He frowns, “I can believe you should hear the other guy coming…” he says wearily.
“I mean before he breaks free. Your anger calls him, yes? Anger, fear, pain. And I am an empath. I sense these things. Can you not believe I will know, and protect myself?”
“The other guy destroyed a lot,” he says softly.
“You fear him. Your other soul.” Her voice is sympathetic. “Can you not believe I will hear him coming?”
“But, you do have reason,” He says as he reclaims her lips, kissing them softly.
“I’m listening, Bruce.”
“You should,” he whispers against her lips kissing them very lightly.
Threading her fingers into his hair, she smiles against his mouth and replies, “I’ll not fear you, nor your other soul, without a reason why.” This is a proper kiss, polite yet no longer teasing.
“That is true,” he smiles, “and I have broken many things.” he whispers.
“I don’t fear you,” she whispers back, and pulls his arm to encircle her shoulders, leaning up to brush her mouth to his.
“My lord, you are the King. It cannot be so.” Summer made herself meet his eyes. “I would entrust myself to your hands at any time. But,” she hesitated, searching his face turned down to hers, “why? You must have overheard me.” She coloured, but pressed on. “I meant to keep my feelings locked in my heart.”
He looked at her and then turned away, moving from her side.
“I do not wish you to think that I did such things because I am King or because I wished to take advantage of your thoughts and of your heart.” he said, and he sighed, “In truth… I know not how to feel about such things.”
Summer said, softly, “I could never think such. You are not such a man. Have I not said so before? I wish I could say, I will cease to love you, but I cannot. God has shaped me so, to love you, for your kindness and your wisdom.” Kneeling again, she seized his hand and kissed it. “You cannot take advantage of the willing heart. And I give you all mine.”
Polyamorous; The state of having multiple sexually or romantically committed relationships at the same time, with the consent of all partners involved.
Nowhere does this say, that choosing this lifestyle gives you the right to try and interfere with a monogamous relationship. Throwing yourself at everything with a dick does not make you polyamorous, it makes you a slut. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Making a reference to this post now.
Not only does this claim insult multiple characters I know, including my own and every single one of his partners, but it also insults people I know – it insults everyone in a polyamorous relationship.
Polyamory consists of long-term, committed relationships, be it sexual or romantic. A bunch of flings? Jumping from bed to bed? That is not what polyamory is. Trying to sleep with married, monogamous men? That, my dears, is called being a fucking homewrecker. Do not, ever, use this lifestyle as an excuse to fuck anything that moves, or to justify attempting to ruin a marriage.
You’re insulting more people than you could ever imagine. And it’s disgusting.
I’ll deal with this tomorrow, when I’ve had time to think and not just react.
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He chuckles lightly, “I don’t enjoy having people wasting trips.” he smiles.
“Wouldn’t that be my decision to make as to whether it’s wasted?” she murmured into his hand. “Come, Doctor, I won’t break.”
He puts a hand on her cheek, “Well you traveled all this way, I would feel bad.”
“Oh, goodness,” she laughs. “So gallant.” She put her hand over his, turning her face to kiss his palm.
“No, no please — don’t — Henry — ” As his name fell from her mouth Summer froze, certain that now, now his kindness would vanish like snow in summer, now she would be justly punished. Tears overflowed down her face, pulled to the surface by conflicting emotions.
Henry looked at her, worried that she no longer wanted him and he let go of her as they balanced from where they were standing, and his eyes fell to hers and he saw the tears on her face.
He should turn to leave, as he had that night, but once again his mind did not respond, and he moved and pressed his lips against hers again, pulling her closer to him.
His kiss was so familiar, Summer responded without thinking, swaying in to his body. For a long moment there was nothing but his mouth against hers and his arms holding her, and then memory stomped a hoof and she broke the kiss. “M-my lord?” It was hard to find the words, to shape them into her sudden apprehension. “My lord, were you in my rooms last night?”
Henry pulled away from her lips as she spoke and he sighed, closing his eyes he nodded in affirmation of her thoughts.
“Yes, I was upon your rooms last night.” he said, as he looked at her, seeing the memory – or perhaps she thought it a dream- in her eyes and he blinked at her, “Forgive me… I had acted too boldly.”
“My lord, you are the King. It cannot be so.” Summer made herself meet his eyes. “I would entrust myself to your hands at any time. But,” she hesitated, searching his face turned down to hers, “why? You must have overheard me.” She coloured, but pressed on. “I meant to keep my feelings locked in my heart.”