Chapter 27 Teaser

Here are two teasers from the upcoming Duty and Desire chapter...

" The meeting with Mr. Cullen had gone better than planned. He, of course, argued that it should be her family’s responsibility to bear the financial burden. I, however, was stubborn and insisted on taking care of the monetary situation. It was no more than I would have paid out, if she had married Wickham. In fact, it was substantially less. Jasper intended to write his friend immediately and acquaint him with the situation. If all went well he would be in London within the week.

And....

“I demanded that she refute such a ridiculous rumor. And do you know what she said? It wasn’t any of my business.” Her hand flailed through the air as her agitation grew.

“Ungrateful, selfish, girl! She had the audacity to tell me she would not confirm the engagement and if you did not object, my feelings on the matter meant nothing.”

26. Comeuppance

"Edward." The color drained from his face as he saw it was not only me, but Jasper as well.


"James, we need to speak with you, now."


He eyed me cautiously, "I can't imagine why, but I'll oblige you. Give me a moment to make my self presentable - I will meet you downstairs."


"Jaaames," A whiny voice called from the other room. "I'm bored, get rid of the nasty man and come back to me."


"I wasn't aware you had company," I lied smoothly.


"Oh, I don't, she's no one of consequence. Just give me a moment and I'll join you downstairs."


I was sickened by the callous indifference he treated his current situation. I needed to bite my tongue, losing my temper would not help Victoria or...


Isabella.


"Very well, James, five minutes, no more."


The door shut quickly and we made our way downstairs. The Innkeeper directed us to a semi- private room where we would be able to talk without noise or interruption. Jasper and I took a seat a seat before Jasper turned to me and spoke.


"I'm worried, Edward. He seems off somehow."


Jasper was right something was indeed off, he wasn't his normal suave self.


"So, gentleman, what brings you all the way to East Shadwell this evening?" James walked in with his usual swagger.


He took a seat and measured each of us for a moment before turning to me. "Edward, I admit you took me by surprise. I would never have dreamt you'd sully yourself enough to come to this part of London."


"I could say the same of you. I am surprised to see you lodging here. Fallen on hard times have you?"


He looked nervously between Jasper and myself, "Well, we can't all be wealthy now, can we, Masen?" he said bitterly.


I sighed loudly, "James, I am in no mood to rehash old grudges. You seem to think you are entitled to something you are not. Each of us are given our lot in life, what we choose to do with it, shapes who we are. The living my father intended for you would have seen you well provided for, but it was too much work so you refused it."


His faced hardened. "You have no idea what it is like to struggle, to have so little means to live off of, yet having been exposed to the wealth of your family." He scoffed before continuing, "You could have shared with me, and it is not as if you would have missed it."


"And why would I do that? Support the man who would gamble the money away with in weeks, and then inevitably demand more." I narrowed my eyes, "Or to a man who would stoop so low as to try and seduce and ruin a girl who was like a sister to him."


He shrunk back in fear, "You have no idea the damage you have wrought, James, nor do I think you really care."


"Why are you really here?"


"I have come the set right a wrong, the girl you have upstairs? Miss Victoria Swan." He paled at the mention of her name. "Has family anxiously trying to locate her."


"How..."


"How I know is irrelevant. What is relevant is how you will atone for the situation you find yourself in."


"That is none of your business, Masen," he hissed. "I am my own man and will not be forced to do anything."


I smirked, he was leading himself exactly where I wanted him.


"Then, I suppose, all those merchants to whom you owe money won't be banging on your door if they knew where you were currently hiding?"


"I intend to pay my debts. I just needed some time to resolve some issues, and the pressure was getting to be too much to bear."


Jasper laughed harshly, "Pressure? James... James." he shook his head.


"What is it you want, Edward?"


"Well first I would like to speak with Miss Victoria."


He laughed, "By all means, if you can convince the little chit to leave, so much the better."


I grimaced, "Jasper will keep you company while I'm away."


James swallowed thickly, as Jasper shot him a menacing grin.


