98 99. Special (1/2)
That moment was special to them, to Lucius. He had never been as happy as he was now not even when he won all his numerous wars. For the first time he felt alive, truly alive like his heart had been restored. For a long time immortality had been a curse the greatest of them all but now after so long there was finally a reason for him to smile.
He closed his eyes with his left hands when Monica refused to stop staring at him. She was now making faces that made him want to blush and he extremely happy and overwhelmed by it. Monica giggled, he was making her feel special too.
She couldn't yet process everything. In one night so many things happened and her life will never be the same. You know she used to be a firm believer of 'life can throw nothing new your way again' only for life to not just throw her something new but somewhere new.
”There will always be a way to get the things you want. You are king I would like to think that you are braver than the rest.”
”Brave and mad.”
”Madness is what makes great men Lucius. It's a blessing to be given the gift of madness.” He couldn't believe how amused he was, his lips were shaking in his failing attempt to still his laughter.
”Never have I heard someone speak about madness with such approval one would think we were talking about sanity.”
”Sometimes the mad ones are more sane.” She giggled causing him to laugh out too. He pulled her up the more, her hands were on both sides on the bed and her eyes on his. ”You keep staring at my eyes they are just ordinary.”Monica whispered.
She bent down to place a light kiss on his eyebrows then on his lips. He wanted more. But She reluctantly removed her lips from his not wanting to go all the way again. When kissed her like he did deeply and passionately she was always so tempted to open up to him forgetting that she was sore.
She laid back on his chest in a successful attempt to get back air to her lungs. Sometimes the one that holds back suffers it more. The feel of her breast on his chest was almost driving him mad with lust but he controlled himself. Wrapping his arms around her he looked up at the ceiling and smiled. Never did he think he could be so happy.
He wanted Monica to know the whole story and the truth of who he is, how he came to be and to accept him regardless. He was a lost god and prince cast away from his people, his home and he had found in her a home.