If I Ever Run Too Far And The Pieces Come Unglued

Posted on July 08, 2018 by Adelaide Claire LaBelle

While the dark-haired woman would find little difficulty in making herself familiar with wherever it was that this journey called life dared to carry her, whether it be within the heart of the world's largest city or the most desolate of mountainsides, she had always been fond of the countryside. Yes, the one place that she had known from her earliest days had been those rolling hills and vast estate hardly very far from those bright city lights that would illuminate the night sky, and yet she found herself drawn to those more natural beauties and open spaces that those more rural stretches would have to offer her. They enticed her with those swaying golden fields of wheat she could rememeber seeing only pictures of and she would dream of seeing such a place with her own eyes or glittering sage for real. She wanted to know what it would be like to see a soft summer breeze whispering through those tall grasses the hue of that precious metal so many desired. She wanted to see how they would dance softly to and fro, wanted to feel that warm breeze touching her own face as unseen fingers would play idly with long and flowing strands of dark cocoa. And for a moment, she would feel a familiar warmth ignite in her heart as she imagines taking Taylor by the hand and pulling him through those fields of gold, lilted laughter falling so freely from her dusty rose-colored lips. She would ask for him to dance with her then and there in the middle or nowhere, lost somewhere in the countryside, and even as she is in that small apartment with the roguishly handsome man whom she could only fall more and more for, she cannot help but think of them far away from this city and in a place where it felt like they were absolutely and entirely alone. She couldn't help the excitement that filled every beat of her heart when she thought of everything that tomorrow could bring, the French woman more than ready to run away with him so that they could forget their troubles pasts for at least a little while. One day, they would be able to set themselves free from the burdens of those that haunted their past. And maybe, just maybe, they would be able to find themselves a little home out on the furthest reaches of Sacrosanct where the air was clean and crisp as she so often dared to imagine the air that embraced the wildest parts of the world. She had no doubts that it would be hard to find such a place so close to the city responsible for bringing two wounded yet wild spirits from two entirely different lives together in what she once considered to be only possible in movies of romance where destiny had long since decided two hearts were fated to meet and find comfort in the other, but in the same moment she could not help but feel that time and patience - along with her fierce determination - would take this wistful thought and turn it into something tangible, something real.

In the end, even if that wouldn't be where they wound up, it didnt matter in the least to Adelaide. So long as she was with Taylor, everything else would fall into place; of this, she could not be more certain of. Even if it meant taking them to the all too familiar hills of Paris, she would be content. She couldn't promise that her past would not try and surge forth and into the life she was beginning to make for herself that very much included Taylor in every way, shape, and form. She would make it as impossible for the nobleman to find her as she could, having refused to reveal her entire physical address to even her mother when the older woman had asked where it was that Adelaide and Townsend were able to settle. But could she say with absolute certainty that life would not dare to challenge the dark-haired woman with the faces of those she had left behind? As much as she fiercely wanted to say that she could keep them out of her present days, she knew that her father wasn't as simple-minded as others. He was deceitful and cunning, both of which she despised about the man more than words could ever quite express justly, but if there was anything she could do to never see him again, there would not be even the slightest of hesitation in the French woman to ensure that she would never have to face him again. Yet, should the snake somehow manage to find out where it was his daughter took to hiding, she would not run. For too long he had been the fury behind her sage eyes, and even the wrath he evoked from her was seen by Adelaide as just one of his ways to have a hand in her life that she very much desired to cut herself loose of. She had managed to place this much distance between herself and her father, but now that she had finally laid down roots that manifested as the Beachside Bar & Bistro as well as the man she loved, she was done running. And if it meant the nobleman finding her or requiring Adelaide and Taylor to make the less than wanted journey back to the place she'd severed herself from, then so be it. If showing her parents that she was not going to let them dictate the rest of her life through revealing to them the thriving business of her very own and the man in which she'd found everything she never knew the deepest parts of her heart has been looking for, she would do what she needed to so that she and the one her wild and willful spirit yearned for in those moments they were apart could finally find the peace that they'd both wanted for so long, before ever having found one another. The way she saw things, they deserved it. This was their time, their chance to finally be wholly and truly happy without having to think of how their parents might view their decisions and the trials and tribulations bound to try and overwhelm them.

No matter what would come their way, she would never ask for Taylor to change. Why would she, when in her sage eyes, there was nothing that she would rather have had differently in the man she loved so deeply? It did not bother her that he was still finding his way through this world - and with what she had in store for him after this week of adventure, she was quite hopeful if not sure that he would see things as she always has even when he insisted otherwise - or that he wore faded jeans and printed cotton t-shrits. If anything, the French woman couldn't quite picture what Taylor might look like dressed in some tuxedo with hair slicked back, though she would be lying in she hadn't tried to imagine him wearing such things. If he looked as handsome as he did in casual clothing, goodness knows how dashing the man would look in anything more formal and refined. It wasn't exactly what bespoke of Taylor and his devilish air he held so effortlessly about him which had the tendency to ignite the flames of desire within the dark-haired woman that could hardly keep herself from wanting to remove the shirt from his torso just so that sage eyes might ravage him as they often wordlessly craved to. To her, the way that he dressed was but a small part of what made him who he was, and there was nothing about Taylor that she would ever dream of trying to shake into something different. It was who he was, the roguish gleam in his gaze that whispered of a rebel at heart just as she was, that Adelaide has fallen for and continued falling for. He was true to himself, hiding not even his own flaws from her, and that meant more to her than the most expensive of material appearance, and she would not waste a single moment to tell him this - or show him, which would always be bound to end in heated moments of passion that she would always want as parched lips would long for the sweetness of water to quell the thirst. And, just as thirst was only every quenched for a time before those lips would find themselves once again yearning for that liquid bliss, Adelaide knew she would always crave the tenderness of his touch, the way that he could make her feel weak and leave her always wanting more. She would never be able to get enough of being close to him, even when the day would come - or so she found herself ever so hopeful for - that they would not have to say goodnight and slip into a bed that they did not share. Whether it meant moving into this cozy apartment with him or Taylor moving into the manor in Dupont Circle, the dark-haired woman could not help but wonder when they would never have to part save for going to their respective jobs. Was it too soon for her to be thinking of such things, of beginnings life with him? Did he often wonder of the future? She wants to ask him, but the question is nothing but a fleeting feeling. There was time for such questions later. She wanted to enjoy every moment that would lead up to that point. And it starts with tonight as they prepare for the week ahead where they would make even more memories than those that she already thought so often of.