I climbed the stairs once more and knocked on the door.


She seemed to take her time in answering, finally the door opened.


"Mr. Masen!" she said with alarm, her eyes searching behind me.


"I am alone. If you are worried your father is with me, he is not."


She looked at me suspiciously. "He sent you didn't he... to bring me home?"


"I am here on his behalf." I lied.


She giggled, "You can tell him I will come home when I am ready. I am very happy here with James, and you will not take him away from me," she added seriously.


I stepped into the room and took survey of their living arrangements. Paper and bottles were scattered everywhere. I looked closer at Victoria; she looked wild and absolutely dirty.


"You really think you are happy? Living in squalor?"


"That's not James' fault. It's the mean nasty men who are jealous of him. He will get everything straighten out soon and then we will marry. You wait and see."


I fought back the laugh that was threatening to burst out.


"And what of your mother and sisters? Did you not think of them when you ran away? I can tell you they are very worried, Isabella in particular."


"My mother will be very pleased I have landed myself such a handsome husband, besides..."


She paused for a moment, as if something just occurred to her. "And why would my sister tell you anything? She despises you."


Her words stung, and although I knew it was not the case at present, it still hurt to know just how little she thought of me not too long ago.


"Will you leave of your own accord?" I demanded, growing tired of this conversation.


"I will not leave my James, and you can tell that to anyone who asks."


"Very well, you may get your wish after all, though I can't say I would wish it on anyone, even you."


With those final words, I turned and quit the room. My head pounded, and I knew there was still more to be done. If Victoria would not leave on her own free will, there was no other option but for them to marry.


Lord, help me.


I smirked when I re-entered the room and saw James cowering as far away from Jasper as he could get. Almost as if he knew I had failed, he grinned, "A loyal little thing, isn't she?" he said smugly.


"I suppose, I can't imagine why though, unless..." I glared at him, "You do intend on marring her don't you?"


James barked out a loud laugh, "Marry her? Whatever for? Even if I wanted to she has no money. I may be in a ruff patch but I'm not that desperate."


"Are you not?" I raised my eyebrow.


He waved his hand, "I still plan on finding a wealthy woman with a substantial dowry, and I wouldn't throw it all away on that girl upstairs."


His words were so calculated and callous. Is this what he thought when he went after Alice? I looked over at Jasper, who could barley conceal his rage and disgust.


"That may no longer be an option, James."


"And why is that?" he asked with a smirk.


"You have compromised a gentleman's daughter, one whom is not wholly unconnected. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to walk away."


"Really? You think you can force me?"


"Well, debtors prison is a nasty place, James, but I would be more concerned with your neck."


He narrowed his eyes, "And why would I need to be concerned with my neck?"


Jasper began chuckling.


James looked at him, "May I ask what you find so amusing, Colonel Whitlock?"


Oh, this was going to be sweet.


"I can't imagine how you are so calm right now in the presence of a superior officer, Lieutenant Wickham." He spoke calmly but with authority, "Considering you are currently a deserter from his majesty's armed forces."


James shrank back into his chair, his hand shook ever so slightly. He opened his mouth several times as if he intended to speak, but nothing came.


We had him.


"You... you wouldn't." he rasped out.


His fear was real it was as if he hadn't even considered it as a possibility.


"You will find I am very short on forgiveness where you are concerned."


Seeing him muttering to himself, I decided to end our discussion for the night.


~I~I~I~I~I~


Wanting James to think on his current predicament, we left him with instructions that we would return tomorrow. Jasper made it clear that the building was being watched, and if he decided to flee he would be apprehended on the spot.


Upon returning home, I ate what little I could stomach before climbing the stairs to wash the grime from my body. The emotional and intellectual strains of the day had drained me.


I lowered myself into the hot water and began to wash away any remnants of the day. I had spent more time in that mans company than I ever wanted to.


Letting my head rest against the basin, I thought of Isabella.


What was she doing right now?


