Fractured DS History #13
Date: 3/20/98
From: ROBINV

Catherine and Bramwell surveyed each other, stunned. Their passion spent, they separated on opposite sides of the narrow brass bed and began to dress. They didn't exchange a word. Catherine, lying completely dressed on the bed, thinking about the overpowering rapture of their lovemaking, wonderingly contemplated her upraised, wandering hand and gazed through the vertical bars at the foot of the bed.

Bramwell, sitting at the foot of the bed, pulling on his boots, asked quietly, "Are you angry with me?"

Catherine recalled what had just happened between them. He had kidnapped her, dragged her to this room in the Old House, forced her to admit she still loved him, then took her, and the two of them had coupled like a pair of beasts in heat.

Downstairs, they heard Quentin's voice. Bramwell, fully dressed, stood and said, "I'll get rid of him."

"No," Catherine said determinedly. "I will. You wait here. And take off all your clothes again, Bramwell. I expect you naked and hard when I get back!"

Quentin was waiting in the living room, a gun clutched in his hand. He seemed unsurprised to see her, but puzzled by the determined expression on her face. "Catherine, I've come to take you back for your wedding to Morgan," he said.

Clearly, her eyes ablaze with almost insane blue fire, Catherine said, "No, Quentin, I've just gotten very well fucked by Bramwell. If I'm lucky, he's put a baby into my belly, and if not, we're going to keep doing it until he does. I've had the best--and Morgan will NEVER be this good! The only thing wooden about him is his personality! Please close the door behind you, Quentin!"

And Catherine, discarding clothes, walked haughtily back upstairs and tossed herself on top of Bramwell, who was grinning, naked and quite ready for her delightful assault.

Love, RobinV