only just checking he wanted to move further. Whatever was further than kissing she didn't know she had never learned never taught. She was ignorant and following his lead.

He moved her eyes never leaving his as she stayed still her chest heaving with every breath. She was alreayd heated the fall had changed nothing only made her smile it hadn't really hurt anyway. But here and now with him.. and that look in his eyes she knew that she wanted to see what was going to happen next. She was watching his every move until she couldn't see him anymore. His face down below her bust now hidden by it as she suddenly felt his lips on her shirt. She gasped somehow he wasn't even kissing her skin but it was so sensitive so sensual. Her breathing increased even more the more his tongue, teeth, and lips connected with the soft fabric of her shirt. Her breath now audible small moans escaping in each breath as she felt his lips running across her clothed stomach. Her eyes slipped closed. She left her body in the strong senses running through her body. She could feel everything. She let out another whispered moan. Nothing the girl did made much noise even moaning right now she wasn't loud. She was definatly aroused. Her own body reacting to everything he did.

She looked up into his eyes as he came up next to her. Her chest heaving against the fabric of her shirt with every heated breath she took. His hand in peaked into her shirt just slightly. She drew another deep breath looking up at him she carressed his cheek her eyes only half open as her body was feeling so alive but she felt so safe and comfortable. His hand went up her back. All other thoughs forgotten as she shifted only slightly to give him better grasp of her back. She closed her eyes feeling his soft touch on her back hearing his break slowing as they were both very into this at the moment. She was lost in the touches of him when abruptly they stopped. Her eyes went open as he spoke. Oh no!

How could she have forgotten however briefly about the scars on her back. Already the passion seemed gone so quick what had taken so long to gain. He lifted her up and already tears fell from her face. She knew what this would mean. He would leave her she was unworthy of a man as perfect as he. Her angel would depart flying off into the light to find someone more beautiful and perfect than she. A scarred girl both emotionally and physically. A girl who chose not to speak. A girl who would sing but never speak. Someone who was silent in everything but he was her angel and when he left her. When he cast her out into the shadows once more she would dive deeper into dispair than ever before. She swallowed as he lifted up the back of her shirt closing her eyes tightly as tears leaked from the corners of her violet blue eyes. Her back covered in scars. Scars of the whip she had been hit with so many times. Scars of the hundreds of beatings she had taken before she was rescued. Before her Uncle had taken it one step too far and had to call the hospital. She had a few other scars but her back was where the most were. A criss cross of myriad strokes her back forever scarred and bumpy with the healed white lines that formed when her skin healed.

She had been right. Quickly after seeing the scars he lay her back down and pulled away. Already what she had thought gained she was indeed losing. In every sense of the word she was spiraling back down into the girl she had been just this morning. Her spoken words now seemed useless against the amount of scars on her back. Something flashed in his eyes.. anger. He tried to hide it but she had seen it too many times in her life just a flicker was all she needed to see it. He was angry at her for what? For taking the scars? No it was more than that he was angry at her because she hadn't told him. She had led him to believe that she was normal. Despite being mute she had let him think her body was perfect. Unscarred and as beautiful as nay girls on this campus. When in fact by not telling him she had lied. Now he knew and she was repulsive. She knew she had to be. She sat up ready to leave when he threw her out. Her unperfect self so worthless now. She should have told him. Tears streaming down her face sobs beginning to rack her body as she felt the love of her life slipping through her fingers. Could she hold onto hope? Could she hold onto the love that she had felt for him this one day out of her life and had it returned? Could she live without it now? She would have to, atleast she would try. She moved back into the corner her body crammed into the corner looked so small as she looked up at Jonathan with her scared and lonely eyes realizing she would have to let go the only person she ever treasured in her life. Her flute her only prized posession lay forgotten on the top of the piano in light of Jonathan. She heard his words and her lip quivered as she was dealing with so much pain..

Pain of the memories, pain of the nightmares that plagued her existance, the daydreams that would come at the merest similarity to such a bad incident. But new pain there too as she was to lose him. No matter how much she loved him it wouldn't matter. He couldn't love the deformed and defective girl. How could she ask him to? She wouldn't she would answer him because he deserved to know. Deserved to know that she loved him enough to tell him what others had never heard. She looked up and calmed herself only slightly the tears falling into her lap her knees pressed against her chest her head laying on her knees staring at the wall as her imperfect self did not deserve to look upon him.

"M-my uncle." she whispered and finally broke down into harsh racking sobs. Her eyes streaming. Gentle streaming rivers of tears made their way down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." she whispered again and then she fell silent her sobs silent her body shaking her hair falling all around her small thin body as she waited for the rejection.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Normally, someone would know it to be culturally polite to at least ignore to mention certain physical features. Things that would tend to be natural to the rest of us, things that we learn by interacting with others. This 'social' innateness that teaches even more social skills, that drives us to interact. Something that cannot be taught from inside a watery tube, something that cannot be taught in the atmosphere in an army, something that cannot be taught in the solitude of one's mind. Today.. tonight, Jonathan learned this, bitterly, as every drop of Madelyn's tears fell. Every tear, dropping a pound of stones on his heart, weighing him down, making him feel terrible for pointing it out. His eyes averted, the fire dying down, giving way to shame, but were closed before the feelings could be seen through them, his white hair falling before his face, blanketing it completely. 'Twas a familiar feeling, a really familiar feeling. 'Twas a feeling of shame. And that was when he would lose himself in the snow. But now was not the time for the snow. She was the one who had the right to feel pity, as it was his fault. Why had he interrupted this progression of things, just to point out scars? It was rude, it was wrong, it was his fault, the mistake of a stupid dog, such as himself--- There was slight movement, felt on the ground. Jonathan's head tilted, very unnoticeably, but it was more then enough for his right eye to flick open, and watch as she sat up. This beautiful girl, Madelyn... she was crying, because he had brought up a stupid thing that shouldn't have mattered, shouldn't have mattered, because he was there to be with her, not to pry into her past, and make her feel terrible. There was no movement in his stature, however, no sense of movement. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, ready to give answer. An answer he never should've asked for.

