Blood is thicker than water

'I leant into his side, smiling to myself when i felt his arm tighten around me'

14 year old Alicia lives in a small village in the 14th century. Trying to discover herself, and the true meaning of love, family and friendship. Along with her best friend Mary and the gorgeous Elias, she faces the horrors of the black death. Will she survive? Will she have anyone left?

'Please... please don't leave me, I don't want to be alone...'


11. Chapter 11

Authors note: This chapter is a bit on the risky side, just a little warning :)

I can’t sleep. I don’t know why, but I just can’t seem to stop worrying about the rumours... what if they’re true. I can’t lose my family, my friends... Elias. The rest of my family are on the other side of the cottage, it’s kind of lonely without them although I can hear the gentle snoring. Delicate shafts of moonlight are filtering in through the shutters that cover the window above my head. A gentle patter against the shutter made me flinch. What was that? It happened again, louder. Was that rain? No it was too heavy and it was just against my window. The noise continued, about a thirty second gap in between each patter. It was like... stones. It was stones!

I pushed the blanket off my body and carefully stood up, trying not to make a noise. I silently pushed one of the shutters open, “hello?” I breathed. A head popped up in front of me and I stifled a scream. Elias winked at me and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “What are you doing here?!?” I whispered hoarsely. He grinned and shrugged. “Decided to surprise you!” I couldn’t help but smile at him; he really was the sweetest person ever. “Are you coming out?” He added. I bit my lip and glanced round at my family. They appeared to be deeply asleep; I turned back to Elias and nodded, feeling rebellious. “Give me a minute to get ready.”

I quickly closed the shutter and looked down at myself. I couldn’t go out like this I was only wearing my underclothes, he can’t see me like this until we’re married it would be completely disgraceful. It would be too noisy to change into my dress though... I quickly grabbed my winter cloak, wrapping it around my shoulders and securing it at my throat. This should keep me covered and warm. I reached a hand up to my hair, pulling the ribbon off of the end of my plait. My hair unravelled, gently falling in loose waves. I didn’t know where I left my shoes so I would have to go without. I quickly opened the door, I froze when the latch clicked, worried my father might have been disturbed, luckily they were all still sleeping like dogs. I tiptoed out of the cottage, and turned around... straight into Elias. I stifled another scream, not expecting him to be so close.

“How do you look so beautiful in the middle of the night?” He asked me cheekily. He spotted my bare feet and his eyes widened in confusion. “I couldn’t find my boots,” I explained with a shrug. He grinned at me, a slight glint in his eye. Before I knew what he was doing he had scooped me up in his arms, and started walking down the track. I muffled a shriek of surprise and delight against his shoulder, laughing joyously as he started running. “Shh-shh-shh, you might wake someone,” Elias tried to quieten me whilst laughing himself; I just raised an eyebrow at him. “Well I can’t have you stepping on a stone, or something worse...” I laughed at him, wrapping my arms round his neck so I was jolted less.

After we had cleared the main part of the village Elias slowed, we seemed to be heading in the direction of the spring. When we reached grass he gently set me on my feet. “Thanks,” I whispered to him, joining our hands and entangling our fingers. We walked in silence for a minute until we reached a tree near the water’s edge. Elias slowly spun me round to face him, slipping his hands round my waist. He pushed me roughly but carefully against the trunk, closing in on me. His body was only inches from mine, our hips almost touching. He breathed heavily against my cheek, his warm breath tickling my neck. His hold tightened on my waist, one hand trailing up my body, cupping the back of my neck. He pushed his body against mine, his breathing becoming harsher. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, moulding to fit the shape of the other. My hands automatically slid round his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. My eyes fluttered shut as our lips touched. He used his grip on my waist to pull my hips into his, our gentle kissing turned more ferocious, urgent. Even though we physically could not get any closer, I wanted more, a hungry passion building inside of me. I opened my mouth slightly allowing him entrance, our tongues battling for dominance, as the hand that was around my neck started to explore my body. A small moan started at the back of my throat when I felt him through our clothes. I thrust my hips into his, and he responded, our bodies creating a delicious friction. He let out a small grunt when I let one hand trail down his body...

He roughly pulled away panting hard. “S... sorry. I didn’t mean to get so carried away. I swear I wasn’t planning that.” I smiled at him, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks, even though that shouldn’t have happened I couldn’t help but want more. The gentle moonlight played across Elias’ face, making him more beautiful and more desirable than ever. I took a faltering step forward, “Elias, I... I don’t regret that, there’s nothing you need to be sorry for I promise.” He looked up from the ground, shame in his eyes.
“I can’t let myself get carried away with you; I know that if I start I won’t stop. It was extremely hard for me to pull away just then, but if it had led to something else... I could have disgraced both of our families. I promise that until we’re married I won’t do anything like that again!” He said the last sentence more to himself than me, making a resolution. I walked towards him, placing my hands gently on his chest. He pulled me in closer, holding me so my head was resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder. I breathed in his familiar scent, letting it wash over me, clouding my mind. “Please, please, don’t promise that,” I whispered gently. He tenderly touched his lips to mine, but pulled away before anything could happen, a slight sadness in his eyes.

“I have to...”

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