How to Tame a Dragon - Ch 11, a short story by angie65. Date added: 2012-06-13. Times viewed: 3130.
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- Intro: She only agreed to do it as a favour to her sister - but HE more than made up for the inconvenience...
She only agreed to do it as a favour to her sister – but HE more than made up for the inconvenience...
Hearing the car pull up outside, Izzy flung the front door open and rushed out.
“Laura! I’m so glad that you could make it!” she cried, grinning wide.
Laura’s grin matched hers width for width. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” she told her as climbed out of her car.
They hugged each other tightly, and then Laura turned to look up at the big house behind them.
“Oh yes! I can certainly see what you saw in him,” she said dryly.
“You have no idea!” Izzy responded with a roll of her eyes, and a shake of her head. “Come on inside and I’ll put the kettle on.”
“Let me just grab my bag.” She walked around her little fiat and pulled her holdall off the back seat, and then arm in arm they entered Izzy’s little home, and closed out the rest of the world for a few hours.
Up at the main house, Daniel stared down at the little fiat resentfully. Two days! He thought with frustration. For two days and nights he wouldn’t be able to see Izzy alone... or hold her. He shook his head; he was getting fed up of all the sneaking around any way.
This only being able to see her, and be with her, after everyone else had left... they weren’t fooling anyone anyway, not judging by all those reproachful looks from Mrs. Coats and Rosie; and the general air of disapproval hung heavy in his home. Izzy had seen all that coming, and refused to come up to the house again.
No! He’d had enough he decided. It was time that they arranged something a little more permanent, a little more – formal.
Izzy was a sensible girl, she would realise that it was time and see the wisdom of it, he was sure of that.
Smiling to himself in relief, he went down to his cellar, to pick out a couple of bottles of wine...
The girls were sat at the kitchen table chatting, when there was a loud thump at the door.
“I’ll just get that,” Izzy smiled as she headed for the front door. Laura followed her into the hallway curiously though.
Daniel stood just outside, holding out two bottles. “Jessie once said, ‘that you simply can’t have a girly night without some wine!’,” he grinned at Izzy. “So I brought these for you.”
“Thank you Daniel!” Izzy exclaimed, wide eyed with pleasure.
“You are welcome Izzy,” his voice was deep and husky. “You two have a great weekend.”
Izzy said goodnight to Daniel, as he handed over the wine, and she closed the door with her foot.
She turned to grin at Laura as she held out the bottles. “Party time?” she asked – her eyebrow rose questioningly.
“That sounds like a plan,” Laura replied with another matching grin.
They retired to the living room and over the first bottle of wine they caught up. By the time they were starting on the second, Izzy thought that Jessie always had the right idea and put on some music.
Later that evening, Daniel stared over at the little house with the loud music. He gave a sigh full of resignation; yes it was definitely time to make some changes. He was sure that Izzy would see the sense of this when he discussed it with her.
The weekend flew by and all too soon the girls were hugging each other goodbye.
“You must come over again soon,” Izzy told her cousin. “Before Maggie gets married.”
Laura laughed. “I’ll try and visit you again, before Jenny and Kitty breakup for the summer,” she promised.
She climbed into her car, and with a beep of her horn and a final wave; she left Izzy standing alone on Daniel’s driveway. She glanced up at the large silent house before returning to her little home.
Daniel wouldn’t come round until later.
Wandering around her little home, she remembered her last few nights with Daniel. Their lovemaking was amazing. It was everything she could have dreamt of – and then some! He was a wonderful, passionate lover, soft and gentle and kind a considerate.
He could be wicked and daring as well, and always imaginative! Being Daniel’s lover would never be boring – of that she was sure.
She glanced at her clock, twelve fifteen; she went into her kitchen to fix herself some lunch. As she left the soup bubbling on the stove she thought dreamily of their last night together. It would only be for a couple of days, they both knew that but somehow it had felt... almost like it was their last time, and there had been an urgency to it, that she’d never experienced before.
The thumping on her front door startled her out of her reverie. She switched off her stove, and walked through to open the door, knowing full well who would be standing there.
“Good morning Daniel.”
She stepped back and he entered her little home. He leaned back against the door so that it clicked too. All the time he kept his eyes fixed on hers.
“I’ve missed you Daniel,” she told him softly.
She never got any further; before she knew it she was pressed flat against the wall and Daniel was kissing her feverishly.
His hands were all over her as he pulled at buttons and straps, and anything else that got in his way. When he entered her right there in her hallway she stilled in shock, and he seemed to freeze too.
He looked in horror at her and started to pull away.
Izzy held him fast. “Can I take it that you missed me too?” she whispered softly as she leaned up to kiss his neck. She felt the shudder run right through him, and carried on to her, and gave him a little smile. “Well that was certainly different!” she told him cheekily.
He swore softly as he started to move inside her, she was tiny and he took her weight easily as he held her against that wall. She encouraged him every step of the way, he’d thought at first she had been as appalled as him at his initial invasion of her, but she seemed to be as turned on about it all as he was!
It was a quick passion, intense and short lived. Their climax came jointly and left both of them reeling...
Especially when they realised that he’d not used any protection.