She would be home by now, in the comforts of familiar surroundings with people she loved. Yet I wanted to be the one comforting her, instead I was here trying to reason with a man who would sooner hang to spite me than ever do the right thing.


I wanted to resolve this as quickly as possible, if nothing else to make her smile again.


Crawling into bed, I braced myself for a fitful night of sleep.


The journey back to East Shadwell was tense. I tired to brace myself knowing whatever James demanded would be ridiculous.


The coach stopped, and I drew in a deep breath and turned to Jasper, "One way or another today I am finished with this man."


He nodded and we exited the coach and entered the Inn.


"Gentleman." The innkeeper greeted us, "Your friend is waiting for you in the same room you occupied yesterday."


I bristled at his use of the term friend.James Wickham was hardly a friend. "Thank you, Sir."


"Good morning Gentleman," James greeted us enthusiastically as we enter the room.


Why was he so happy? His attitude immediately put me on my guard.


"I suppose," I responded cautiously.


We took our seats and waited for him to speak.


"I have been giving a lot of thought to what we spoke about last night. And have decided I am willing to negotiate."


I breathed an internal sigh of relief.


"I am willing to redeem the Swan's good name but at a price." he paused looking at me with a smirk.


I sighed, knowing his first offer would be ridiculous.


"In order for me to bind myself forever to the young lady, I required the sum of twenty thousand pounds and your assurance I will not hang."


"Twenty thousand pounds? That is ridiculous, James. I knew you were a fool but even that is more than I thought you'd dare ask for."


"It is what I would have made had you not foiled my plans with Alice."


I reacted immediately, standing to grab him by the neck, only I wasn't quick enough. Jasper had him by the throat before I was even out of my seat.


"You dare speak her name. Your plan was nothing more than to compromise an innocent girl for the sake of money! I should kill you for that!" he spat.


James grinned wickedly, "But then the young lady upstairs will be lost."


"Enough!" I bellowed.


"You have no ground on which to stand, James. Do you not realize your future rests in my hands? Do not trifle with me, James, for I am not in the disposition to deal with a stupid man."


"No... Please. I'll take ten thousand that seems more reasonable."


Jasper had released him, but his fury was far from satisfied.


"Ten thousand pounds?" Jasper said incredulously.


I mulled it over in my mind, trying to deciding what the best course of action was.


"Of course, I would be willing to go as low as five. You see, I found Miss Isabella was always pleased to accept my attention, and you know we were always good friends. From our first moments we would walk together, and the conversation was very pleasant. Not to mention..." he trailed off.


Jasper grasped my arm in a gesture meant to calm my demeanor.


It wasn't working.


"I would be willing to marry Isabella instead. I'm sure Victoria would be able to find a husband in time and I always did find Isabella rather... alluring."


Blinking repeatedly, looking at him in disbelief. My Isabella? His vial words sounded in my ears, the insult was overwhelming my better judgment.


Looking at my childhood friend I was astonished to find I had really never known him. Was he really stupid enough to believe I would allow such a thing?


He was nothing more than a stranger and I was finished with him.


This revelation caused me to begin laughing darkly. The look of astonishment on not only James' face but Jasper's caused me to explain.


"James, I must apologize for what you must perceive as rudeness. But until this moment I have never truly understood what a complete and utter fool you are."


James eyes widened in astonishment. "What do you mean?"


"Oh, come now, James. Only a great fool would insult, on purpose, a man who has the power to send him to a debtors prison, or the gallows for that matter, if he pleased. And only an incredible fool would try my patience by insulting the woman I intend to marry."


I stood, "I will be back this evening to collect you, in that time you may choose your second."


His face paled at the meaning of my words. "You can't be serious, Masen; dueling is illegal! You'd risk yourself for those people?"


"I have stood by as you have left a path of ruin behind you. I sat here in good faith giving you a chance at redemption. Not only did you disrespect the woman whose virtue you so callously stole, but you disrespected my sister and Miss Isabella as well."


"You are serious," he said slightly awed.


