#anya1

[beautyinthebluedress]

Belle was glad that she and Adam were visiting Paris. It's been a romantic trip. She hadn’t been there since she was a child. It was much bigger and more crowded than her little town. She remembered that there was a bookshop in the city, and wanted to revisit it. She was so excited to get there, that she accidentally bumped into someone. “Oh, excuse me.”

[gawainsworld]

Surrender / Anya & Gawain

Gawain Robards was an influential man, having made a name for himself in the world he resided, a reputation to match his disposition. He was proud of it, unwilling to change it though if he really thought about it, his actions would have been seen as nothing less than cliche according to that disposition. Nevertheless, he'd thrown the galleons for a half eaten dinner for two on top of the pristine tablecloth, eyes burning fire, half of the reason being anger and half being an anticipation that he had controlled easily for a very long time. For the most part, the bickering, the desire to the tension between himself and the woman in front of him was harmless. He had never acted on impulse, kept his thoughts to himself, though he knew better than to think she was blind, unaware of his craving. Her timing had been perfect. The weight of a marriage looming just out of reach, he had taken Doug and Cillian's teasing just a little too seriously and in two months, Annaliese Fawley would be the only woman he would have for the rest of his life. "Look at her," he'd countered, "who wouldn't want to spend the rest of their life with that?" And though he believed his words true, he also had six years of a tension that he realized now, wasn't going away until he did something about it. And if it wasn't going away until he did something about it, he was running out of time. 

It angered him that Anya was one, right, and two, unrelenting. The longer she went on, the more the pressure built in the pit of his stomach, and the more he needed to have her, to know just what it was that had been building long enough for him to finally want to give in. He hated giving in. The turning point was when Gawain decided he wasn't giving in for Anya, but for himself. If Donovan was out of the picture, the level of guilt he might have felt dropped low enough to allow an acute thrill to take its place. One he lived for. So as one hand locked around the door handle to bow Anya Zolnerowich from a restaurant where he would not be seen doing what he knew he was doing, his hand brushed the small of her back, and his eyes lingered over her silhouette, and Donovan Bailey as well as his ring, the one that rest on the finger of his fiancee, was pushed completely from his mind. Gawain felt nothing but power, nothing but the finality, the relief of the end of a long time coming. The door closed behind him and he was close enough to feel the heat of her body radiating through a cold, late January night, and his expression was one he knew she would already understand. He wasn't going home now. So step up and give me what I want.