“Stupid... irresponsible... thoughtless!” Daniel ground out as he ran his fingers through his hair, and paced her living room.
It was only small – her living room, and three steps and turn was the best he could manage.
He was giving Izzy a frightful headache with his attempt at pacing and his self recriminations.
“Stop it Daniel!” Izzy finally snapped. She rubbed her hand down her face tiredly. “I’m sorry Daniel but I can’t do this anymore.”
He looked at her, the colour slowly draining from his face. “You’re ending things we me?”
“What? No!” she sighed “I mean all this cursing and swearing you’re doing, and I’m not even going to mention the abortive efforts as pacing in this tiny little room.”
The colour slowly returned to his face as he sat down on the sofa next to her.
“I’m sorry Izzy,” he told her quietly.
“Don’t be. I was there too. When you tried to stop, it was me who wouldn’t let you.” She leaned over to kiss his cheek. “This was my fault not yours.”
He sat brooding for quite a long time, and in the end Izzy had had enough of the tense silence. “I’m going to go and make some coffee,” she told him quietly.
When she walked back into the living room he was stood facing the sofa, and his face was determined. She stifled a groan as she put the cups on the table and sat down.
Something was coming! And she had a feeling she wasn’t going to like it.
“I love you... and I think that we should get married.” And that was it. No heat, no passion, no roses or violins, no down on one knee, just a simple statement followed by an opinion.
She stared up at him, her eyes moist but refusing to cry.
“I love you too... and I think we should move in together,” she countered.
He frowned down at her. “What? No! Absolutely not! I refuse to disrespect you like that!”
“Do you think that the whole neighbourhood isn’t aware of the fact that we’re sleeping together?” she asked, her eyes narrowed.
“All the more reason for us to get married,” he argued.
“I disagree. I’ve not had a scarlet ‘S’ painted on my door, and no one has yet shunned me in any way... I think that the people around here, are a lot more liberal than you give them credit for.”
“You might be pregnant.”
“I’m probably not.”
He sighed in exasperation. “Why do you have to make everything so difficult Izzy?”
“Why do you have to try and make everything so black and white?”
He moved away, his temper finally going out of the window.
“Fine you don’t want to marry me!” he snarled. “That’s fine... But, as of now I withdraw my services from your bedroom!” he turned and left the cottage, slamming the door as he went. He banged it so hard that Izzy felt the whole house shake.
He avoided her for the next week, and by the Thursday she was missing him terribly.
She walked back to her little cottage feeling fatigued, but glad to be finished for the weekend. She tried not to dwell too much on how lonely it was going to feel; knowing that Daniel wouldn’t be coming to visit her at all...
Just as she was unlocking her front door Daniel pulled up in his car.
“Good afternoon Izzy,” he smiled at her through the open window.
Izzy looked at his handsome face, and felt a tremor run down her spine.
“How are you Daniel?” she asked coolly.
“I’m going away for the weekend... and I wondered if you would like to join me.”
“Oh? Where are you going?” she asked cautiously.
“I’ve a cottage in the lake district. I thought we could spend a couple of days there together and... talk.”
She looked at him sharply, he was saying one thing but his tone was telling her something different.
Daniel returned her look innocently.
“Just talk,” he confirmed with a nod
“Okay... give me five minutes to pack a bag,” she nodded with a little grin.
Izzy paused to give him another searching glance; his tone was alluding to something she was just missing...
Their journey took them a couple of hours, and it was starting to get dark by the time they reached their destination.
Daniel had a small bag, and he carried his and Izzy’s bag inside, leaving Izzy to follow close behind.
The cottage was small, clean and warm, and with a lamp glowing softly.
Izzy gave a little sniff as she caught the aroma of food cooking in the kitchen. She gave Daniel a questioning look as he pushed the door too behind them.
“There’s a lady in the nearby village, name of Mrs. Hampton, she comes in once or twice a week to keep it clean and aired for me. I told her I was coming, and asked her if she could put a large pot of stew on the boil for me...”
He dropped the bags gently to the floor, and took a step towards her.
His dark eyes were dark glittering in a most disconcerting way, and Izzy stepped back nervously. “Oh?” she asked cautiously. “Were you expecting to get that hungry?”
He smiled blandly at her, making her heart skip a beat. “No Izzy... I knew that we would need to eat this weekend, and I didn’t want to waste time cooking food...” he took another step towards her.
Izzy stepped back. “Oh?” she licked her lips nervously.
“I have a plan you see Izzy...” he continued calmly taking another step forward.
She stepped back, “Oh?”
“I intend to spend this weekend asking you to marry me, and every time that you say no, I shall sweep you up, carrying you off, and make passionate love to you... and I shan’t stop... and we won’t leave here – until you see reason,” he told her coolly.
He waited for this to sink in before giving her the most fiendish grin that she’d ever seen him give.
At any moment now she expected him to start rubbing his hands together gleefully or twirling some villainous moustache!
“Exactly! So shall we begin?” he stepped forward. “Izzy, will you marry me?”
Izzy backed up to a door her face full of anguish, and more than a little excitement.
“Oh Daniel, I....I just can’t!” she stammered.
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