So many tears... so many tears on her lap, every single drop, a reminder of yet another sin he had commited, for every sin he had commited, for every sin he would commit, at the expense of someone else. Jonathan's tongue went between the grinding stones of his teeth, as with a subtlemovement of his head, he snapped onto it, biting it, cursing himself. The way she couldn't bring herself to look at him, the way she squeezed herself into a corner, trying to be away from him, a dividing thing... it ripped him, it tore at him. He didn't want to feel like a dog anymore. Didn't want.. to be treated like a dog.. by her, even though he knew he was one. Didn't want to commit the greatest sin.. and make HER feel like a dog... UNFORGIVEABLE, BLASPHEMY, GREATEST SIN TO HIS SOUL.. these words, these words, these words, they rang out in him, they stung at him, though his body didn't heave. These words, they were his sins, they were his life, they were his destinty, his fate, his punishment. It was these words that he would rake at himself with, these words that he would claw himself apart for.. never could he bring himself to hurt her, yet, somehow, he had, somehow, he did, and now... now he must pay retribution..--- Let it wait, let me see if I can give her back the joy that she once found in me; give her back the look in her eyes, and how she would look at me lovingly; if I can have her forgive me... because, I cannot forgive myself. She, Madelyn, she had declared him her angel. But, he was a dog, just a lowly dog. If truly he was her angel... then it was she who gave him his wings, because only in the time that they had met, had he soared higher into the realms of joy. .. Falling like a stone, falling already, although only a few feet away from, just falling... a feeling worse then any pain he'd ever been forced to endure in his life... he had to redeem himself. Bring joy to her again, though he was not worthy. Thoughts that had felt so foreign, only hours ago, now, feelings he knew, felt, it scarecely mattered which, that he knew that it was only through her from which his soul had been conceived, saved, and given.. the Lord's blessing on his blasphemic existence, truly a sign of the Lord's grace.

"M-my uncle." she finally whispered, and his hands clenched, shaking within himself, that wrought out of him an agony, opening his eyes, just to see what she was doing. Crying, racking herself uncontrollably. Agony. Agony. This was true agony. This was true suffering. The fate of a lovebird, who is left alone. Damnation on his recently conceived soul, he didn't deserve one. Sins, he had commited, sins...!! To hear her voice, her beautiful voice in the tone of unhappiness, wrong, wrong, wrong, this was wrong, this was wronger then he. Wrong. "I'm so sorry." she whispered, the sobbing egging away at him, destroying him from the inside, terrible feelings, feelings of self-conviction, welling up in his heart. Sorry. She was sorry. Dawn. What she was feeling finally dawned on him, his eyes opening, a burst of tears splashing against the inner walls of the mask of his face, his hair, tears intermingling in the strands of his hair, falling silently to the ground. She shouldn't be feeling this way. This... this... this... "MADELYN." came his voice, not screaming, not yelling, but with an affirmness, his face still hidden, therefore, hiding away the tears, as he stood up, towering over her, to bring more emphasis. More hurt. But.. had to be done.. had to be done. ".. D-don't e-ever a-apologize f-for th-that." His voice. 'Twas not cold, twas not hateful, but affirming in a way, a way that he almost felt that he were lecturing a little girl, something that he was afraid that would hurt her, something that may actually help her, but, those thoughts were gone now. A few steps, just a few steps he took, until he was just standing over her, where she was, almost as if she were ready to give up. No. Not yet. Don't give up... just yet.

His hands tried to reach out to her, but fell back to his sides. Had to. Bending over slightly, he reached for her, still keeping his face hidden, his eyes closing now, with her, with Madelyn back in his hands. Quietly, he raised her up, standing her, her back against the corner, his hands on her shoulders, staring at her, through the mask of his hair, which fell away, as he moved his head forward to her. Had to... had to be with her. His hands, his hands, gingerly, they fell past her shoulders, down to her sides, wrapping her closer in his arms towards him, as he took a step forwards to her, his eyes hidden by the shadows of his hair, as he caressed her. He spoke nothing, but let his tears intermingle with hers, letting it fall on both of them, moving his face in closer. But.. but he backed up, his grip releasing, as he stood, a foot away from her, his eyes still hidden. His hands went to the sides of his shirt, as slowly, he peeled it off himself, inch by inch, thread by thread, letting her watch the whole procession, until finally, his white shirt was above his head, which he flung to the side of the room. Hanging around his neck, a silver, simple cross, with no symbol of Jesus being crucified on it. Just a cross, simple, and silver, a representitive of himself. Again he swallowed, this time, holding out his right hand, and laying it on himself, across his chest, as he let it slide down, down to where his belly button was. .. Or at least, should've been. There was no belly button. No cord. No sign of a mother having given birth to him. Unnatural. Blasphemic. Tears pitter pattered down himself, slightly intensified, but only slightly. He looked up at her, his eyes finally showing a look of what was... pain, remorse, self-confliction, and so many things... so many things. Her uncle, it was, it was such a strange subject. "I-I'm s-sorry... I-I'm s-sorry I-I h-hurt y-you b-by br-bringing u-up th-the sc-scars. B-but I-I h-have s-secrets t-too.." he said, as he walked up closer to her again, his hands on her shoulders, squeezing very gently, looking at her, his voice shaky, even for a stutter, their faces... their faces so close again. His eyes, his eyes they closed for a moment, tears stopping to fall, as he was yet in sorrow, yet in the midst of the only person who had made him happy. His breathing became slightly quicker, nervousness again taking him, as he he looked at her, bending down his head to look at her lips, before looking back up at her. And, they kissed, his eyes, kissing hers, but, there was more. There was more.. there was more. But, he dared only to dream it in his eyes. He loved her, he loved her, but how could she ever love someone like him?

A smile.

"... Y-you c-call m-me y-your a-angel..." he whispered, as he let his nose touch her forehead, before enhaling deeply, getting over the sadness. He'd make it up to her. "S-so, g-give m-me m-my w-wings..." he said, a little more loudly, a lot more heatedly, as he slowly, slowly breathing on her forehead, kissed it, wanting to take her away from thoughts of her uncle, letting it lie there for a moment, before pulling back his head, but only, ever so slightly, descending a little bit, until they were back to eye level, as his eyes kissed her again, his lips breathing, getting so close to hers, but, he paused, and descended further, kissing her chin. It would not be as passionate as he would've liked it to be, but, his grip on her was slowly increasing, as his hands slowly began to slide down her arms, his head descending even lower, going up, this time, his hovering above her kiss. The oath he'd made to himself... that every kiss would be special. His tongue extending slightly, his lips embracing her neck, suddenly in a heated passion, felt the sensations of fire, as it came from his throat, burning him, but making him feel alive, his tongue suddenly coming out on its own, licking at her neck, unable to control himself, suddenly. His eyes widened, as he broke the kiss on her neck, a fire stoked a new, butterflies bursting in his stomach, the blood rushing to his face again. His hands had begun going back and forth, but still fairly slowly, stroking, massaging her arms, feeling them, so delicately soft, arms he wanted to feel all ove r himsel- What in the world was he saying!? Holding back a laugh, a real laugh, it settled into a very, very rare mischievious smile on his face, his whole face as a whole, as he looked up at her, and then, slowly let his lips saunter over the thoughts, making his heart flutter, as his lips hovered above the area of her body where her heart was. Gingerly, careful not to hit into either of her breasts, lest he make himself look like a pervert, he slowly embraced her heart, kissing it, his eyes closing, a strange passion felt within, as if he were connecting with something far deeper, deeper in his soul. His hands and legs had seemingly developed lives of their own, his hands suddenly becoming entangled in both of hers, gently pushing both against the wall, his right leg up, knee resting on the wall, almost resting himself on her, but definetly still holding her up.

