Friday, September 2, 2011

The Forbidden Fruit

A soft click brings Harrison back to the situation at hand. He turns to find Decedereful eying him curiously from across the room. She turns and shuts the office door behind her.

"What did he want?" she asks innocently.  She apparently could not hear from her hiding place.

For a moment, Harrison is not sure how to answer.  He has not yet decided how he will handle the situation.  The simple solution is to run away with his love.  As he looks at her, standing there in his club, radiant in her uncertainty, his heart aches.  It is enticing, he admits.

"To leave.  Just like you said," he responds.

"Did he mention anything about me?"

Harrison's tongue seems swollen.  He stares back blankly, not sure how much he wants to reveal.

She shakes her head, saving him of the response.  "No.  It doesn't matter anyway.  My place is here, with you."

She crosses the room in a flash, stopping just short of Harrison and looking up.  He drinks her in.  The curve of her lips, the smooth skin of her shoulders, the scent of her perfume.

Decedereful chuckles.  "With the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love."

Harrison nods.  "Yeah, it's pretty bad timing.  Where were you, say, ten years ago?"

She flashes him a warm smile.  "Ten years ago?  Well, let's see..."  She steps in even closer.  "Oh, yes, I was learning how to sew in Stratholme.  Where were you?"

"Looking for a job."

She presses against Harrison now, and he can feel her coolness like a fresh breeze on a hot summer day.  He slides a hand around the small of her back, feeling the curve of her spine, and marvels how she fits against him.  He feels the longing he'd been denying for so long drain of out of him as he gazes down on her perfect features.

"Kiss me," she says.  "Kiss me as if it were the last time."

And for a moment, the world shrinks to two lovers.  Outside, the sands stop their swirling and the stars stop turning.  The world is not shattering.  It is love that holds it all together, and love that will see them through.  Though Azeroth may be filled with stories of woe and suffering, there is also love.  Harrison had forgotten that for a time.

"I can't fight it anymore," Decedereful breathes.  "I ran away from you once.  I can't do it again."  She lays her head against his shoulder.  "Oh, I don't know what's right any longer.  You have to think for both of us.  For all of us."

"All right, I will."  Harrison pulls his head back and cups her chin.  "Here's looking at you, kid."

Decedereful smiles sadly.  "I wish I didn't love you so much."

Harrison kisses her again.  More fervently this time.  The only war is between their lips, a battle won with tongues. 

When eventually they pull apart, Harrison realizes that a good span of time has passed.  Though he wishes to continue, his concern for her wins out.  For tonight, at least.

"You should go," he says.  "Valentis will be worried." 

Decedereful reluctantly gathers her jacket.

"There is a plane that leaves tomorrow," Harrison explains.  "Meet me there.  Valentis knows the way.  We will see him off."

Decedereful nods, and then makes for the door.  On the threshold, she turns back.

"I love you so much," she says before leaving.  "I hate war so much."

Harrison is left alone.  With a racing heart, and an overflowing head.

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