Chapter
4
When awake I dream about dreaming…
I want to be visited…
Because I traveled far…
To meet you.
“Nikolas…” Gia whispers softly.
The kiss was exuberant… first kisses always are.
“Gia, there are times… when I awaken and realize what a tender part of my dreams you have been… I know that my thoughts are only reflecting the loving hopes of my heart because whenever they wander they always take me to you.”
Nikolas stops, gauging Gia’s reaction.
“Every once in a while I start feeling a little lost, especially when I start wondering where we’re going. And every now and then I need something from you that I don’t always get.”
“What is that?”
“I’d like for us to talk a little more… touch a little more. Just an occasional thing, so I know you’re still happy with me.”
“I am happy…”
“I hope I’m not asking for too much. Gia, just enough to know from time to time that I make a difference.”
“You do.”
Gia is silent for a moment, as she has turned her back from Nikolas. She is at the same time shocked and flattered by his declaration. She gathers the courage and softly states what’s on her mind.
“Love and its verbal expression, the words I love you. Many of us have difficulties with those three little words. Those who have been toughened in their childhoods or by life will often be unable to say I love you. Some of us will place a huge barrier between ourselves and those words… I can’t say them until I know the other person is my life, my soul.”
“Knowing that makes all the difference in the world to me. I hope you’ll just for a moment how much you mean to me. Gia, If your path never crosses mine, know that you have my heart.” Nikolas gently turns Gia around, and gives her an envelope that he had intended to give her after the night was over. The chance seemed to come sooner rather than later. He goes into
Windemere, leaving Gia on the balcony alone.
Inside the envelope Gia finds a poem.
I close my eyes and drink you in
Then I slowly pour you out on paper with my pen
You form into beautiful words caught in a rhyming phrase
Writing all over the white in a wordy maze
So they can read the beauty I have discovered
Which has been matched by no other.
You are my poetry.
Nikolas
Ch.
5
Gia rereads the poem it seems for the hundredth time. Either not able to
comprehend the meaning behind Nikolas’ love poem, or either trying to convince
herself of something she is afraid of.
Loving Nikolas would not be as easy as love would make it seem. When you give up
your heart, you give yourself; there is no control because the gift of love,
your body… you… are presented to someone. In this case Gia has to realize
that she is a gift given willingly to Nikolas.
“You’ve returned.”
“You’re still here.”
“Where
would I go?”
“I’ve
read your poem… I love it you know.”
“I
meant every word --“
“--
I love you”, Gia states softly.
Nikolas is silent for a while. He walks towards Gia, gently cupping her face.
“And
I love you.”
The
kiss is simple. One could say sweet and warm. The embrace is cosmic in terms of
the euphoria reached by two people willing to be each other’s finished words.
Perfect complements to a language that needs no explanation of expression except
for simple love words; you are mine, as I am yours.
“You do realize now I can never let you go.”
“Here
comes the royal ego.”
“No
I’m serious.”
“I
know I know, please continue Prince Nikky.”
“Alright,
since we’re on the subject of titles, I was hoping that yours would change.”
“Excuse
me. Nikolas you’re not making any sense. I don’t even have a title.”
“You
could… you will.”
“What?”
“I,
Nikolas Cassadine, am asking that you, Gia Campbell, marry me.”
“Marry
you?”
“Yes,
will you marry me… please?”
“Nikolas
–“
“—You
said you love me. I love you. Nothing else matters. Not that we haven’t had
the required amount of courting time, not what other people think. Gia nothing!
All I know is that I need you like nothing else in my life. I will do whatever
it takes to have you as my wife.”
“You
may not feel this way six months from now. Feelings change, people change.”
“I
could never not want you.”
Nikolas takes Gia’s hand and leads her away from the main room. He takes her
up the stairs of Wyndemere, silently promising what is to be from what was.
Neither realizes at this moment where the other begins and where the other ends.
The prince who shall be king has chosen his queen.
*****
Through a sea of color,
Golden honey falls around my fingers.
My lips, softly pressed close to yours, start delicately stirring.
*
Embrace of milky smooth, flushed warmth,
Mercurially wrapping around my body.
My stomach softly pressed close to yours, starts gently rocking.
*
Light wafts of moist, intoxicating wisps,
Borne of pleasure, deft vapors caress around my neck.
My legs, softly pressed close to yours, start sensually squeezing.
*
Touch of ambrosia in luxuriant form,
Tensed and relaxed, all within a building sensation.
My hands, softly pressed close to your body, start affectionately stroking.
*
Intermingled starlight and moonlight,
Writhing with grace, they dance.
Our bodies, softly pressed close together, are one.
*****
The two lay intertwined with no words spoken. What must be said when a simple
satisfied sigh is ones loves words for ‘I love you’ and a caress is the
reply, ‘And I you’.
Interlude and
Chapter 6
What
You Feel
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