He recovered enough to look smugly at me as he made his request. "Very well, but as the challenger I get to choose the weapon."


I smirked at his misplaced confidence, "Agreed."


~I~I~I~I~I~


Seated at my writing desk, I penned a letter to Alice and Isabella. Knowing that anything could happen in a duel, I made sure that both would be adequately cared for. Isabella would no doubt argue, but I set aside a small fortune for her to do with as she pleased. Pemberley would pass to Alice; I took comfort knowing she would be looked after well.


I leaned against the window looking out at the people below. The sky was darkening as heavy clouds slowly moved across the London Skyline. A summer storm was brewing.


How fitting.


Sighing, I pushed away from the window and walked toward a heavy oak chest on the far side of my chambers. I knelt in front and gently ran my fingers along the edge, feeling for the hidden latch. The carved inlay was heavy and it was often hard to find the small metal knob. I felt something cool under my fingers and stopped, wrapped my fingers around it and pulled gently.


With and audible click the chest opened.


I lifted the lid and peered at the contents. Memories from a life time ago flooded my mind.


The chest had belonged to my father and his father before that. It had been a gift from the Duke of Devonshire. Piece by piece I searched, finally I found them. Carefully, I lifted them from the chest setting them on the floor beside me.


I stared at the two boxes both identical in color and bore our family crest. Below the crest was an inscription I hadn't noticed before. Written in script was the phrase, Accipere quam facere praestat injuriam.


It is better to suffer an injustice than to do an injustice.


The motto seemed fitting considering everything that had happened. Dueling was never to be entered into lightly, the end result was never guaranteed; but I had stood by for too long.


It was time.


I opened the smaller box which contained a set of dueling pistols. I couldn't recall them ever being used, but on closer inspection I could see they had been fired before.


The second box was much longer. I lifted the lid and pulled back the cloth; nestled in a cushion of velvet was my fathers sword.


I lifted it from the box and marveled at its construction. The hilt was sturdy and yet was not overly heavy or ornate, and was perfectly balanced with the blade.


Time it seemed had not dulled the blade, it was as if it had just left the blacksmiths.


I returned the sword and gathered the boxes, closing the lid to the chest.


~I~I~I~


"Have you selected a location?" I asked Jasper as we set off.


"I have, there is a park not far which will allow some discretion."


"On my desk you will find a bundle of letters. I am charging you with the delivery of them should anything run a foul."


He sighed, "I understand, Edward." His expression became serious, "However, for the sake two young ladies, I hope I never have to."


"I completely agree, Jasper."


We rode in mostly silence.


"Edward, I believe he will choose the sword, thinking his meager military training would give him an advantage."


I nodded, expecting as much. "James was good with a sword as a youth, but never had the will to apply himself."


"Agreed, and that is why you must not react to anything he might say."


This surprised me, "What do you mean?"


"Come now, Edward, surely you know that by throwing down such a challenge, directly after his remarks about Isabella..." I looked at him in confusion. "Edward! You handed him a very powerful weapon."


"I hadn't..." I tried to defend myself.


"Of course you didn't, you were acting on instinct. But knowing James as we do, he will use whatever he can to throw his opponent off balance. I am afraid in your case he will try and use Isabella."


"That is not acceptable!" I snarled. "She is not a prize to be bandied across a playing field!"


"You see, you are reacting already, this will give James the opportunity to strike."


I tried to argue but he cut me off, "Emotion should never be used in exacting judgment, only principles."


"You are right, it is so difficult to put everything aside."


"It shouldn't be, Edward. I know for a fact master Giovanni taught you well."


I sat back and contemplated what Jasper had said. Could I set aside my emotions? Allow only my sense to serve justice guide my actions?


I would, for Isabella.


The carriage came to a stop at an unfamiliar park. I followed along side Jasper, as my man carried the boxes of weapons behind us.


"If we are lucky, the rain will hold off a little while longer."


I looked up at the sky, the dark clouds now completely enveloped the city.


