Note: Mostly inspired by the TV adaptation but also through the novel. I noticed the discrepancy in the two points of view in the love scene. Sue seemed to think Maud was crying and Maud seemed to think it was Sue's tears on her own face. Anyway, it got me thinking.
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By Archaeobard I heard her voice in darkness.
"Do you feel it?" Yes. I feel it. Is is more than a wanting thing. It is something my form can hardly contain. It is something that will over take me if she does not kiss me again, touch me. I say the only thing that I know to say. "I'm frightened." "Don't be frightened," she says and leans over, removing my gloves. There is something enticing about it. A simple act, erotic. I sit still, do nothing but watch, for this is her play. I am innocent. She is wise. This is my game. It is a torture, an extreme pleasure. She kisses me. I feel her. I think perhaps I whimper. She is encouraged, she is over me. She is touching me; my lips, my neck, my breasts. I am raging. I cling to her as she bruises my flesh, as she marks me as her own. There is a fury of lust in me, building, needing and finally - finally she does it. She finds me out. I cry and cringe. I screw up my eyes for the feel of her; the feel of her on me, warm and sliding, heated and wanton. Her tongue touching. Her finger slipping. Her body rising upon me to settle then to rise again. I am crying. I do not know why, but feel the tears hot in my eyes and thick in my throat. I clasp at her, clutch at her shoulder. I fear I might bruise her but she is drawing me forward, onward until- Then she falls to me and I do not know if the tears on my cheek are mine or hers. She kisses them, kisses me. Her hair, tangled. I am bewildered by myself. "You pearl," she says and kisses me. I catch the scent on her. She kisses me and I am enthralled. I am terriefied. "You pearl," she says again and I almost believe her. I want to believe her. I cannot believe her. Yet, this night, I may pretend I do. END