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Loyalty by Sandra

Word Count 625

This started out as a POV challenge.  It didn’t quite fit the criteria since obviously I can’t read and follow directions at the same time! By the time I’d discovered that, it was too late.  The story had already been written and well, I liked it as it was.  Hope you do too!  And as always, thanks to my beta, Maddie.  

I lay beside him listening to his light breathing.  Dawn is breaking and soon he will get up.  He’s never been one to welcome the early morning, but I know that today will be even harder for him to get up.  It was so late when we got into bed last night and shall I say that he was rather…now what is the English word?   Active.

Yes, he was rather active last night.  I notice that the pants he had hurriedly taken off and thrown across the bed are now on the floor by my side of the bed.  His boots are scattered in two different places.  Yes, he was in a hurry to get into bed last night.

Oh, I know that I’m not always his first choice.  There are times he has to choose another due to my being occupied somewhere else.  But I know that he will always come back to me.  We have quite a history together, he and I.  I’ve seen him happy, sad, angry, and have been there when he has been terribly hurt, both mentally and physically.   I’ve tried to give him comfort by enfolding him into my arms and being something that is old and familiar to him.

I’m no longer in the first newness of life.  I’m rather like a faded flower but he doesn’t seem to mind.  His family does though.  They are rather rude about their opinion of me.  His brother teases him about me.  His father has made several snide remarks about my suitability.  Now that he is called LANCER, they think that I am beneath him.  They have let him know that he shouldn’t be seen with me anymore, they feel that he can do better.

But my Johnny sticks up for me and always stands up for his right to choose.  I don’t think I have anything to worry about.

I know that whether he calls himself Madrid or Lancer, he is loyal.

I do worry about that girl though.  Teresa is her name.  I get the feeling that she downright hates me.  I think she is just jealous.

I know how his strong shoulders feel and his taut stomach muscles. For all of his strength, I’ve only felt the gentleness of his hands as he rubs his arms up and down mine and plays with my neck.  I’ve heard things when she thought no one was listening and I know that she wishes she could feel these things, too.

I feel him stirring.  It won’t be long now.  I continue to lay here as he slowly sits up by the side of the bed, his back to me, pulling at the blanket to cover his middle.  I see him stretch and yawn, the muscles in his back rippling.  I know that soon I’ll be draped across those firm shoulders and I can’t wait!

He starts to reach back to me when suddenly, the door slams open!  That girl waltzes into the room. Startled, he grabs me and holds me close for cover.

“Teresa,” he shouts.  “Will you get out of my room?  I’m not even dressed yet!”

“Johnny Lancer! You’ve overslept and I have laundry to do.  Don’t tell me that you’re going to wear that pink shirt again.  It’s good for nothing except for the rag bag.”

“Teresa, I’m not gonna to say it again.  This shirt is just fine.  It’s comfortable and I like it.  And it ain’t pink!  It’s a faded red.  And let me tell you something else.  I better not find out that something has happened to this shirt.  It better not disappear!”

And he pulls me over his head and smoothes me down across his chest.  See, I told you he was loyal!

~ end ~


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