Rounding a bend, we found ourselves secluded in a grove of tree's and greenery.


"Who did you entrust to collect Wickham?"


"I didn't have much of a choice, the Major General wanted that honor."


I could hear voices in the distant, slowly become louder. When suddenly a large group of soldiers appeared from the opposite end.


Upon reaching their destination, they began to file into a line flanking both ends of the field. Directly behind them walked the Major General. I waited, knowing James would not be far behind, and soon enough, he appeared with a gangly looking man, followed by yet another group of soldiers.


The soldiers all stood at attention as the major general approached, "Good evening, Edward," he greeted. "A fine situation you've got yourself into. I am here in your fathers stead to assure his only son is not killed lest he haunt me 'til I die."


I chuckled, "Thank you, Sir, I am willing to bet James was not thrilled with the escort."


"No, indeed, he was not. I have a feeling he planned on running."


I narrowed my eyes in James direction. The coward.


The major general turned to address his men. "At ease gentleman, this is a duel of honor. I am aware that in the eyes of the law dueling is illegal." He paused turning to face James. "Lieutenant Wickham has chosen to desert his post in His Majesty's military. These are crimes in which death is a certain fate."


He turned again to his soldiers, "You are charged with ensuring that regardless of the outcome, Lieutenant Wickham is brought to justice."


I looked at James, who was staring at the General with a look of utter loathing.


We stepped forward as did James.


Jasper was familiar with dueling having been a second to fellow officers. I felt more at ease knowing he was on my side. In the case of my opponent it was obvious the second James had brought was nothing more than an ignorant by-standard.


Stepping onto the field, the Major General spoke loudly, "Gentlemen, this is duel of honor, to which Mr. Masen stands as the insulted party. I will be acting as Master of the Field." He looked at James, "Lieutenant Wickham you will please choose the weapon."


James looked at me and smirked, "The sword."


Predictable.


"Very Well, you will present you weapons for inspection."


I signaled for my man to hand me my sword, in which I held out for inspection. When James second did nothing, James nudged his man forward. "Go on then, make sure its fit."


Shrugging out of my jacket, I turned and handed it to my man.


Jasper was busy inspecting James' sword, but I was fascinated watching this man try and handle a weapon it was obvious he had never handled previously.


"It looks good ter me," his eyes brightened when a though occurred to him, "yer thinks I can have it when he's dead?"


I raised my eyebrow in question. James quickly told the mad to shut up and get back to the far end of the field.


Satisfied, Jasper returned the sword to James and we took our positions on the field.


"Gentleman," The Major General spoke. "Are the weapons satisfactory?" Both Jasper and James' second affirmed.


I took my sword in hand and swiped it through the air before saluting my opponent.


"Then Gentleman, before we begin I must ask if either of you will agree to a resolution to this dispute without it resulting in arms.


Jasper looked at me and I shook my head. "No sir." Jasper replied.


The major General looked at James' man who was not paying attention. "And you sir?" James turned to look at the min disgust didn't even bother to correct him. "No sir." he replied.


"Very well, as this affair is one of honor, it is expected that both parties involved conduct themselves accordingly. As Master of the field it is my duty to ensure the duel is fought in such a matter where the rules and honor of those involved are not violated. Any violation will result in such actions as I see fit." his voice held a deadly edge.


I took my stance.


~I~I~I~


Colonel J. Whitlock


I was not a praying man. Although I respected God, it wasn't often I felt the need to speak with Him. This evening was different.


Watching with trepidation as the scene in front of me unfolded, I prayed fervently that Edward would come out of this alive. I knew without a doubt Alice would not survive the heartbreak of loosing her brother this way.


And so I looked on and prayed.


Thunder rumbled loudly in the distance, the faint glow of lightning lit up the sky as it flashed angrily towards the ground.


It was like an omen, as if fate had finally caught up with Wickham.


"En Garde," The Major General bellowed. "Begin."