He swallowed nervously, as he stood back up, deciding to kiss her stomach for another time, looking at her. Looking at Madelyn. .. In the recesses of his mind, he was frightened the stomach might enflame him too much, so that he might even going even further south.. but even then, the mischief in his eyes did not leave, as he slowly led her arms and hands to her side. Without a word, he began to press his shirtless self against her chest, resting his head on hers, as if to cuddle, but not putting any of his weight on her, as slowly, his hands released their grip, and crawled to the sides of her hips. The smile grew larger, as he nodded at her suddenly, and picked her up, by her hips, ever so softly, and put her back down, facing the other way, so that she couldn't see him. Passion was taking over again... And so came his reason, 'what better way to say it's okay' then to do...'. He smiled, coming closer, his chest on her back again, his hands, at her hips again, slowly letting his head read on her neck, letting his teeth out first this time, as he tenderly bit onto her neck, his arms going before her, crossing over, as he took another bite, tasting beauty, imagining blueberries in the white cloud sky. It was... a blessing from a sin. From her uncle's actions, she had suffered.. but, had it not been for him... he never would've met her. At least, not in this way, not in this way. Which was why, he needed to do this. God had created good from evil acts. ".. Madelyn.. it's okay..." Barely did he even notice, that he wasn't stuttering, when he said that. Not just her name, but, the whole sentence. But, he was too lost in her to realize this now. And slowly, his fingers curled up, underneath her shirt, and slowly pulled, softly, gently, letting her know his ever intent, as her shirt came off, and he let it fall. There before him, lay so many scars of her uncle. Tapping his hands on her stomach slightly, as if to tickle it, they slid back, slowly to her back.

Quietly, he rested his head on the back of hers, breathing in her hair, biting it for a moment, before letting his head slide next to hers, as he leaned closer and closer to her. "...Y-your sc-scars a-are n-nothing t-to b-be a-ashamed o-of...." he whispered sweetly, the backsides of both of his forefingers travelling up, going around the white scars, instead of through them. As they neared her shoulder blades, he tilted his head sideways, and went to her neck, closing his eyes, as he slowly bit into it, licking the soft skin he held in his mouth for a while, before kissing it. Slowly, all his fingers came out to play, as they began to trail down her back, and then, gently just swaying back and forth in various patterns. "Y-your b-back i-is p-part o-of a-a b-beautiful p-painting..." he said, his head slowly going own, his hands falling away, going to her hands, gingerly pressing them against the wall, "a-a b-beautiful p-painting I-I c-call..." whispered very heatedly, his face aflush, as his lips were at the center of her back, breathing incredibly slowly, but heavily... "Madelyn." And then, with the tug of his lips alone, he pressed down, and kissed her back. Passion.

Passion took over as his eyes closed, his lips trembling as it moved onto a various spot, and kissed again, making it wetter, but quicker, and down again on her right shoulder-blade, and over, and over again, suddenly losing himself in this blood-boiling, lusty frenzy, starting to add more tongue, more licks, nibbling here and there, scraping around with his teeth, when finally, he came to the only spot of her back he had not kissed, as his mouth hovered above the very strap that held her bra in place. Jonathan swallowed audibly, sweat on his face. Dare he? Clasping her hands, as he stood straight up, so that she was holding herself, with his hands clasping her hands.. he nodded to himself. With a devilish smile. Oh, he probably more then dared.. and slowly descending back his head to the strap, he first let his lips enclose it, slowly letting his tongue out to play, coming from underneath the strap, using the teeth to slowly, open.. open slightly... until, finally, it fell away to both sides, his hands moving around, massaging her hands, as he licked the the area where the bra had been, letting it breathe, as he bit into it, before, resting his nose on her back, nuzzling into it a little, as he let his cheek rest on it, and rubbed around with it, sliding it up, until it ended up just to the left of her head. A strange look, a lusty look, but a look that wanted to say more... ".. Madelyn, I-I...." he choked, but moving his head a little further, to look at her eyes, he nodded, smiling. He'd say it someday.. just not today, no. His life was short, as it was.. coughing, to clear his voice... he looked at her. He would never use this term often, even in the 'lovey dovey' way... but, he knew this much was for certain. His hands fell away, making sure she held her bra in place. Too distracted right now to button it back up. Turning her around again, in that corner of theirs, of the room, his hands rest on her shoulders, gliding down to the sides of her chest... he looked at her, speechless at how beautiful she was. Madelyn... the fair maiden with the voice of an angel, the sweet girl who was so kind hearted. This was this person, the person who had taken him. There was no smile on his face anymore, as he slowly held her closer to him, his arms enwrapping her, pulling her closer, his eyes, his eyes looking into hers, looking past hers, looking into something deeper, far more beautiful then this world had ever seen before. His eyes said it all. She was his lifelong passion. Madelyn... his lips quivering... looking down, his lips getting so close to hers... a quiver. But no stutter to be found, not at this moment. He looked again into her eyes, with the feeling of inifintie possibilities, all teeming from her. ".. Madelyn..." he whispered.

"I love you."

And gently, his head turned, pulling her closer to him, stepping closer to her, as his lips came onto hers, embracing her, embracing his love of the world, embracing the source of all his passions, embracing the woman who'd given him a soul, who made him feel...

.. A woman, named Madelyn.

[madelyn]

His voice. That sweet angel's song that came out of Jonathan was what cut through some of the pain she finally looked up the tears moving down her cheeks. She looked at the man his white hair hiding his face. A mask... his hair was like a mask she could not see his eyes could not see if he accepted or denied her as she was. She stayed in her corner no where to move. Why not stay in the corner? For here she had two walls holding on to her. Here she was alone yet supported. It was here she retreated to in her times of torture when the brusies had been dealt and the cuts bleeding she would curl up in the corner for days. No food.. a lot of sleep.. and a lot of silent tears.

Dark still shrouded her world. This angel of light.. this Jonathan had come and saved her soul before complete despair could settle in it. Yet still the doubts. The pain. The fear. They still lived. The ice had melted only a few hours ago and she was warming but oh how easy it would be for her entire being to freeze once more. She waited. Waited for the hammer to fall for the darkness to come. For her life to fall back into even more despair than before. Because now she had tasted light. She had reveled in the sweet delicate flavor of happiness only to be thrust back down because she was impure. Oh how now she wished that he had found earlier. But it was impossible and now she would suffer. No greater tragedy could she suffer than to lose him.

He was telling her not to appologize but what else could she do. It was her fault they were there. No day of her life had she ever acted normal or proper. At least not sense her parents had been murdered. Never speaking always silent no matter what she did unless it was her music. She was beaten and abused to force her to speak when in fact it only drove her deeper down into herself.

His hands they came down and pulled her up. She looked up at his face and he came closer ever closer she wanted to cry harder now for his arms going around her thin body meant so much to her. But she held everything back she waited perhaps this was goodbye. Perhaps this was his way to tell her that he HAD cared but now he could not love her. Unperfect. Unwanted. That was what she was. Closer still he came until he pulled her into a embrace completly. She lay there against him his own tears now felt on her as she held him closer. She needed this. Needed him. Would he leave? Was it wrong she was praying for God not to take her one angel away? Was it wrong to pray that she would be allowed to hold onto something so perfect and magical? Then he pulled back and her head shot up watching.. waiting for what was going to happen now. Was this goodbye? Would she have to leave now? No.. something else.

