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A little impatience (carefully applied and infused with
Flatter me, but delicately, please, for I am fastidious.
more smoothly than you have done this
wondering how to get his hands on it." Carefully,
What are you doing here?" I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.
"Protecting you. What does it look like I'm doing?
be gentle, not fragile.
smiling a smile full of things restrained
Calmness is the graceful form of Confidence.
Listen' he whispered ferociously, like a ferocious breeze or a very gentle hurricane.
When Laurent turned to face him, his
eyes were dark. His lips were parted
uncertainly. He had lifted his hand to his
own shoulder, as though chasing a ghost
touch there. He did not look exactly
relaxed, but the movement did look a
little easier.
I touch his cheek, see my hand shake, and quickly pull it
back. He grabs my wrist, places my palm back against his
cheek, and closes his eyes like he's in agony. Or bliss. Or
maybe both. Like he's never been touched before.
Stunned, she looked down. Up. Down. Up again. Slowly. "Take your time, lass," he murmured, so softly she scarcely heard him. His next comment was deliberately beyond her audible range, a silky "I plan to with you.
I'm a born, cautious optimist.
Um...carefully Bella ow.
We need to be humble in the face of uncertainty
He wondered if it was safe to grin. Very slowly and carefully, he grinned. It was safe.
Good grief, Molly. He doesn't scare you?"
"Of course not."
"But he's ... "
"He's sweet," Molly insisted.
Dare snorted. "He's still listening.
A storm is coming in and I feared you would be frightened." "I love storms." "We'll see," he said. "I daresay you'll need my strong arms around you to make you feel safe.
Judge tenderly of me.
exasperating composure.
Not too fast," called Raoul. "Let's not scare anyone."
"His majesty said with all deliberate speed!" chirped the courier. He flinched under Lerant's glare.
"That's how we're doing it," Raoul told him. "Deliberately.
Act swiftly and vigorously,
without 'buts' and 'ifs' ...
I'm fearless, to a degree.
Eager?"
"Just a little," I breathed.
...greet the day gently and with utmost care.
Tread softly,
Brathe peacefully,
Laugh hysterically.
With a smile, such as come into people's faces when they look at something little, foolish, and absurd, but warmly loved.
Let us be calm; let us do no harm.
He who treads softly goes far.
Uncomfortable, but safe,
Nissa stirred as she felt the soft brush of something -- lips - tease against her neck. With her eyes closed, she smiled. Thomas' spicy, masculine scent was unmistakable. "What are you doing?" she murmured.
"If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong.
I'm optimistic yet disillusioned, hopeful yet frustrated.
Scared is what you're feeling," says Ma, "but brave is what you're doing." "Huh?" "Scaredybrave.
You can't test courage cautiously, so I ran hard and waved my arms hard, happy.
A slow terror slowly build
Before such calm external beauty the presence of a vague fear is more distinctly felt - like a raven flapping its slow wing across the sunny air.
His hesitation. Is it a
I'm frightened. Of us.
As he slipped the lock into place again he realized his hand was trembling. He held up his shaky fingers where he could see them better and wondered at the equally weak flutter in his chest.
Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.
I will go on quietly and slowly, but I will go on firmly, and with a certainty of success.
Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.
Who can hope to be safe? who sufficiently cautious?
Guard himself as he may, every moment's an ambush.
That word, calm, sounds impossibly beautiful, gloriously uncomplicated. A water-smooth word, a word that can take the edge away from fear, gloss it over, make it shiny. Calm. Gentle.
Been calm in temperament, kindly, though not of warm
Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to ... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.
I pursue pleasure, but stingily, suspiciously.
But how cool, how quiet is true courage!
How Do you spell relax?" I whispered, holding his head with my hands.
I think the answer is f-u-c-k-m-e." He answered.
leaning in to vulnerability
came home safely, which he doubted as anxiously
He wasn't sure how it would be, but
when Laurent saw who was beside him,
he smiled, the expression a
little shy but completely genuine.
Damen, who hadn't been expecting it,
felt the single painful beat of his heart.
He'd never thought Laurent could look
like that at anyone.
I keep my eyes wide open. Because trouble is out there.
Why should he who is scared be careful?
Sometimes it's smart to be scared.
Curiously, she is not afraid, knowing as she does that love is mostly the avoidance of hurt, and furthermore, she is accustomed to obstacles, and how they can be overcome by readjusting her glance or crowding her concerns into a shadowy corner.
When he closed his eyes, he felt how it might have happened: slowly, Laurent's mouth opening, Laurent's hands lifting hesitantly to touch his body. He would have been careful, so careful. Aimeric
Are you nervous?"...
"A little."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No, just go slow."
"I can do that." He could do any damn thing she asked of him.
Confident is the grace of courage.
Show me your hands," he replied in a far less cordial manner.
