His blue eyes held her lilac ones were held together strongly, as recognition as to who the other was filtered through their brains. Two faces paled in the crowded market place on the planet Nestem. Two humanoid beings froze as they stood totally engrossed in the other.
She gulped he was so much taller than the last time she had seen him. No she reminded herself his height had been the same, what had changed was that his youthful body had grown the muscles of the man he most definitely now was. His hair was short and still that pale gold shimmer that she had spent hours stroking. His facial features had filled out as well, until the overall picture of a handsome man was achieved, strong check bones, lips made for more than just talking! She shuddered.
The female turned and began walking away. He followed her as she headed towards the docking area behind the market. Towards a large grey ship that had seen better days, but then hadn't they all, in this back water of a planet. He caught up with her as she pressed her fingers to the control panel to open her ship. His hand caught her shoulder, spinning her around.
"Don't you dare walk away from me." He hissed in anger born of many years hating her.
"I.." she started to say
"You are not leaving this time."
"He's dead then." She looked at the floor, tears filling her eyes as she remembered, and then her eyes lifted to the man in front of her, her hand reaching out to touch his cheek. "You look so much like your father."
"He died holding MY hand. It should have been your hand, but it was mine." He growled, brushing her hand away from him as his other pinned her shoulder. He pushed her back into the ship behind her, closing the door on them to give them privacy. "He still hoped you would return. You broke him."
She pulled herself together, "You know nothing of it!"
"I know he cried himself to sleep for ten years after you left."
"Jamie, you know nothing." She tried again more softly, to try and get him to listen.
"Don't call me that endearment I hate it." His anger hissed through him as he pushed her back against a bulkhead, unpinning her shoulder, taking her wrists in his large hand, bringing them above her head, to pin her there at his mercy. His knee moved between her legs, pinning her petite lower body against the cold metal wall. He noted through his anger that her hair was still that long plait of gold so close in colour to his own and that in all the years she seemed not to have aged. But then, he reasoned, he hadn't aged much in his tens of years, nor would she in her hundreds of years.
She gulped, wondering how to stop this anger before he did something he would regret later. "Please, let me go, we need to talk. I didn't leave because I wanted to. Your father made me go."
"How dare you say that? He loved you. You were his life. He would never have sent you away."
The young man's anger knew no bounds, and she knew she had hurt him deeply, she felt ashamed; as she had when she had been forced to leave them all those years ago now. She tried to remove her wrist from his hand, but his strength was close to her own, she was trapped.
He was looking at her through anger filled eyes, and a heart that loved her and wanted to be with her desperately. He felt lost, and took his unease, out on her, he moved his knee up and rubbed it between her legs, the look of surprise on her face was perfect. Fear showed in her eyes, as his other hand reached down and began to und the fastenings on her trousers.