She watched as he pulled his shirt off slowly his eyes still hidden she feared now what he was hidding from her. What emotion was it that made him not want to look at her. Was he ashamed now to be with her. Was that the reason his eyes would not look into hers anymore. Her head wanted to look down her mind told her she was no longer wanted here but then why? Why did he take his shirt off. His perfect white skin.. his toned muscles how she longed to touch them. She almost stepped forward and in fact reached out touching his perfect skin before he lifted up his hand and she pulled back only her fingertips grazing his skin. His hand moved down and she let her eyes follow his hand. She saw that he had no belly button. But it didn't scare her. It intrigued and made her want to learn even more about him. She wanted to know everything there was to know. She almost reached out again wanting to carress and touch his smooth stomach but he came forward. Speaking again to her. His voice melting more of the frost that had formed on her heart the moment the scars came up. She looked up and his eyes.. so many emotions finally he was letting her see and she moved now. She had to tell him. Shaking her head slowly and looking deep into his eyes she told him that she didn't care he didn't have a belly button that he was worth everything to her. He was her everything.

His song came again, his voice ringing out to tell her something that made her eyes grow wide. She? She was his wings? Oh God. How she never expected to hear those words from him. Never in her life had she expected to hear that if he was her angel it was only because she gave him wings. Did that mean they could stay together? The perfect pair he her angel and she his wings. His lips on her forehead the gentle touch of them made her want to go back. Back to ten minutes ago when the scars were hidden and they hadn't a care in the world beside each other but no.. he had needed to know and he found out. Now together as a.. couple? they were dealing with it. The kisses her neck.. her chin.. his arms massaging hers. He pressed her against the wall and she didn't mind the thought the sensations running through her mind and her body once again. He knealt down for a moment kissing her chest. Just above where her cleavage would be he kissed her heart so lovingly.

He stood again and she looked up at him silent as ever. And he came in close again and then suddenly.. he picked her up his hands on her hips he picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all and turned her around so that she no longer faced him. She wasn't sure but she assumed he wanted to see all the scars about would be looking underneath her shirt. His words told her it would be okay and she trusted him. The first man in her life she had ever trusted. He pulled her shirt off and she let him knowing why. He wanted to see the scars and she didn't blame him in the least. She knew she too would be curious. His fingers, lips, face, his nose.. they all carressed her back his lips leaving no part untouched by his gentle carresses. Tears leaked from her eyes once more but this time it was different. This time she had happy tears coming from her eyes. His words she was a painting and these scars merely the strokes of the brush that had created the girl now standing before him. She felt him move her arms to wrap around herself and she let him guide her. She felt his mouth on her back again and felt the bra suddenly come loose now and she knew now why he had her holding herself like this.

He began to speak and stopped she looked up into his eyes wondering what he wanted to tell her. He turned her around so that she now faced him. He would now notice one of the other scars. From her left shoulder curving down to the left of her breast and down past her waist into her waist band where it would end at her hip. A knife wound from her uncle one night when he got too drunk. The night he had taken her to the hospital. The night she almost bled to death. The night she almost died and had been forced to miss out on her angel. But now she was here and he was saying... Oh God.. did he just say... tears true happy tears fell from her face as in her excitement she let go over herself her bra falling down to the floor as she moved quickly and threw herself into his arms. Her head just underneath his chin as now she was all too aware that there was no clothing between her chest and his but she didn't care. Her face turned bright red as she looked up at him and kissed his lips gently letting her lips merge with his more and more each time her kiss came. Five kisses each longer than the last. Five? No significance but she was going of her instinct. She was so in love with him and now he with her.

She pulled back not enough to break contact but enough to look up at him as she pushed his fantastic white hair behind his ears again wanting to see that beautiful face of his. She knealt down in front of him and ran her hands over his stomach. She lay her face on it the right side of her face touching the place where his belly button would be had he been given on. Madelyn lay her lips on the very spot where had he been graced with a belly button and kissed the soft skin of his stomach. She kissed his skin letting her tongue and her teeth come out letting him know that he was no monster only more of an angel every moment she spent with him. She let her mouth run all over the area letting her teeth tug on the waistband of his pants but never pulling hard enough to make the button pop. She began to kiss her way gently up his chest starting from the waist of his pants a kiss every inch up across his stomach onto his muscular chest and up to his neck. Each kiss laying the grounds for the next on even more loving and passion filled than the previous one. She wanted to let him know that though they both had their flaws they were still so perfect for each other. Even more so she thought every minutes as her angel.. Jonathan was even more perfect in her eyes than before. She looked up at him with a smile on her face a true and happy one despite the happy tears running down her face. She kissed him with her eyes. She..she was going to speak again.

"Jonathan.. my angel.. my love." she whispered as she let her lips brush his but not kiss him not yet. He would wait. He would have to wait. It was a tease she knew but she had more to say. She didn't stutter but did have problems with long sentences. Having not spoken for eleven years she definatly was out of practice.

"My soul.. is yours.." she whispered and kissed the right side of his neck letting her teeth graze the sensitive skin. "I .. love.. love you, Jonathan."

And now she would reach up her arms going around his neck as she looked deep into those eyes showing him her feelings were true and real. Madelyn smiled at him her brightest smile yet. She kissed him gently at first a small kiss letting him feel the gentle feelings of love before she deeped the kiss to the lusty passion they had shared not too long ago. Jonathan had already acheived that again but now she was coming back and she wanted him to return it. She let her hands run down his chest carressing his torso exploring every inch of his toned flesh. Her perfect angel. Her love. Her Jonathan.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Love at first sight. Falling in love. True love. So many cliche terms, so many descriptions for it, so dramatic, so passionate. But the difference in feeling is that when someone's talking to you about it, you scoff... but when you are deep in love... that's wholly another story unto itself. For Jonathan, admitting he was in love with her was a huge step in... well, any direction, honestly, and in all directions. This ment... he'd have to tell her about his... 'design' and his... 'lifespan'. In God's name, how would he do this? But that wasn't on his mind, right now. What was on his mind was that she rushed in at him, her bra dropping, her bra dropping, Jonathan suddenly blushing furiously as he averted his eyes up to her face, right when she threw himself in his arms, becoming all too aware of the fact that she was hugging him without any layer between them to cover her... breasts, his face becoming a deep crimson red as all the blood in his body flushed to his face; the lion could only purr, noting how perky yet soft they wer--- Gah! His arms cautious, his breathing becoming explosively audible, yet still in the early stages of excitement, Madelyn looked at him, her face also red, as she leaned up to his mouth. Her kisses came onto his lips, about five, all getting so much stronger and hotter with each one, Jonathan being easy, as he slowly got to hug her during the second kiss, and a little more firmly by the fourth. Swallowing nervously as she finished her last kiss, pressing back his own lips as much as he could, his breathing in a fast rush of excitement, so glad to see her in a happy state of mind again, he would've hugged her there, but, she seemed to have other plans. Pushing back his hair behind his ear, his head going along with it naturally, his face taking comfort in the gesture he loved so much, subtlely grunting in a very low-sounding, but deep way, as if he were purring. As she ducked down, making him hesistate, his eyes wide, curiosity and confusion in his eyes, and then, further embaressment flushing to his face as he realized what she might be doing.. no, that wasn't righ--- Whoa. Whoa..

