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Love bites, love bleeds
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S through Z › Sleepy Hollow
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,728
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Sleepy Hollow, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Consequences
This chapter is the next day and ends three days later-but it goes fast. Read and enjoy!
Chapter 6: True love
She woke the next day and felt such shame. Wasn’t sex for the marriage bed only? And what of Ichabod-he still didn’t know that Katrina had well fallen in love with someone else.
Michael kissed her. “My dear, what happened last night was as natural as breathing. It is not a sin to make love when you love someone. And I love you.” She looked at him; he sat in a chair, his shirt off, pants and boots on.
At last she smiled. “I love you. I don’t know how, it’s all happening so fast, but I do love you.” He nodded and smiled, beaming at her.
---
When she slipped inside the house, Ichabod rushed into the room. “Oh thank god! I thought something had happened to you!” She bit her tongue and shook her head.
“I am fine. Really Ichabod, you worry too much.” She patted his arm and walked up-stairs, humming an unfamiliar tune to Ichabod’s ears-to her own, it was heaven.
---
Sneaking away wasn’t as easy- Ichabod had figured Katrina’s trick and refused tea that night. Katrina tried to act as if everything were normal, sitting by the fire; she pulled the leaves off a flower, to make a remedy for fevers. The time ticked by painfully slowly, nine fading to ten, ten slowly ticking away to ten thirty, she felt her heart sink. What would Michael think when she didn’t show? She glance at Ichabod, he was still wide awake, reading through a book. While she was entirely grateful of everything he had done for her, he couldn’t give her what she wanted.
What she needed.
Only Michael could. She smiled and finished, deciding that no matter what she had to see him that night, come hell or high water.
It was nearly one in the morning when Ichabod finally went up-stairs and slept. After making sure that he was asleep, she slipped outside and hurried to Michael’s.
Michael himself hadn’t been too worried when Katrina hadn’t shown-he knew that she loved him and would come to him when she felt ready. He was sitting in front of the fireplace, though it was off, rocking slowly in his chair. Behind him, he heard the music box playing; he would always know it as “their song.”
It was barley past one when his door was thrown open and a breathless Katrina entered, throwing herself into his warm embrace. “I’m sorry! I did want to see you, I truly did!” Michael smiled gently and turned her face to his.
“My love, I knew you’d see me when you felt it was all right.”
“But it always is with you! It’s not sinful or wrong.”
“Of course not. Whatever made you think it was?”
She shrugged and looked at him, wondering how she had fallen so fast and so recklessly. He kissed her passionately, pulling her tightly against him. Katrina felt at once a burning that made her gasp and lean into him, breathing deeply. “MM. I need you Katrina! I need you!” She gasped in surprise and laughed as he carried her to the bedroom.
As the two made love all through the night and well into morning, they were unaware that a pair of dark brown eyes watched from a window outside his bedroom.
---
Michael and Katrina lay in bed the next day, pressed so close together their hearts seemed to form one. As night fell, she drew away, knowing that Ichabod would miss her.
Michael still didn’t seem to understand. “Really Katrina, why must you leave me? I don’t understand why we can’t be together. What must we hide?”
Katrina faced him. “Soon Michael we will be together. I swear it. But I need to let some ties go.” He nodded and she kissed him once more before returning home.
---
Ichabod didn’t understand Katrina’s rash behaviors but he was determined to find out what was causing them. The two had had a rather abrupt meeting earlier and Ichabod was at a loss.
More to his concern was the well-being of Masbath- he seemed very quiet for even himself and had barley touched supper that evening. He shook his head. Katrina had risen before anyone else and had gone to work, he had seen her as he walked the cobbled streets. She seemed very happy and more upbeat than Ichabod had ever seen.
What was going on? He sighed, hoping he could handle the truth, come what may. The clock struck midnight. Again, Katrina wasn’t home.
Chapter 6: True love
She woke the next day and felt such shame. Wasn’t sex for the marriage bed only? And what of Ichabod-he still didn’t know that Katrina had well fallen in love with someone else.
Michael kissed her. “My dear, what happened last night was as natural as breathing. It is not a sin to make love when you love someone. And I love you.” She looked at him; he sat in a chair, his shirt off, pants and boots on.
At last she smiled. “I love you. I don’t know how, it’s all happening so fast, but I do love you.” He nodded and smiled, beaming at her.
---
When she slipped inside the house, Ichabod rushed into the room. “Oh thank god! I thought something had happened to you!” She bit her tongue and shook her head.
“I am fine. Really Ichabod, you worry too much.” She patted his arm and walked up-stairs, humming an unfamiliar tune to Ichabod’s ears-to her own, it was heaven.
---
Sneaking away wasn’t as easy- Ichabod had figured Katrina’s trick and refused tea that night. Katrina tried to act as if everything were normal, sitting by the fire; she pulled the leaves off a flower, to make a remedy for fevers. The time ticked by painfully slowly, nine fading to ten, ten slowly ticking away to ten thirty, she felt her heart sink. What would Michael think when she didn’t show? She glance at Ichabod, he was still wide awake, reading through a book. While she was entirely grateful of everything he had done for her, he couldn’t give her what she wanted.
What she needed.
Only Michael could. She smiled and finished, deciding that no matter what she had to see him that night, come hell or high water.
It was nearly one in the morning when Ichabod finally went up-stairs and slept. After making sure that he was asleep, she slipped outside and hurried to Michael’s.
Michael himself hadn’t been too worried when Katrina hadn’t shown-he knew that she loved him and would come to him when she felt ready. He was sitting in front of the fireplace, though it was off, rocking slowly in his chair. Behind him, he heard the music box playing; he would always know it as “their song.”
It was barley past one when his door was thrown open and a breathless Katrina entered, throwing herself into his warm embrace. “I’m sorry! I did want to see you, I truly did!” Michael smiled gently and turned her face to his.
“My love, I knew you’d see me when you felt it was all right.”
“But it always is with you! It’s not sinful or wrong.”
“Of course not. Whatever made you think it was?”
She shrugged and looked at him, wondering how she had fallen so fast and so recklessly. He kissed her passionately, pulling her tightly against him. Katrina felt at once a burning that made her gasp and lean into him, breathing deeply. “MM. I need you Katrina! I need you!” She gasped in surprise and laughed as he carried her to the bedroom.
As the two made love all through the night and well into morning, they were unaware that a pair of dark brown eyes watched from a window outside his bedroom.
---
Michael and Katrina lay in bed the next day, pressed so close together their hearts seemed to form one. As night fell, she drew away, knowing that Ichabod would miss her.
Michael still didn’t seem to understand. “Really Katrina, why must you leave me? I don’t understand why we can’t be together. What must we hide?”
Katrina faced him. “Soon Michael we will be together. I swear it. But I need to let some ties go.” He nodded and she kissed him once more before returning home.
---
Ichabod didn’t understand Katrina’s rash behaviors but he was determined to find out what was causing them. The two had had a rather abrupt meeting earlier and Ichabod was at a loss.
More to his concern was the well-being of Masbath- he seemed very quiet for even himself and had barley touched supper that evening. He shook his head. Katrina had risen before anyone else and had gone to work, he had seen her as he walked the cobbled streets. She seemed very happy and more upbeat than Ichabod had ever seen.
What was going on? He sighed, hoping he could handle the truth, come what may. The clock struck midnight. Again, Katrina wasn’t home.