I pulled them out of my coat pockets, not bothering to hide the curl to my lips as I wagged my fingers at him.
"You're alone in the dark with a vampire and your first concern is whether I'm packing weapons?" Really? my tone implied.
On the sly, scoping for love.
Eilis was fascinated by [ ... ] his sweet duplicity in giving no sign of what had happened before. She was almost glad to know that he had secrets and had ways of calmly keeping them.
Scares that kid,
Nervous? He's tighter than Pat Buchanan's sphincter muscle at a 4th of July soiree on Fire Island.
Stand firm, don't flutter!
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
behaving in an almost giddy fashion, some slathering on sunscreen in
Welcome to fear, said Moist to himself. It's hope, turned inside out. You know it can't go wrong, you're sure it can't go wrong ... But it might.
What thou seest, speak of with caution.
Walk gently, and be brave.
You make me feel so safe. She brought her knees up and tucked her head beneath his chin, curling up like a kitten on his chest. If he died now, he would die happy. His chest expanded and his whole body felt alive with pleasant sensations. He could be content to stay here, without moving, forever.
I raised an alluring eyebrow. Alluringly.
She greeted him with a smile, holding her hand out for him to kiss (...) Nevertheless he went to one knee and pressed his lips against her knuckles. Her flesh was warmer than he'd expected and he angered himself for enjoying the sensation.
sounded almost hopeful.
Keegan felt nervous as Rourk walked toward her. What should she say? In an instant, he stood in front of her. She felt his fingers trace the side of her face. She looked up into his grey eyes as he leaned down and kissed her.
Keegan had kissed boys before, but she'd never felt anything like this.
Keep cool but care
Be joyful. Be graceful.
What are you doing?" I asked. "Are we getting all Fifty Shades up in here?"
He shushed me. "Nothing that dangerous. You won't need a safe word.
I wanted to call you, but I find myself feeling ... awkward when it comes to you."
"'Awkward' is the word du jour," I agreed. "So, I make you nervous?"
"Not quite nervous," he said. "Just unsettled."
I wriggled my eyebrows and inched a little closer to him. "Unsettled, that's even better.
Fierce faith, hopeful heart
The flower has opened, has been in the sun and is unafraid. I'm taking more chances; I'm bold and proud.
Then, slowly, like the sunrise peeking over the horizon, she smiled.
She snapped the box closed.
She didn't scream. She didn't run. She didn't faint.
There might have been a little crying.
But mostly ... she danced.
We moved in bursts, with me on point and Marcus at the rear, everyone moving quietly except Sebastian, who was about as stealthy as a giraffe.
"Get quiet and low," I whispered to him.
He ducked his head, taking him to an almost invisible six-foot-two.
And then," Darren continues dizzily, "when we've come, I'll keep you open with my fingers, keep you loose, and when I'm ready, I'll take you again.
Do I frighten you?" I ask softly.
He seems to think about that. After a while, he leans back and looks skyward. "I don't know," he replies. "But I do know that I may never meet another like you again.
Now he was kissing me, not in a scary way, not with hostility, but with warm, seductive intent. In a hayloft, in the barn, in the middle of the night. This scene brought to you by the letters W, T, and F.
I seem restless,
but am deeply at ease.
Branches tremble;
the roots are still.
Webster, as if he's done it every day of his life, as if he did it just the day before, trails his fingers from the small of Sheila's back to the nape of her neck.
Sheila turns her head, "Go slowly and be careful," she says.
Slow as your own dubious grace.
Push the needle into some middle range of guarded optimism.
Courage is exhilarating.
Describe your state of mine. Insecure. Uncertain. Feverish
You love me," he said slowly, wonderingly. Then with greater certainty, "By God, you love me." His astonished laugh ended on a choked note as he snatched her hand.
"So much," she said huskily. Her fingers curled hard around his. "So very, very much.
Like the voice of a number of homosexuals, this is an insinuating blend of eagerness and caution in which even such words as "hello" and "goodbye" seem not so much uttered as divulged.
Slowly, we drew away from the kiss. His hands remained on my back and at my hip. I wasn't ready to let go of him either.
"Are we going to talk about that?" I asked.
"Do we need to?"
"Most people would."
"What would most people say?
Nay, droop not, fellows; innocence should be bold.
Calm as still water,
With an inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy.
Laying in the dark, she wondered what the day would bring. Some days were trumpet-proud. They heralded like thunder. Some were courteous, careful as a lettered card upon a silver plate.
But some days were shy. They did not name themselves. They waited for a careful girl to find them.
My eyes are trained on the trees, but my heart begins to race. "Maybe it's time you try," I say. I'm not in denial; I've always known Realm was hiding something. But now, here, I'm scared of what he has to say.
We must substitute courage for caution.