Sharply breathing out, his breathing turning to a stutter, his eyes closing, as she kissed where his bellybutton wasn't. Oh Lord... he hadn't expected tha- Ha-ah..ah.... ah... Whoa... his whole body began to react, his eyes closing shut, as he resisted succumbing to the sudden feeling of sensations that filled his body, as she started to , his eyes closed tightly to hide the excitement that was held behind it, lust only being a second thought to how amazing this --- Ahhh.... AHHH---!! Her tongue, her teeth, driving him mad, driving him insane, the lion roaring uncontrollably as his body shook with the excitement. Madelyn started tugging on the top of his pants, part of Jonathan wanting to tell her 'no, stop, I'm not someone you should waste yourself on!' the other one screaming, 'Madelyn... Oh God I love you so much..!' but either way, both were uncharacteristic thoughts of him. What in the world..? Stifling moans, he was stifiling moans, as quivered, every kiss, getting higher, every touch, getting stronger. Up his chest, the grunt a quiet-low continuing one that raised up in pitch with every kiss, turning into a soft moan as she reached his neck, his heart thumping his back starting to sweat, this amazing girl, this amazing girl giving him so many sensations, thinking he'd sudden burst, as the feeling of her kisses mounted so high, when she stopped and looked at him, kissing her with her eyes. Two green pupils embraced back her violet blues, dancing with one another, tears swimming in hers. "Jonathan.. my angel.. my love." came the sweet whisper, her lips pressing against his, but only for a moment, Jonathan wanting to have at her again, only slightly disappointed, but in the feeling of happiness, his eyes subtle with the feeling of contentment and.. happiness. She was speaking. "My soul.. is yours.." came the voice again, a shaky breath coming out as she kissed his neck, the teeth coming at it, turning him on so much. Such a soft touch she had. "I .. love.. love you, Jonathan."

Madelyn. It was the gentle sweetness of her voice that carried such powerful words that struck him. He barely noticed anything wrong with her way of talking, so lost in the moment. Those words.. it shook at him. It shook at him like a volcano erupting him. It took him a full few moments to actually realize what she'd just said. She actually said she loved him, back to him. Said her soul was his. Stricken, his own tears falling again, Madelyn's tender arms going around his neck, staring back at her as she looked at him. They say the quiet ones are the ones to look out for. His mouth was unprepared for her soft lips, kissing at him gently, before slowly, it grew stronger, more amorous, Jonathan, not wanting to miss out on this, returning the kiss, kissing her, his arms going around her waist, quietly moaning into her, as she kissed him so suprisingly powerfully, her hands up and down his chest, driving him wild. He wasn't officially human, and yet... he felt this... innate feeling. He wanted to feel her as well. Wanted to touch her, her body so warm, her hands so loving. He resisted reacting to all of this sudden feeling of lust. His hands, they gripped her firmly, but gently so, pushing his lips into hers, as his tongue went in, feeling the warmth from within her, lightly patting on her tongue, massaging it, before loosening up, still adjusting to keep the kiss going, his hands going all around her back, feeling every scar, embracing her beautiful artwork, sliding up to her sides, his left hand going across her stomach, before sweeping across it again, on its back, taking hold of her right hip. His right hand was much more cautious, all five fingers slowly massaging their way across her stomach, blushing brightly, as he wanted to feel... higher, but his hands only suceeded in going up the middle of her chest, just rubbing against the edges of it, as he felt his body getting hotter and hotter, her warm soft body filling his with lust. What made it all the more exciting wasn't just the fact that he loved her body, but the fact that she herself was so sweet and kind. These things struck him, giving her teeth one last feel, before moving his mouth down, his teeth going gently as it slowly closed not too tightly around her lower lip, tugging on it with a loving bite before releasing it, his breathing increasing, his whole body becoming in tune with the rhythm, as he... wanted her, more and more. Wanted her. His breathing increased with these thoughts. Faster... faster, the excitement growing in him even more so.

His eyes suddenly spotted a scar that went from her shoulder... down her left breast, which he noted in particular... and then, ending at her hip. Oh God... dare he do it, dare he do it? To his own embaressment, his hands becoming entangled in hers, but more so, his 'pants' going ahead of him, towards her, stopping against her as it felt contact, he knew he'd have to. She was Madelyn. She was beautiful. And she was driving him insane. His mouth suddenly came to where the scar started, just hovering over it, breathing heatedly on it, extending his tongue out, until it just barely touched it, and then, slowly, slowly, he dragged the tip of it, across her scar, slowly, taking his time on her shoulder, and slower still, onto her chest... and taking his time, despite the pangs he gave himself mentally, at her breast, going slower and slower, as it went down further, stopping only at the waistline, and only because it was there. His teeth came out, his eyes eager, looking up at her, just to let her know what he was doing, telling her when he should stop, if it became too much. But his teeth... they tugged at it, trying to pull it down, but her pants was just.. in the way. Despite himself, he grinned, as he came in front of her, his head still at the same level of where it stopped. He was in front of her button.. he looked up at her, his eyes filled with wanting, but, lust and passion was in control now, and he looked back down, looking at the amazing belly button. He'd return the favor. In a gasp for air, he rose up his mouth, kissing her belly button, thanking God, thanking her Mother that she'd given birth to such a beautiful child, to such an alluring woman, who'd given him so much, given him hope, given him a soul. To thank it.. his tongue went in slightly, weaving in and out, as he dragged his mouth down, his tongue retreating, his teeth coming out to play, sliding down her lower stomach, and then... staring at the button.

.. Dare he really do it? His teeth going down, his tongue going up to the zipper part certainly said he dared. Getting the zipper puller with his teeth, he pulled it down, looking again up at her, the passion in him now, in his eyes, as his tongue went underneath the button, giving him grip, and a feel of what was inside, but he paused. His teeth, they came out, onto the button, slowly, sliding it through, the releasing 'pck' sound, as the button fell away, her pants loosesning, and he hesitated. Was this really right? His fingers released themselves from their own grip on her hands, as slowly, slowly they made their way for hips, her pants still on around her waist, but loosely so, as he moved his 'pants' closer to hers, standing up, looking at her, his breathing still fast, looking at her, kissing her with his eyes.. his hands somewhat.. 'twitchy'. He was doing a lot of things he'd ever thought he'd do, before his life ended. Again, his life seemed so short, but that was quickly put out of his mind. His hands crept into her sides, feeling her the laces of her... (hard, loud swallow) ... panties.. the blush really coming strong now, feeling as though his whole face was red.. and chances were, it probably was. But, he looked resolutely into her eyes. His hands stopped playing around, and... really slid them down. Oh God... his body.. his mind... he himself knew what he was doing was going to lead to something... but, he couldn't restrain himself anymore.. His eyes, they looked at her.

