I WANT TO LOVE YOU- LUKE.

Rosie was with her mother inside...

When her mother woke up she requested to leave home and come after a nice sleep.

"But, mom no one is with you...how can you expect me to leave?" Replied Rosie.

"If you stay here, it's uncomfortable for me I don't want my daughter to be here...please go home fresh up and then have nice sleep and meet me tomorrow." Requested Rosie's mom.

"Okay, fine I will leave." Replied Rosie.

As Rosie left, her mother had some dinner and she slept but on another side. Rosie sister was very excited to meet Luke. As Luke reached Allan's house, it was Rosie sister staring at him."

"I never saw her staring at any guy like that!" Said, Allan.

"Ohh, she is Rosie's sister?" Asked Luke.

"Yeah, she is, her name is Jasmine." Replied Allan.

Luke went near to Jasmine and made a handshake.

"Hi, myself Luke." Said Luke

"Ohh! Hi, I know you, you are my sisters...." Replied Jasmine.

"Shu..."Luke spoke a non-verbal language.

"Okay come I will take you to the room you can go fresh up!" Said Jasmine.

Luke gets a call...

"Hey, what happened?" Asked Luke.

"Nothing much, mom was requesting me to go home." Replied rosie.

"Wait, wow... Your sister is coming home, luke said jasmine.

Come soon.

Luke moves to a side and grumbles

You and I can spend time too, come fast okay.* said, Luke.

" yeah! Coming."

Rosie reached Allen's house and her sister and brother went hugged her and went emotional. Rosie takes a shower and all of them have their dinner.

"Can we walk outside on the street for some time even I want to feel the wind?" Asked Luke

"Okay, even we will join" Jasmine replied.

"Hey, no only me and your sister, we have something to talk about." Said Luke.

"Okay, fine," Jasmine answered.

(Rosie and Luke step outside and we're talking but luke spoke)

"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever. I offer myself to you again with a heart, even more, your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in" Luke went emotional.

"Where did you learn this...? Asked Rosie.

" I don't know, but...." He went silent

His heart beat faster and faster as Rosie's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch, she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

A long, long kiss, a kiss of youth, and love,

And beauty, all concentrating like rays

Into one focus, kindled from above;

Such kisses as belong to early days,

Where heart, and soul, and sense, in concert move,

And the blood's lava, and the pulse ablaze,

Each kiss a heart-quake, — for a kiss's strength,

I think, it much is reckoned by its length.

Before she could withdraw her mind from its far places, his arms were around her, as sure and hard as on the dark road to Rosie, so long ago. She felt again the rush of helplessness, the sinking yielding, the surging tide of warmth that left her limp. And the quiet face of Luke was blurred and drowned to nothingness. He bent back her head across his arm and kissed her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world. His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing him back.

He said"

"Now, I'm not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realize that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn't understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life. I knew it was hopeless, but that didn't matter to me. And it's not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you. Tell me what to do. Show me how to behave. I'll do anything you say."

She replied

"You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other women may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me. But if you would return a favourable answer to my offer of myself in marriage, you could draw me to any good – every good – with equal force."

He pulled her more close and said " I want to love you, want to feel you, your eyes, your lips and all"

His hands slowly went to her neck and he said in her ear.

"Rosie, let's get filled with love tonight."

You me and none.

She replied.

"Luke,

He kept his finger on her lips and said I know you won't say no,

So I will be waiting in my room for you to come asap.

" I LOVE YOU." THERE AGAIN THEY KISS.

(ROSIE AND LUKE REACH HOME. LUKE GOES STRAIGHT TO HIS ROOM AND SPRAY THE PERFUME. ROSIE GETS CHANGED AND SLOWLY WITHOUT KNOWING ANYONE SHE ENTERS TO HIS ROOM.)

Inside the back room, Rosie has crawled out from underneath Luke. Now fuck me like a dog, she tells him. She grips a pillow in her fists and he breathes behind her, hot air down her back which is starting to sweat and slip on his stomach. She doesn't want him to see her face because it is blowing up inside, red and furious, and she's grimacing at the pale white wall which is cool when she puts her hand on it to help her push back into him, get his dick to fill up her body until there's nothing left of her inside: just dick.

One thing he loved that she sometimes did was to align their nipples and rub. Hers would be hard and his would be too. He didn't know if she would do that. In an ideal world she would do everything she had ever done with him, in farewell, a variety show, had they world enough and time, which they didn't. There was too much.

She was dragging her hair across his eyes. Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because she wasn't going to, he knew. She lightly bit his shoulder. She was lowering herself more. She was brushing her breasts across his face. He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. He was frantic. He wanted to get as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as he could. Her breasts were killing him, her blunt instruments. He had called them that and she had laughed, long ago. […]

He drove himself harder into her. She was whining with pleasure and that was good. She would climax again right away.

He kept on, slowing himself. He pushed her knees up higher. He was almost there and so was she, again.

He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down her body, down …

and she was nothing but her body

there was a sharp brief pain

brief

and then a sweet spasm went through her

and she seemed to rise into the air

no more pain

just the sweetness

the incredible.

He turned his head so his cheek was flat against her. He could feel her muscles moving softly — her coming was more in her mind still; when she got closer she would become a single band of muscle, like a fish — all of her would move at once, flickering and curving, unified from jaw to tail.

His mind was half in hers. He felt her still loose-jointed drift — only an occasional little coil in the current tugging at her harder, moving her toward the flood.

The tide came all the way up.

He felt all of her pass into him through his forehead: the effort of her body as if she was swimming upward, then the uncurling as she stretched out to catch the break, body-surfing a wave bigger than she'd thought, caught in the rush.

He felt it — she had an instant of fear — he didn't hear it but he felt a bleat from her as though her lips were pressed against his opened forehead. Then she breathed — he felt her body move as if her mouth opened on all of him — she took a breath and let herself go tumbling.

After a while they moved up the bank as though they had to escape the flood. They clambered onto the table of higher ground, onto the spartina. He sat to untie his shoes, and Elsie clambered on his back as if she couldn't get enough of clambering. He got his feet out of his pants and made a bed of them for her on the long flattened stalks.

Everything was brighter than in the creek — all around them the even tops of the spartina caught flat shadowless starlight.

He reached under her back to smooth out broken stems. For an instant he felt her feel his body, felt her register him, his inner sounds, the outer wave of them pressing toward her. And then they both fell into their own urgencies, overlapping disturbances, like waves from separate storms, at first damping, then amplifying each other.

They lay still in their pit of gray light. Her cheek moved against his. He had no idea what her expression was now — maybe smiling, maybe recovering herself the way she laughed at herself after she cried.

She moved her head and kissed his mouth. It didn't make her clear to him. Pretty soon she'd start talking.