In His Hands

A Fan Fiction

By

Tara  Devaney-Thompson.

© 2021 by Tara Devaney-Thompson. All Rights Reserved.

"This is Fan Fiction. All characters and events are fictitious, and any similarity to real people or events is coincidental."

This story was inspired by Ioan Gruffudd and is dedicated to all his loyal fans.

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Watching him from across the room Isabella wondered how any man could be so beautiful and still be human. Surely heaven must be missing one of their angels. She had read that somewhere and thought that, at this moment, it was a perfect description of this vision of a man. She could not take her eyes off him. The way he looked, and moved, and even his radiant smile, seemed too perfect, almost. No living breathing man had a right to be so very beautiful.

He must have sensed her watching him because he turned, slowly, to look in her direction. At any other time, she would have turned away to hide her embarrassment but, not this time. She returned his stare unabashedly. His eyes held hers and with those eyes he said so much. Her heart began to race. Her hands shook. Soon her body began to rise as though drawn upwards by invisible strings. She felt as though she had lost all control. Without a coherent thought she walked slowly towards him.

He held out his hand to her and she went to him. Never before had she ever felt this pull towards a complete stranger. She gave no thought to the dangers it may pose, in fact; she had lost all power to think. She simply knew that she had to follow him wherever he led her.

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He could feel eyes upon him. Not the kind that you felt as a matter of course when you are a well-known actor but ones that made his spine tingle. Slowly he turned to find the source of this feeling. He spotted her almost instantly. She stood out in a room of beautiful women. She shone like a solitary candle in the darkest night. Her gaze held his as she kept her eyes on his without flinching.

He was used to women staring at him but usually they looked away when he caught them. This woman did not. She returned his gaze steadily and with no embarrassment at being caught. He watched her rise from her table and walk towards him. He was mesmerized by her. As she neared him all sound from the room disappeared and the lights seemed to dim. All he could see was her. His arm rose of its own volition, and he held out his hand to her. She took it and he felt the warmth of her.

His heart skipped a beat as she leaned in towards him and he could smell her perfume. No expensive aroma but one of strawberry cheesecake. He fell in love with her at that moment.

The woman took in all of him as she stood there so close, she could feel his heartbeat. Tall with shoulders built to lean on. His hair was black as night contrasting with the blue of his beautiful long-lashed eyes. She could feel his strength as he held her hand and yet she also felt great tenderness and gentleness about him. She knew in her bones that this moment was going to change her life forever. She could have turned and run away from him and all that he would bring to her, but she stayed. She was simply unable to let go of his hand and save herself from all that was to come.

She knew in her heart that this was going to be a forever love of the timeless and ageless kind. She was not a silly young thing with stars in her eyes. No, she had been around the block and knew what this would do to her, but she simply did not care. Here, in this moment, he could do whatever he would with her, and she would simply love him.