"... Madelyn.."

'.. I love you too, I love you so much...' so that his arms, they went around her again, pressing her against him, loving her so much for who she was. His tears dry, but the sadness still remaining, but the love overwhelming...

She had given him wings.

Made him an angel.

Awoke his deepest passions and feelings.

Told him her soul was his.

Gave him a soul to love her with.

Made him whole.

[madelyn]

Passion seemed to fill the room. Every particle in the room was filled with the passion and lust that the two teenagers felt for each other. It was defiantly getting more intense. Madelyn was completly lost within his arms and his kisses. His lips matched hers perfectly. They seemed made especially for each other as they came together into the sweetest most beautiful kisses ever shared. Her body was changing between lust and love shifting gears constantly. She loved him so much she wanted to feel his hands on her body caressing and touching. She wanted his lips.. the same lips the soft flesh that had caressed her back and brought her so much pleasure already to touch her .. to grace her body in his inner light. The angelic kisses Christening her body with his blessings of beauty. She only felt beautiful around him like his eyes had that effect on her self esteem that no other act could have in her life.

He had taken her to a new level of being. A new plateau of life. From him came a spring of good feelings rushing through her body not only physical but mental as well. Healing old wounds. Healing past scars. Healing her. Jonathan was her angel in every aspect of the word and his hands on her body only made her feel even better. The way he carressed her scarred skin like it was pure silk. The way he nibbled and bit on her skin like she was the sweetest delicacy of all the world. His tongue in her mouth was so inviting and she eagerly returned the attention. Her hands running up and down his bare chest. Craving him and learning every small bump of his body. His perfect body. When he pulled back her bottom lip traveling with him a small way as she moaned out just slight more of a whimper of pleasure as her violet blue depths opened to look up at her Angel. She could hear his breath her own matching it stroke for sroke as their chests rose and fell at an increased rate.

She blushed. The pink color racing across her pale cheeks giving more life to her face as she noticed his eyes traveling the scar. It was much more prominent than the ones on her back but had been caused by a weapon and so it would have been so. His eyes on it were seeming to make her blush more but... Oh.. oh his tongue.. his lips.. traveling down the length of her scar. His mouth on the silky and still bumpy skin of her torso. Down and down he went his tongue and his soft gentle lips kissing the marks on her body as if they only made her more beautiful. Where she saw pain and unattractiveness he saw beauty and her. His lips stopped as they reached the tops of her jeans the scar extending slightly past that. His eyes. Oh those beautiful grey blue depths reminded her of a foggy day. Or the skies just before a rain. And in fact that was much more accurate. His eyes were like a storm cloud begging for release to rain down his emotions and passions on the small thin girl standing before him. His teeth took hold of her jeans and tugged but the small girl as thin as she was at least her jeans fit well and they went no where. She smiled down at him and ran her gentle unscarred hands through his hair closing her eyes at the silken feel of it running through her fingers. His lips on her belly button softly carressing that which he did not have only made her moan. Her head tossed back gently as his tongue entered the small hole. She bit her lower lip trying to keep her moans to a quiet minimum but ohhh so hard when the very Angel of God was kissing you.

She watched as his tongue came out and lifted the clasp on her zipper. Her eyes large as she watched her breathing increasing every moment that he touched her at all. She was too far gone in this to stop period and in fact she didn't want to. With every moment, with every motion he brought her ever closer.. ever closer to wanting his hand to touch her every where. She wanted to experience not only life but the entire world as a whole with the man whose hands were now on her body. She felt the button come lose as his talented tongue and teeth never ceased to amaze her. He stood then their eyes locked. His still pouring their passion out to her like a heavy rain fall on the most beautiful spring day. His hands on her body her chest rising and falling with every increased breath as he slid her jeans down her hips his hands running down along her thigh momentarily until the jeans fell away into a pile at her feet. Her name.. oh God why did her name sound so perfect coming from him! She looked up and saw all the feelings and all the love that was in his face, eyes, his body.. oh so perfect all of it.

She wanted to return every favor.. every sensation that he had gifted her with. If she died tomorrow she would have only one regret and that was to leave this perfect angel alone. She stepped closer to him out of her jeans which she kicked to the side gently as she lay her lips on his chest. Starting with one right in the center between his two collar bones she lay a heated passionate kiss her lips melding with his skin. Down and down she went ever slow.. ever passionate as each kiss left love in their wake. The rivers of her love for him were over flowing into the banks of lust but it was all intertwined she loved him so very much that she adored everything he was about. She didn't even know his last name yet felt like she had known him her entire life. Her kisses .. a straight line of passion down every further down stopping again where his belly button would have been as she ran her hands over his stomach and let her mouth kiss and nibble at the skin. Her hands the deft fingers used to so many years of playing her flute. They rose gently ever gently to his waist. Slidding down his sides and to the band of his pants where they made their way to the front.

Her fingers pushed the button through easily as she undid the zipper her mouth laying the gentle kisses still on his soft stomach. Down with the zipper easily as if it had been ready to go. Kissing her way back up slowly each kiss more hot and passionate than the last. Her lips on his heated skin she could feel and almost hear the blood flowing through their veins. Her hands they traveled up his arms and through his hair before traveling back down slowly massaging his soft skin as her lips connected with his. Her tongue pushing into his mouth gently as she explored the mysterious cavern craving even more to know.. more.. yes more. She wanted to know and experience everything she had ever desired with this man. Still kissing him ever passionatly she slid her hands down his hips inside his pants letting his pants fall to the floor as hers had done. Both now on equal terms with their clothing. She broke the kiss and looked up at him. Her hands craving to touch more as they ran slightly over his undergarmet. Never touching but always close to the center.

She let her violet blue eyes kiss him gently ever gently as she told him with her beautiful eyes alone the irises so deep and passionate so full of love for the man that stood in front of her like no other. She reached up and kissed his neck her hot breath raining out on the sensitive skin before she latched onto his earlobe her hands running up and down his back. Pressing gently applying pressure so he would know.. know now how much she wanted him to touch her. To have her for his forever. She belonged to him now. And he to her. They would be together and she would never leave his side. This was what she had longed for her entire life. She kisses along his jawline from left to right his chiseled features gave her something to crave. God how beautiful he was... her angel.

