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---RoZita, ed.~~~{~@
---RoZita, ed.~~~{~@
by Delorita
for Maryann"Remember Sharon, how you said, the truth will set me
free? Well, it has. The Church made me a priest but
it was our ordeal together that made me a man of God
maybe for the first time. Wherever I go I will keep
you in my heart and also in my prayers. God keep you
and bless you."
Dr. Sharon Golban pressed the handwritten letter on her lips and sighed deeply: "He is alive! My sweet sad priest is alive!" Tears of relief came up in her eyes. Carefully and lost in thoughts she stroked the lines with her fingertips again and again, imagining how his fingers held the pencil when he wrote to her those emotional words.
Since the terrible day of the kidnapping of her children and the explosion, as they lost the body and got both injured she didn't know what happened to Matt. No one in the hospital where she lay was able to tell her. She thought she'd go mad with worrying about him.
But when she finally got home after several weeks, she found this message, written a month ago....
*****Now Sharon is very nervous. TEN MINUTES. Only ten minutes and HIS plane will arrive!
She smiles because of her memories and feels her heart pounding in her throat. It has been such a long time since she saw Matt (she can't think of him as FATHER Matt. It's only Matt for her!) Three years. She sighs, remembering all the letters and emails they wrote to each other during that time. In the last weeks she found almost every day a message from him in her box and it was a joy for her to answer. It was at most little funny things which made her smile or laugh. She was amazed that Matt was able to be that funny. Now when she thinks of it, it occurs to her that this is not just friendship anymore. Maybe it is ...love?
Probably he does not realize that or he does not want to admit it. Of course he told her, there is no doubt in his love for God. He still believed in him. But she has the feeling there is a place for her in his heart suddenly....at least she does have this hope.
When Sharon found out she had to work with Matt again and heard his voice full of excitment, telling her this on the phone, she danced through the room with the phone in her hand so that her little daughter asked "Mummy, what is the matter?" And her son started to dance with her.But now Sharon is uncertain. HOW am I going to behave with him? she wonders as she dresses and combs her hair and puts on a bit of makeup with trembling fingers. What shall I do when he gets here?
Actually she promised herself to act as though she's with a good friend, to wait and see what he will do. But in the other hand she wants to feel his soft lips again--with a smile she remembers the tiny kiss she gave him once....
She checks herself in the mirror once more just before leaving for the airport. And to her surprise, she sees that she really is beautiful! She never quite believed before that she was, even though she had been told so. But she is! The makeup is not even necessary.THE PLANE ARRIVES!
Slowly she rises from her seat at Ben Gurion airport. She still is uncertain. Should she go to the entrance where the passengers will come in or just sit here and wait?
But she is not able to wait any longer. The experienced archeologist suddenly feels like a teenage girl. Impatiently her eyes search through the crowd of arriving people, looking for a man in black priestly robes. She still has that image of him in her mind.
Suddenly her eyes stop. A glance catches hers. Her breath almost stops too. THERE they are again! The deep brown eyes with the sparkles of a wonderful warm smile in them.... The crowd disappears in her mind. Her slow steps leading her to him like in a dream or trance.He looks different, she thinks. She almost starts to giggle when she realizes why. There is NO black robe. He wears a white shirt and JEANS! And the very short hair is a bit longer now. She didn't know he would have such sweet curls. And that almost gives him a boyish look.
Now she's in front of him, passing her hand to greet him. He does the same, pressing her fingers very tightly without stopping to look into her eyes. In the same second when she says, "Matt..." in a cracked voice, his "Sharon," spoken in his unmistakable voice and accent, caresses her soul.
Sharon is not able to stop herself any longer and is throwing her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder, embracing him tightly.
'I guess that's allowed,' she thinks. 'I can embrace a good friend after not seeing him for some years.'
And when she feels his strong arms around her body, lifting her up, she whispers into his ear, "I'm so happy that you are finally here."
But like in a silent promise they both pull away from each other and Matt says in an embarrassed voice, "Would you like something to eat? I'm starved. I couldn't eat one piece in that plane."Sharon cleared her throat: "I prepared a meal at my apartment because you were going to arrive so late. I hope you don't mind to come with me, remember I still owe you some chicken soup? This is an invitation and I don't accept a no."
She smiles warm and hopefully at him, almost takes his hand to pull him away from that crowded place.