Edward attacked, his quick movements surprised James, catching him unaware. The attack left James unable to recover in time to parry Edward, who took a quick swipe at his neck, the blade came mere inches from his flesh.


I knew enough of Edward's skill to know he had missed on purpose, however, his reasoning eluded me. Was this a design to throw James off his intended target? James attempted to block the thrust but was too late, leaving himself exposed. With amazing precision, Edward brought his sword back quickly and grazed the left side of James' neck.


Surprised, he jumped back putting his hand to his neck his mouth hung open slightly upon seeing the blood on his hands.


"I warned you, James; did you think it an idle threat?" Edward snarled.


James narrowed his eyes and lunged at Edward, who parried his thrust easily.


The lunge was ill timed and caused James to stumble slightly, once he had righted himself he stared at Edward with a look of absolute loathing. "I suppose it felt false considering the people you were referring to are so far beneath your notice." He taunted.


Remain calm Edward, I pleaded inwardly.


They continued to advance, neither giving the other anything significant. Both blades were only a blur as they were in constant motion. It seemed that Edward was trying to wear him down. When fencing with a foil, quick thrusts at ones intended target was preferred, but this was not practice and the end of the blade was not blunt.


Panting for breath, James glared at Edward, who only smirked in return.


"You know, Edward, upon closer inspection of my future, I really do feel Isabella would be the better choice for me. After all, she has such a wild spirit about her. I have little doubt she make an enthusiastic lover. Once she is properly broken," he grinned as he moved backwards quickly.


"He's not the brightest is he?" the Major General leaned in to whisper.


I shook my head in disbelief, "No, I dare say he truly wants to die."


I watched for Edward's outburst knowing he would become enraged but, it never came. Only a look of cold disgust graced his features.


"A fool indeed, James." Edward chuckled darkly.


I thought Edwards fury was a sight to behold, but this... this was calm and deadly.


He stood still for a moment, his gaze fixed upon his opponent. Edward's attack came all at once, his movements were brief, yet precise. It almost seemed effortless for him as each time he brought his sword back, he came perilously close to James' chest. One thrust actually tore the fragile muslin of his shirt.


Weary, James retreated for a moment, his eyes roamed over to the circle of soldiers who stood at attention, blocking any escape.


"You will give me what I deserve, Edward; that money is rightfully mine." James growled.


Edward chuckled darkly, "The bequeathing of money is not a right, James. It has to be earned. Had my father not deemed me worthy, he would have left Pemberley to someone else."


"I doubt it," James added flippantly, "You always were good at hiding your true self behind that haughty exterior. You're a spineless, selfish man, who abandoned his sister to the care of others and then became offended when someone took notice of her."


It all happened rather quickly, James saw that his words had indeed affected Edward and seized the opportunity to strike. I watched in horror as James' sword came across Edwards chest. From my angle I was unable to see the damage. So focused was I on Edward, that I had failed to see Edwards response. As James had lunged forward to attack, Edward had raised his sword, which pierced him through the heart.


Staggering back, Edward withdrew his sword from James' chest, I watched as James eyes widened in terror, no doubt to due to the viscous and unexpected blow to his chest. For just a moment he seemed ... confused, as if the possibility of loosing had not occurred to him. Staggering for only a moment, his body finally gave way and crumpled to the ground.


We watched as James succumbed to his wound, the hatred never leaving his eyes.


James Wickham, Lieutenant in his Majesties armed forces, philander, and dishonorable gentleman was dead.

The Sonata

Beethoven's Sonata No. 14

~I~I~I~I~I~

"What is Music?" The ever astute maestro asked.


"Music exalts the soul," the young man replied.


"Non-sense, if you hear a marching band do you feel exalted? No, you march; when you hear a waltz, you dance. Music my young Herr Masen, music is the gateway to the mind of the composer."


The Maestro stood and looked at the man seated at the piano playing Sonata No 14. "Now, tell me my young friend, what was I thinking when I wrote this piece?"

