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This One's Just For You

Pierre Thanks Annette For Saving His Life

By Angela Denise Fortner RobertsPublished 2 years ago 5 min read
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This One's Just For You
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Pierre still lay motionless on the bed when Annette returned. Finding and grabbing the sharpest knife she owned, Annette rushed to Pierre's bedside and grabbed his limp wrist. Finding what she hoped to be a suitable vein, she used the knife to open it, inserted one end of the hollow stem, and then taped the stem in place. Then, gritting her teeth, she opened a vein in her own wrist, inserted the other end of the stem, and taped it in place. Then she held her arm slightly above Pierre's, allowing gravity to slowly deliver her blood containing the toxin-fighting agent into his bloodstream.

Annette watched for about thirty minutes and saw no change at all in his condition. Beginning to feel weak and dizzy, she removed the stem from her wrist and bandaged the site, planning to try again later in case there remained no change. A few minutes later, Pierre began to move his arms and legs, and shortly afterwards, his eyes opened. They looked up at Annette in confusement, and when she looked into them, she was overjoyed to see that the crazed beast was gone, and the man she loved was back.

"Thirsty." Pierre's voice was so weak that Annette could barely hear him. When she brought a jug of water to him, he gulped frantically, emptying the jug in seconds and asking for more. He drank three big jugs of water before slowing down. He finally turned from the jug and looked questioningly at her.

"What happened?" His voice was still very weak, but he sounded much better than he had before drinking the water.

"You've been very sick, Pierre, but you're going to be all right now." She wondered how much of the episode he remembered.

Pierre looked all around him and then into her face once more. He tried to sit up, but his head immediately fell back upon the pillow.

"Rest now, Pierre. You need to get your strength back."

His eyes went from the bandage on her wrist to the one on his own. "You saved me." His voice was full of amazement and wonder.

"I had to do something. I couldn't just let you die. I love you, Pierre."

Tears flowed freely from Pierre's eyes and streamed down his face. "Mon petit amour." He could barely speak. "How much blood did you lose?"

"Hardly any at all, Pierre. I'm fine. Please don't worry about me." She would have given every drop of blood in her body to save him if that was what it had taken, and somehow she knew that he knew it.

Pierre held her bandaged wrist to his lips and tenderly kissed it. "I...I don't know how to thank you."

"By getting strong and healthy again. That's the only thanks I need." She stroked his forehead, and he closed his eyes. "Just rest now. I'm right here, and everything's going to be all right."

Monique returned to the cabin later and was surprised to find Pierre not only still alive but awake and talking. Annette didn't tell her what she had done. She knew that Monique would take it as an affront, as Monique jealously guarded the respect she was afforded as the village healer.

Pierre slept for the rest of that day, and for most of the next several days as well. Annette remained in almost constant vigil by his side, pushing him to eat and drink and sleeping very little herself.

On the fourth day, Pierre got out of bed and took a shower. When he returned, he found Annette lying in bed, fast asleep. He sat in the chair she had occupied for so long, thinking about how much he loved her and wished that he could make this shore leave last forever. Eventually he rose to eat, kissing her cheek as he stood.

Annette slept for most of that day. When she arose and took a shower, she found that Pierre had prepared a banquet for her.

"Just look at all this food!" She laughed with surprise.

Pierre grinned. "Cooking's never been my specialty, but I did the best I could."

"It's delicious," Annette told him. Relief that Pierre was back to his old self again had returned her appetite to her, and she was famished.

"Not bad, if I do say so myself," Pierre laughed.

They both ate until the food was almost gone.

"Now it's time for dessert." Pierre scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, where he quickly removed first her clothing and then his own.

She reached to stroke his manhood, but he gently moved her hand aside. "This one's just for you," he whispered. He slowly kissed all the way down her body, taking his time and paying special attention to her erect and aching nipples. As soon as his tongue touched the sensitive spot between her legs, she had the most intense orgasm she had ever had. He inserted several fingers into her and moved them quickly in and out, which nearly drove her wild. After he had done that for a while, he went to work with his tongue again, brought her over the edge once more, then finally entered her, thrusting slowly at first, then picking up speed. After awhile he stopped moving inside her and stimulated her with his fingers until she came, then began thrusting quickly. After doing that several more times, he finally came together with her, and to her it felt as if their two souls had become one, and there was no longer a clear distinction between the two individuals, that their innermost beings had blended into one another.

Afterwards they lay in bed holding one another tightly, both too overcome to speak for a few minutes.

"How many times did you just come?" he finally asked her with a smile.

"I lost count." She laughed.

"You're a part of me now, Annette," he said, suddenly sounding very serious. "Your blood flows through my veins, and no matter how far apart we are, a part of you will always be right here inside me."

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Angela Denise Fortner Roberts

I have been writing since I was nine years old. My favorite subjects include historical romance, contemporary romance, and horror.

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