She kissed his lips again her tongue slipping through the warm folds of his lips and carressing the interior of his mouth ever loving. She loved every part of him not one thing was ugly or undesireable. No he was her angel and he was perfect. She broke the kiss and stood there looking at him for a moment before she kissed down his chest her lips landing haphazardly on his chest no real point of origin like the stars she watched at night scattered in the sky so too were her kisses. Down to his waist band again the undergarmets in the way yes but she would not move them.. no not yet. He may not be ready.. no best to wait .. later.. yes later. Instead her kissed came back to the straight line down the center of his undergarment. The buldge was there yes and she kissed it letting her tongue come out and carress the fabric and let her mouth carress what was underneath it. She went down and down so slowly each kiss and carress lingering longer than the last until she felt no more skin. She looked up at him now her face bright red as she rose slowly. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled herself up wrapping her thin legs around his waist as pressed herself against his body her hand running through his hair her eyes looking into his.

She knew where this would lead and she was ready. To be with her angel giving not only her heart and soul but her body as well to the man that had given her life and showed her how to live. She kissed his forehead and locked eyes with him again his beautiful eyes.

"Jonathan.. I.. I love... love you." she said softly as she cupped his cheek.

She kissed him again then her passion taking over her lust driving her forward as she was ready. Her lips connected and disconnected with his in a myriad of kisses each lingering and passionate never sure if this one would be the one to last. Each kiss devouring and hungry. She wanted to feel his hands. She wanted to feel him.

He had saved her soul, her heart, and her. He was her savior. In the fairy tales they speak of the knight in shinning armor and that was her Jonathan. Her angel. She may have given him wings but he.. he had given her life.

[Jonathan Winters *Deceased*]

Madelyn was moaning. Moaning. Sometimes restrained and held back, other times released, sounds of pleasure, excitement. All of which were arousing to Jonathan's ears... and even that was an understatement. God... dear God... he couldn't imagine life without her anymore. What she made him do, how she made him feel.. The worst part was, she loved him back. And perhaps, those were the same feelings. How would she live when he was gone? Pain filtered in, from the back of his eyes.. but the more reason he wanted to love her right there and now, more passionately, more furiously, enjoying her moans, moaning with her, their breathing, their maddening breathing, the air around them, swirling with the heat of a love. It felt like a fire, in his heart. Every sliver of her touch, her delicate, skilled hands that touched his hand, playing him like a flute, making his moans go softer and louder, a true musician, and the softness of her skin that made the perfect varnish for this beautiful painting. .. How high can you describe the person you love? She'd called him an angel. He called her his wings. Fate was really this evil? Dammit all! Love her, love her, you're already trapped now, so love her! With everything you have, everything you are! These thoughts, these feelings, everything passing through his head, burning in the back of his eyes, as he looked at her, hugging her lovingly, wantingly, lustily, but most of all.. savoringly. Her eyes, her eyes, her eyes... her beautiful violet blue eyes...

Holding her, watching as she approached his chest, he was tingling with excitement, letting out a heated breath, with every kiss, her lips bringing out more and more every time it touched his skin. Always going down, he could feel the love in every kiss, as she had intended. The intensity so great, he was close to doubling over and moaning on her. But.. but she'd stopped. Madelyn stopped... again where his belly button shoul'dve been. Oh no. He shifted uneasily, trying to brace himself, but nothing could steel himself for the stroke of her hand across his stomach, making him almost fall over her, his breathing rapidly increasing, the insanity of how good this felt. Her teeth. At his skin, oh God, oh God, "..G-G-God..." he whispered, heatedly, his eyes wide-eyed, moaning softly as he did, feeling himself falling prey to to the Lion's motives. She'd kissed the place he cursed the most. And it was.. so... sensitive, he'd thought he'd die to the pleasure of it, shuddering fiercely, as she took her time with it, his fists clenched, resisting to make unneccesary movement, and failing, of course. The fact that she touched it.. that in itself was so touching, there was almost a desire to weep to how kind she was, but, weeping for joy gave way to the sensations running up and down his body, in every direction. Her hands, her beautiful hands, they were sliding around to his waist... what was she going to do? His eyes, trying to calm itself down to it's partially opened stare, as her hands came from the sides of his pants, all the way to the front. ... Dear Lord, oh no... reason sprang up in his mind again, but it was still too weak in its formation to do anything, against the passion that had taken a more dominant side, his hands clenched, eyes, always observing the delicacy, even his feet rigid.

"Gah! G-gaugh! A...." came the voice suddenly. It was from him. Her kisses on his stomach, so distracting, stuttering as he tried to resist moaning, wanting to save the passion, feel the passion, as it coursed through his veins, barely able to notice now, as she let the zipper, and unbuttoned it with ease. Stifling himself, as she began to leave imprints of her lips with every kiss upwards, her soft, soft hands travelling up his arms, trying not to quiver too much, as it went to his hair, going through it, driving him wild, wild, wild, his breathing, no matter how deep it was going, no matter how fast a pace it seemed to be at, always seeming to go the extra mile, as ever was the result in reacting to her, as if on instinct, his body ablaze with how he felt. Jonathan was too concentrated on the feeling, when her tongue went into his mouth, suddenly moaning into her gently, his tongue trying to keep up, her tongue going deeper, deeper, the sensuality of it making him bite it gently on instinct, as his tongue slid to the side of her tongue, patting it, going further, feeling the perfect teeth she had, the roof of her mouth that he wanted to kiss forever, always passion, passion, more passion. Wanted to feel her all over him, and him all over her. What was the last name of this girl? Whose parents should he thank for giving him this oppurtunity for this girl? God had blessed him with Madelyn, the greatest joy in his life, that seemed to go on greater then anything he'd ever experianced, farther, more wilder then his most indescribable dreams. So lost in thought, suddenly feeling the coolness of air around his bare legs, as it was soon covered with the warmth of her body, her crafty hands having slid his pants down. His whole body coursed with his blood, very strongly. ... Did this mean...

She'd broken the kiss, and stared at him, staring back at her, trying to see what she was planning to do, but, these were sensations and emotions that he was only just getting to know, finding her eyes to be unreadable except for the fact that they both loved each other on an intense scale.. --- Oh "Ah-h-..ah-ahhhh..." came his wide-eyed suprised look on his face, his mouth slightly opened as it slowly backed up, staring blindly upwards, his head slightly thrown up. Her hands, her soft, warm hands.. Oh God, they were so close to him... his eyes, they tried to regain control, going back to hers, thanking her deeply for so much, her eyes, kissing her back, overwhelmed at the feeling in her eyes. Reaching up, he moved himself closer to her, as lips came onto his neck, making his whole body quiver excitedly, heated breath making every blood vessel want to explode, his body , physically and mentally being pushed to the very edge of wanting her... wanting her in that way. Pumping, pumping, his heart, pumping so furiously, a gasp of air needed when she'd bitten onto his earlobe, ever so lovingly, her hands, sliding up and down his heated back, pressing him more towards her, telling him something he wanted to give into, to give into so much, her kisses on his jawline resulting in a sudden moan. He wanted her.. so much. But it was wrong. So wrong. What would happen, afterwords? Reason had kicked in, the lion fighting furiously, but slowly giving way. There were no... heavy swallow... condoms in the area, he was going to die in over three months, and.. he loved her so much. His eyes, staring at her, a hopeless situation in his eyes, but the lion gave way. .. Would she be.. willi---