~I~I~I~I~I~

Vienna 1828


It had been many years since that conversation, and yet I can say without hesitation it changed my life forever. I now saw music in an entirely different light. It would be a constant in how I played, wrote, and listened to music.


He was gone now, the genius went to sleep much too soon, and here I was about to play in his honor.


The garden concert was to be held at the home of my patron, Lord Carlisle Cullen, from England, who had married the daughter of a wealthy Viennese noble. He had been most generous, not only supporting my music, but giving me a place to live on his extensive property. I owed him much, and although I was sure he thought of me as the son he never had, I wasn't sure if he would be willing to grant me what I desired more than anything.


His only daughter's hand.


I readied myself and stepped out of my home into the bright mid-morning light, the gardens were always spectacular in the spring. I passed by the lake and walked into a covered arbor which ran in several directions, jasmine and lilac bushes wound their way through the ancient woods. I breathed deeply, taking in the intoxicating fragrance.


I quickly reached my destination where the invited guests were already assembled; the hum of quiet conversation filled the air.


Keeping to myself, I clasped my hands behind my back and kept my head down as I made my way toward the Pianoforte. It had been imported from London and supposed to be of the latest design. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed as I neared the instrument which had been brought in especially for this occasion.


Taking my seat, I gently caressed the ebony finish; it truly was a thing of beauty. I brought my fingers to the keys and quietly took a breath before I began to play.


The melody flowed from my fingertips, each note played with passionate precision. As I let the music wash over me, I was transported to another time.

~I~I~I~I~I~

I was giving chase to a woman, her long brown hair whipping in the wind as she ran into the garden. Her laugh chimed through the night, a siren's song which I had no choice but to follow.


She turned and unfastened the top of her dress, her breasts spilling out into the moonlight, the reflection from her skin cast her flesh in an incandescent hue.


I stopped, stunned and overwhelmed by the fire which was burning through my veins. I approached her ever so slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on her.


Her lips turned up in a knowing smile. When I was within reach, she leaned towards me and whispered, "Take me."


Before she could run again, I grabbed her arms, pulling her naked chest to mine; a soft moan escaped her lips as the fabric from my coat teased her nipples. Our lips met, and it was more than just a mere joining of two people who had longed for one another for so long.


It was so much more.


The resulting tidal wave of lust began to burst free, bringing me to my knees.


I looked up at the woman I loved more than my own life, the one who held my heart when no other had even come close. She held my face in her hands and wiped the tears from my eyes. After she released me, I stood and placed my hands on her naked shoulders, with little restraint I brought my lips to her bare neck, trailing my way down her collarbone. My fingers caressed her soft skin, moving lower and pushing the fabric further down as I went.


When I reached her breasts, I reverently placed soft kisses around the swell before devouring them.


It was too much.


The dress fell to the ground, and she stood before me completely naked.


"Dear Lord have mercy," I managed to croak out.


I must have stared too long. "I'm waiting," she replied impatiently.


Gathering her in my arms, I lifted her and my ardor was set ablaze when she responded by wrapping her legs around my waist.


Her fingers made quick work of my shirt, swiftly followed by my trousers. I stepped away only to free myself of my clothes; no longer hindered by the barriers and allowing me to thoroughly explore her body.


Searching for any hesitation, I saw only the same want and need I had for her.


Our joining was a frenzied crescendo, she whimpered as her virgin body succumbed to my thrusts.


I moved in a steady rhythm, the feelings and sensation began building to climax.


"Oh, Edward, my love."


It was this declaration that pushed me over the edge, and I spilled into her with more fervor than I ever thought possible.


I reached up and brushed the sweat soaked hair from her face, we stood there joined staring into one another's eyes.


"You are mine now, my Isabella."

~I~I~I~I~I~

The final notes sounded, and I held the keys until the last reverberating note faded into obscurity.


The audience rose and applauded.


However, only one held my attention; she sat quietly, tears streaming down her face.


She understood…she had heard it through the music.


I had composed our love, every kiss, every touch, every promise.


Immortalized for my beloved, Isabella.