She does not miss the way that his gaze darkens before tenor tones reach her, his brows furrowed and yet Adelaide can see the mischievous look within his hunter green gaze and the way he gives her that smirk so easily able to coerce a coquettish and impish smile of her own to plush lips."I would never go to such drastic lengths, mon amour. And who said anything about having signed with pen and paper?", she remarks in silken and sultry words, sage eyes dancing with less than innocent suggestions, knowing perfectly well that he would understand what she meant, that it had been through passionate kisses and surrendering themselves to one another after confessing the feelings that filled their hearts that she was implying playfully towards. The French woman hardly tries to hide the satisfaction that flickers across her sage depths when he turns to find her without the shirt she'd been wearing mere moments ago. Her boldness only grows with those rising flames of desire as he trails his tongue along slightly parted lips as hunter green dank in the sight of her bare skin save for the lace that covered supple breasts. His voice only further suggests that his thoughts were in the same place as her own, and she watches Taylor move around her and as he disappears down the hallway before freeing herself of the other articles or clothing save for the thong to keep her feminine parts there hidden for the time behind. She would almost hate to distract him from the task at hand. Well, moreso than she likely already would. He reappears and with eyes widened, attentive ears do not miss the groan of pleasure that rumbles from his chest and stirs her own desire for him which only intensifies when she closes the lingering space between them, enjoying how naturally his hand found her nearly bare hip only to work small circles in the soft skin there that was electrified by his fingers, her slender frame hardly having forgotten the delight he could bring to her. It was in this moment that she decides she has tired of that shirt of his hiding sculpted muscle and so she removes it only to claim it as hers, draping it over her now, though not without noticing that almost grimace of dismay from Taylor from her teasing, the French woman knowing that he was just as eager for what waited in the moment creeping ever closer as she was. She gives him an impish smile as his features change to that same dark expression as he seems to admire how his shirt looked on her. Yes, he might have just lost possession of this shirt, though she doubted he would mind much.

He chuckles at her coy words, tenor tones answering her accented lyrics and bringing yet another sultry and satisfied smile to her lips as she studies the handsome definitions of his muscle in unabashed delight for a moment before they settle back upon hunter green depths she so loved."That would please me very much, and we can always have Townsend disappear into his study if he had any objections", she replies boldly in her lilted voice, knowing that even Taylor knew how dissatisfied the poor Englishman would be. Ah, but what did he expect when Adelaide and Taylor only grew closer? Another sound of pleasure falls from him then at her words and she feigns thoughtfulness, ushering a playfully contemplative "hmmm" as they begin moving thr furniture."Well, whatever you would like, my dear. I would be more than happy to be your... sexy little secretary in this project", she purrs teasingly to Taylor. His next string of words has a coy smile dancing upon her lips once more, glittering sage do not waver from hunter green as he mentions introducing her to his other personal and she does not withhold the smooth note of laughter that tumbles easily from her lips before she turns back to the furniture and begins shifting the smaller pieces of living room decor. After everything has been shifted into its designated place, she turns and Taylor throws a large quilt to the dark-haired woman, giving her guidance on how to arrange in. Nodding eagerly, she does as he instructs and after placing pillows and the rest of the sheets where they were needed, they both step back, Taylor pretending to dust off his hands as they survey the result. Needless to say, it looked perfect in every sense of the word. Her very first pillow fort, and she had built it with him... He gives his words of final approval and pride, Adelaide giving him an amused look for a moment before he then turns and gestures for her to be the first to enter their oh so carefully planned structure, a wicked gleam dancing across his gaze that only intensifies the flames of desire that stir at her very core."Why, thank you. However...", she says impish, pressing her front against Taylor before slender fingers toy briefly with the hem of his jeans before making quick work of the button and zipper, satisfied as the loose clothing slips from his own hips and to the ground."I believe it is well past the hour for casual clothing... wouldn't you agree? Besides, I think there should be a strict 'no pants' rule if you plan to join me", she whispers boldly before finally turning and lowering herself to hands and knees, crawling into the sheets and pillows, but not without looking over her shoulder with a sultry smile as dark hair falls over her shoulders. She disappears into the fort, shifting comfortably before turning to peek out and up to Taylor, sage eyes alive with desire, excitement, but above all else there is love to be found there as she lifts a single brow playfully in a "well, are you going to join me or what" expression as she moves to make sure there was just enough room for him to enter without knocking over the pillows that supported the quilt and sheets, not that she would be at all disheartened if it fell down, around, and over them. She was simply delighted to be with him as they indulged in childish fun that was only to lead to something much more passionate.

Adelaide Claire LaBelle
i'm the hero of my own story; don't need a knight in shining armor

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