"Mmm-phf!---" her glorious tongue, back in his mouth, back in his grasp, kissing her back, taking so much pleasure in her kisses, loving her back, wanting to always be with her. Always. Using his lips to caress hers lovingly, pressing down, as if to bite her lips, and keep her there a while longer, in him, in her, his tongue, in the comfort of her passion. Gasping, as she broke her breath, almost purring to her kiss on his chest. Her lips, her eyes, her hair, her kindness, her love, everything, everything about her, about Madely--- Ah.. ahh... ahhhhh..... AHH--!! Her kisses, her kisses, her lips on his chest, kissing him, kissing him, moaning so subtley, wanting to hold her close to him, a thought in his mind saying this was it, this was it.. that he'd lose himself and the lion would take over. But he resisted, the romance making it so much sweeter, so, he'd resist, until she gave the final okay. But they were travelling slowly but surely south.. south... south. SOUTH... oh Lord, she was kissing right onto his boxers, in a straight line down, his breathing, his breathing, his breathing becoming so fast, becoming distorted, his mouth slack, open at the suddeness of this... My God.. My God... he was moaning, moaning, moaning, her tongue, her delicous, beautiful tongue actually going to his bulge, her lips caressing the bulge, Jonathan developing tears in his eyes, the intensity of the insane amount of pleasure driving him off a cliff, his left hand snapping his two back fingers into his mouth, biting onto it, trying to supress himself, making imprints on his skin, at how good this felt... kissing it, touching it, just a layer of thin cloth between her mouth and the place where the lion waited, waiting to pounce. He could feel it becoming more rigid, inch by, inch by inch, by inc, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, by inch, becoming longer, longer, until it felt as though it would burst through the weak restraints of the cloth, and come at her. He bit harder... no.. wait... wait... wait.. My God, this was murder.

She put her arms around his shoulders, pulling herself up onto him, the lion screaming for release, roaring it, demanding that he join her... it tore at him, killing him, tears falling, at how good this felt, how sinfully good this felt. He didn't deserve a girl like her, not in this lifetime, not in any, but she'd called him an angel, she'd given him wings... and now, she wanted to soar up to the next plateau with him, and him with her.... it was so wrong, so wrong...!!! But why did it feel so good? Tears kept falling, his hand coming out of his mouth, her legs around his waist.. why did it feel so good? He wanted her. Now. Now. But he resisted, looking down, as his left hand came up from under her, supporting her. His right hand twitched at his side. He'd need it. He knew where this was going to lead. And he needed his right hand free when it did. His left hand, pressed her closer towards the lion, the lion roaring, two layers of cloth between it's objective, but, it would have to sate it for now.. Jonathan looked at her, loving her with his eyes, not just kissing her, but loving her ever so deeply. Madelyn cupped his cheek.. and he moved closer to it.. "Jonathan.. I.. I love... love you." "... And I love you, Madelyn..." he said again, unstuttering. The way she was looking at him... she really wanted to give herself to him... and he wanted to give himself to her. His chest, rising, falling, rising, falling, so fast, as he looked at her, his right hand going up to her beautiful, perky breast, subtly lifting up its point towards him.. an idea forming in his mind. Jonathan looked at her, looked back down at her.. and lowered his mouth to it, kissing it, letting his lips go over it, his tongue coming out, letting the warmth go over it, slightly sucking at playing with it, wanting her to be fully aroused, fully awakened, as his left hand, slowly pushed her up towards him, up every inch, lowering her down every inch. Passion, he kissed her nipple with passion, wanting to arouse every deepest feeling.. he could feel it coming closer, as he was killing himself, holding himself back, grinding against himself against her lips through two simple pieces of clothing, the thinness almost allowing him to feel the moisture, the arousement, his sweat in excitement and anticipation almost killing him, his eyes, closed, as he released his embrace from her right breast, his right hand suddenly going to his necklace.

He smiled, something mischievious in his eyes.

The cross, yes, it was still so cool, hanging in midair for so long, cooled off with drips of sweat that would collect around it. He took it with his forefinger and thumb, placing it against the nipple, wanting her to moan, as he was slowly moaning, the lion crying, begging for its release, it was so hard resisting it. Her kiss, he kissed her back, he kissed her back, kissed her back, loving her, but he still had the other breast to take care of, so, he finished it quick, loving her, looking at her eyes, as he raised up the other breast, holding it fondly, lustlily in his hands, his mouth coming over it too quickly, his teeth, biting very tenderly, his tongue going back and forth over it, loving her, loving her... My God, how he loved her! He bit again, lovingly, and looked at her, another successive rounds of moans escaping his mouth, as he breathed hard, grinding against her slowly... ".. Madelyn..." he wanted to go faster, the pace making his blood boil at how slow it was, wanting release, wanting to love her, to join her.. the cross, he placed the cool cross against her other nipple now, his mouth going to the top of her chest, head sideways, losing himself, kissing her, the necklace falling away, his right hand, travelling down her side... adjusting himself, so that he was in a full standing position, supporting her, his eyes, his eyes intense.. he wanted her. The passion was overwhelming.. his chest, his chest, My God, his chest... it felt as though it would explode... ".. Madelyn... !" he whispered more loudly, more heatedly, still forcing himself to keep it slow, pushing her even more towards him... he could feel the lion, even on its side, opening her lips, kissing the lion through their undergarments, feeling as though he would go insane, he looked at her, his hands suddenly feeling a scar... caressing it. He moved himself onto his side, so he could get a good look at it. Three scars. He kissed it. More beauty to her. And he looked at her. Not yet there... but so close... his hands, stopping for a moment, the lion demanding that he join her. No. Not yet. slowly, he lowered her, even lower then the lion, and suddenly up, up until the lion had escaped, to the outside... but a few inches above his boxers. He blushed, embaressed at this... his whole facing, slowly progressing back into a full crimson. This was so embaressing... "... Madelyn... t-tell m-me... d-do y-you r-really w-want.. th-this...?" Did she want to love a damned man? Did she really? Slowly, he lowered her back down again, onto the lion, her lips kissing it again, every inch of the lion. Up and down... his hands, grasping her firmly, pressing her more towards him, his head, going over her shoulder... he shouldn't be doing this, but, his motions... up and down... feeling her against him... his hands were going faster, despite his will, the lion escaping even further and further up... did she want this? Did she really want this.... ".. Madelyn...!" He cried.... Does she want this? He was dying, he wanted access... would she be okay... was this alright? Wasn't this a blasphemy... God Bless you.. God Bless you... you make me feel, you make me alive... let me join you, Madelyn, say it's okay, so I don't have to hurt myself with my heart so full of lust, my veins filled with desire for you, Madelyn... faster... faster, the hand movements, the hand movements... faster, always pressing her closer, the lion escaping further and further up his boxers.... it was too much, his chest was rising and falling, he was going insane with the sensations that were going up and down his body... because of her... because of Madelyn... Madelyn...... Madelyn....!!

"MADELYN!"