When he searches for the answer, Sharon has the feeling that he is blushing when he stammers: "Well...sure...why not." And he takes his suitcase, gives her a wink and says certain, "OK, let's go."
She had prepared everything before she went to the airport, even candles she wanted to put on the table but put them away again because she did not know if there should be candles on the table when it's only a meal with a friend. But she wanted so much the romance.... The kids are very happy to sleep at their aunt's tonight. Now the priest and the archeologist are sitting there, with a vase of lilies on the table, facing each other from time to time, eating. They are both very embarrassed. Sharon burns to ask him what they'll have to work together again since he didn't tell her more specific things on the phone. But she finds herself staring at him. She can't believe that he is really here, sitting in front of her, sharing the meal with her. She almost reaches out to touch his cheek to feel that he is real and not only a day dream. Sharon also notices that he is very tired. He does have trouble with the time difference. Although he tries to hide it his heavy eyelids almost fall shut when he sips from his wine. “You should get some sleep, Matt. And after it we can talk about our new job, OK? The sofa over there is waiting for you.“ “No no no, I can’t sleep here.“ He protests but somehow not very convincing. “You slept here before, didn’t you?“ Sharon shakes the cushions for him. Slowly he comes over and sit down, pulling the shoes from his feet, “Actually you are right. Thank you.“ And with that he lies down and immediately does fall asleep. Sharon is deep in thoughts. She's sitting on the floor, staring into the fire, her arms around her knees, her chin resting on them. Steps behind her startle her. Then she feels hands on her arms and knows this is Matt. "Oh, you are awake!" she says, turning to face him. What a stupid thing to say, she tells herself, blushing a little. "Yes," he murmurs, kneeling behind her, "and I have had a dream." His arms sliding around her, pulling her closer to him. She feels very comfortable but is amazed about his doing this. She didn't expect it. She thought she had to be the one who had to seduce him. Does that mean ...? "I dreamed about you," he admits in a husky voice. "I often dreamed about you in the last years." It almost sounds like a confession to her and she smiles, looking deeply into those eyes which let her heart melt. "And so did I," she answers when she reaches out to caress his cheeck finally. He is so close, she feels her body starting to tremble. Just now she realizes that his shirt is unbuttoned and with joyful surprise she discovers all the dark hair on his chest which curled around the silver necklace with Jesus on it, which he still wore. (She did send it back to him, two years ago and he was happy that he hadn't lost it). She doesn't know how to behave but instinctively she lets her fingers play with the curls. "Matt, I love you." It slips out from her lips. Anxious she looks at him, waiting for his reaction. He sighs and closes his eyes for a second, pulling her even more close. "That's what I wanted to say the whole time," He whispers before he touches her lips with his in a shy tiny kiss. "I love you, my sweet Sharon..." His hand is drawing the line from her cheekbones to her neck, "...and I want to ask you..." He takes a deep breath before he continues: "If you want to marry me." Sharon thinks she doesn't hear right: "But you are a priest." She looks with a surprised glance at him: " What about your vows?" "I thought about that a very long time then I asked for a dispensation. Because I can not live without you, Sharon. I tried but I can't." He gives her another tiny kiss, just on her lips. She snuggles more into his embrace, looking straight into his eyes when she answers: "Yes, I want to become your wife." She caresses his cheek and lips and chin. "I missed you so much in those years. I couldn't get used to it. I can't live without you either." She's almost unable to speak, so much does her voice tremble with emotion. When she starts to kiss him again, he pulls himself away a bit and takes something from his shirt poket. It is a tiny red box. And while he opens it he explains: "Sharon, that is the reason why I came. Not work. I pray you do forgive me my tiny lie on the phone." When she looks at the golden ring she just realizes that it is all realy true and she can only gasp: "Oh, Matt.." He lays the box away and lifts her chin a bit, closer to his mouth, whispering: "But you must help me in one thing ... because I've done only one time before, what I'd love to do now." His hand slides up and down her arm when he speaks and she's never seen such softness in his eyes before. "I will." Her answer disappears in the kiss which she finally gives to him.... Her lips covering his, her tongue is licking across them. She feels Matt's embrace tighten and his mouth opens to her tongue's bidding. A deep moan escapes his throat when their tongues meet. After a second of hesitation he annswers her kiss. His warm, luscious wet mouth is enclosing hers. Sharon thinks, 'That is the sweetest kiss I ever got!' His tongue caresses hers very softly, as though he has to try kissing first. Gently her tongue plays with his, feeling