[Previously titled "Cawing of the Crow"]
To cross paths with a crow symbolized the beginning of change.
On the night that young, Roderick Lestrange was born, a murder of crows appeared outside his home. It was the beginning of the change that would...
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[Warning : Sexual Content in this chapter. Read with caution if you are uncomfortable with the material.]
It seemed whenever times were good for Roderick and Elizabeth, things tended to go wrong in a very rapid fashion. With that in mind, Roderick begged throughout the night that nothing would steal the moment from what they had come to share. From the first "I love you" confessions to the first time of truly being intimate with one another in bed, Roderick didn't want anything to ruin such a treasurable memory. Everything had started from the moment that Elizabeth had kissed him with such passion that it left him flushed until he was able to kiss her in return.
From that kiss, everything seemed to escalate in a timely fashion as his hands explored her body while her hands ran numerous times through his thick hair. Similar to what he had felt that same morning when Elizabeth had cuddled into him with her bare skin touching his, Roderick felt the feverish sensation return where his mind could only come up with one demand "more." Yet, while his intentions were clear from the beginning as he laid Elizabeth back on the bed, the question ventured to whether Elizabeth wanted "more" or was she simply content with what they were doing at the moment.
However, Elizabeth made her feelings quite clear as she had been the one to begin undressing him first as she began to unbutton his shirt with twitchy fingers. And while Roderick wanted it to happen more so than anything, he had to wonder if Elizabeth was actually ready. She had been through too much that day that he wondered if she was thinking clearly or acting with her nerves rattles and her mind out of place.
"Beth," he breathed, pulling away from a kiss that nearly left him dizzy. He grabbed both of her hands, pulling her away from the couple of buttons that remained of his shirt. Looking up, Elizabeth appeared confused, wondering if she had done something wrong as she sat back, waiting for him to tell her what she had done.
"Are you sure?" Roderick asked her, lifting one of his hands to tuck some of her hair back behind her hair. "I just want to make sure that you're...you're truly ready."
He remembered how nervous she had been the same evening of their wedding, to the point where she had been reduced to tears, confessing that she wasn't ready to engage in any form of consummation. He had gladly respected her wishes not feeling ready himself at the time, but while he was certainly ready at the moment, he had to be sure.
A smile appeared on her face as her eyes met him and for a brief second, he thought she was going to say no, thanking him for stopping it all before they did something she regretted However, that wasn't the case as she moved forward climbing into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck loosely.
"I'm sure," she answered, " I'm sure, Roderick."
Just to prove that she was telling the truth, she leaned in and began placing delicate kisses against the sides of his neck, tracing up his jawline that left Roderick unmoving for a few moments as he allowed her to do as she pleased.
