Summary: This story is a love story with no real warnings. There is a description of a sex scene, but it’s totally mild. Warnings: PG 13, for language and sex. M/F, fluffy, lime, angst Intimacy

By: Demon Goddess

It was the only thing that she hadn’t experienced.

Sex, yeah, sex was something she often had, but it never had any heart in it. She could spread her legs, moan, groan and never think of the guy. But then she met a man through words. She was young, beautiful and desired.

It was all of these qualities that earned her the nickname ‘The Irish Geisha’.

Her life was disgraceful, and she didn’t want to tarnish his. But she did want to meet him, just to see if that whole ‘passion’ thing was real.

Her controller told her never to allow her heart to be stolen; in order to shame her further, he made him pay. He made the one person she connected with, pay like a common john.

As she traveled into another country (but less than a day away from her home) her brother followed; he was just as damaged as she, but his scarring was different. All he cared about was her happiness.

When they met face to face, she felt her heart leap. He had the slightest limp; from the injury he sustained chopping wood. She guessed he felt a slight pain. She went back to his house as her brother went to a hotel. She felt slightly impure, knowing about his two sons and that they could never know about her private life.

He smiled and led her into the bedroom. She smiled and kissed him on the lips. She was trying not to speak; intimacy was one thing that she feared, especially with him. As she undressed, she felt strange. She felt less nude and more naked.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked, looking her over.

She snorted, feeling a small pain in her chest. “Ask me that six years ago, and you might have gotten a yes.”

“Then have you made love?”

“Love? What is love but some senseless person thinks, or doesn’t think. You can’t ‘make love’ without being ‘in’ love.”

“So then you’re a virgin.”

How could he have made a proclamation without knowing—wait, he did know. He knew, and yet, he looked at her no differently.

She felt a slight thumping in her chest. Could that he what she sought?

As they made love, she kissed him, with passion. There was passion on both sides, something that she had never had before. For a moment, she actually felt that she was a naked virgin, pure of all wrongdoing. She climaxed along with him, not just a bodily orgasm, but also a climaxing soul.

As she kissed him and rolled over onto her side, facing the nightstand, she felt him snuggle up to her. That, in itself, was a mostly foreign experience. And then he did something even less likely. He gently kissed the back of her neck, right on the prominent bone.

Her eyes shot open and she felt tears. What could that have meant? Maybe he did that will all of his lovers, just to make them feel good. But she didn’t feel good, her throat closed up and her heart began to pound. She silently prayed, hoping that it was something that he did especially for her, to her.

Her prayers where answered when he said three, tiny, one-syllable words:

“I love you.”

Her whole body began to shake violently. He turned her body to his and stared into her red-tinted green eyes. He seemed to understand her tears and hugged her close to his body.

“I—I,” she stuttered out, “I love you too!”

The End

Alternate Ending (not so sweet, truer to character)

As she kissed him and rolled over onto her side. That, in itself, was a mostly foreign experience. And then he did something even less likely. He gently kissed the back of her neck, right on the prominent bone.

Her eyes shot open.

What had she done? What had she let happed? Had she actually let down all of her defenses and let a person enter her heart? It was the Forbidden Act. Of the few rules her controller had of her, she couldn’t open her heart.

She could not let that happen.

Before he could respond, she was standing up and looking for her clothes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up.

“I can’t do this,” she muttered, “I should have never done this, I can’t.”

“Can’t what, I thought we were having a wonderful time.”

“I can’t allow this to happen,” she said, putting her pants and tank top on, “I can’t allow this to grow into a relationship.”

“Why can’t you?” he said, standing up and walking over to her.

She stopped, looking at him. Her face was red and tears streamed down her cheeks. The messy mane of red hair gave her the appearance of a woman burning with hellfire. Her mouth was contorted in a way that looked like a sneering grimace; like a person who has been wounded badly but knows they have won the war. If it weren’t for the blatant pain in her eyes, you would have thought she was some creepy evil girl that enjoyed playing with emotions.

“So you realize what I am?” she growled out, walking slowly towards him, “Did you forget or something :

“No, I didn’t forget anything, and I haven’t forgotten that I love you.”

She gasped before growing even angrier. “Love me? LOVE ME? You don’t even know me!”

“I do love you!”

“Did you realize that when I said ‘my body is sold’ I meant I was a prostitute. I am a hooker, a nightwalker, A WHORE.” She growled the last two words out.

“That’s in your past.”

“Fuck a past. Being a whore is my past, my present, my future. My virginity was sold for $5000 to some strange man. My body has been with so may; sex is a completely, completely separate part of my mind. I’m dirty, too dirty to be with you-“

“I don’t care. You and I made love. I can feel it in my heart-“

“EVEN YOU PAID FOR ME.” she said loudly, “You may not have noticed it, but you paid for this weekend.”

Dead silence filled the room. The silence before a storm.

“I didn’t pay for anything,” he said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She felt her heart thumping and her throat close. “I promised, I promised not to complain and do whoever he said.” Air was panting in and out her windpipe, giving her skin an unhealthy blotched appearance.

“I have to leave,” she stammered, trying to breathe deeply, “I have to go away now.”

He stood stunned for a moment before grabbing her wrist. “Wait,” he said, pulling her to his body, grabbing her shoulders, “stay here. Stay here with me, in my house.”

“You have two children,” she said, getting angry, “two children who’s mother would not like having them around someone who sells themselves.”

She turned and slid on her boots. He tried to pull on her wrist, but she let herself out.

She grabbed her backpack that contained all her stuff and stumbled down the stairs.

He ran after her. She opened his front door and began to leave out.

He turned her around and stared into her eyes.

She was crying harder than before.

She kissed him on the lips and hugged him close to her. She tried to release all the tension and love she felt in that kiss; she was almost completely sure they would never meet again.

Her eyes closed under the pressure. He heard the words “I will always love you.” whispered into his ear.

For the second time that pressure stopped, he stood there, just like that, savoring the moment.

By the time he opened his eyes, she was gone, with her scent and taste still lingering with him and in the house.

The End

A/N: I hope you liked this. I wrote this one-day, feeling inspired. It’s finished just like this.

Thank you again,

Demon Goddess