his softness, til their kiss more and more increases, their embrace can't get harder. Sharon is joyfully amazed how passionate he is becoming already. Hungrily he's eating her up in his kiss as though to make up for all those lost years. She can't get a clear thought anymore just 'Matt..Matt..Matt, how sweet you are...how wonderful you taste.' She sighs lustfully and feels the total wetness between her nether lips, ready to take him in. Both hands in his unexpected curls on his head she kisses her ex-priest several minutes. The time seems to stop until they both break the kiss to get some air. "I love you, Sharon." He murmurs again when he's licking across her mouth with his tongue. With shaking hands she starts to take off his shirt and pushes him slowly down on the carpet. While kissing his earlobe she whispers, thinking of their meeting years ago: "I need to see some skin." He smiles at her, whispers back: "This time you can get as much skin as you'd like to have...you can get everything." He sighs deeply. With one hand she let her fingers slide through his chest hair, touching his nipples lightly which makes him groan again and he closes his eyes. With her other hand she's unbuttoning her blouse then kisses his closed lashes. "Matt, please look at me." When he looks at her and notices she's topless now he blushes. She smiles warm at him: "Don't be shy, my beloved man." And she takes his hand and lays it on her breast. A pleasurable shudder goes through her body when she feels the warmth of it and her nipple is hardening immediately against his palm. He raises his other hand to caress her other breast, touching the nipples only with his thumb and fingertips like she did with his. "You are so beautiful." He whispers when his hands slide down to her hips and back to her neck across her arms. He hesitates and then slides downwards to massage her breasts again. Simultaneously his tongue tip moves across his lips and guessing the meaning of that reaction she bends down and offers her breasts to his slightly open mouth. His body seems to know the language of love and he uses the tip of his tongue to play with her very hard aroused nipple and then sucks on it. At first just a bit, then more hard. She thinks she's going to lose her mind. Feeling the tenderness of his hands on her back, she lets her hand travel down his delicious body, caressing his thighs, massaging them, up and down, very slowly, but firm. When he aches his hips against her desperately she finally squeezes his balls and he gives a deep groan: "Hm, do that again, that feels good." "Yeah, wait." Fast she puts her skirt and stockings off. When she wants to get off the panties he says: "Wait, wait... Let me do that." She gasps aloud when she feels his wonderful strong hands beneath the material of her panties and then he takes them off. And when he looks at her, in all her beauty and slenderness, standing naked in front of him, he loses all his shyness and just does what the male instinct says to him. Kneeling in front of her he's stroking her dark pubic hair, moving his fingers slowly between her legs and then finally, in the same moment when she wishes it, he starts to lick her swollen nether lips, to taste her female moistness. She's already so aroused that the first touch of the tip of his tongue on her clit gives her a tiny orgasm. She shudders most pleasureably. "Oh Matt, I love this, oh my God." She sighs and grabs his shoulders to push him down carefully again, taking his jeans and briefs off in one fast movement. 'WHAT a cock!' She thinks at the sight of his hardness and lustfully she mounts him, but not taking him in yet. Just sliding her moistness back and forward on the iron hard length of his manhood, making him squirm and groan beneath her." Oh Sharon, please, I can't take that one second longer...." His voice is almost gone and his fingers are allover her body, caressing her pubic hair, lightly pulling at her nipples. She also can not take this longer. Slowly she starts to guide him in. But suddenly she notices worry in his eyes and he asks : " Shouldn't...shouldn't we use a condom not to make a baby?" Sharon smiles happily at him, feeling the tip of his penis pressing against her entrance: "But I want a baby from you, Matt." She bends down to kiss him, inch for inch she moves herself down onto his hard member." Don`t you want a baby ?" "YES, I DO!" And with that he gives her a most powerful thrust, burying himself deep into her wonderfull inviting body. And that movement follows a loud cry of pleasure. The cry of their both explosive climax. Three years were too much. They had waited so long that their first union ended so fast and with a joyful gloriuos groan. Sharon collapses on his chest, giggling and she hears him chuckle too. Playfully he whispers: "I think we need some more tries to make our baby." And he turns her on her back to be on top of her, feeling that sinful growing of his member again, which he always felt since he saw her the first time. But now he is allowed to be inside her, and she starts to move and he starts to move and looking deeply into each others eyes they start the next try to experience their new truth again. The truth of love to each other, not only in their minds, but finally with their bodies too....
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