Blind Faith, Burning Touch

The rain hammered against the tin roof of the cabin, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of Ridge’s heart. It was a December night in 1942, and the biting Colorado air seeped through the cracks in the walls, a constant reminder of the brutal conditions he’d endured in the South Pacific. Losing his sight in the firefight had been a devastating blow, but in a strange, twisted way, it had also given him a perverse kind of peace. Removed from the horrors of war, he was now here, in this isolated cabin, married to Briar, a woman who defied all expectations.

He’d initially assumed his blindness would be a barrier to love, a scarlet letter branding him as undesirable. But Briar, with her gentle voice and understanding demeanor, had shattered that belief. She didn’t pity him; she simply accepted him, recognizing the strength and sensitivity that lay beneath the surface. Her sympathy wasn’t condescending, but genuine, allowing him to feel seen and appreciated for who he was, not what he lacked. As the weeks passed, Ridge had fallen deeply, irrevocably, for her. He’d mustered the courage to confess his feelings, knowing the risk of rejection, but Briar hadn’t hesitated.

Now, on their wedding night, the weight of their shared future pressed down on them, a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The cabin was a cozy haven, filled with the comforting aroma of pine and woodsmoke from the crackling fire. It was everything they had dreamed of, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. As they unpacked their luggage, Briar’s eyes constantly sought out Ridge’s face, tracing the outline of his features with an intensity that made him flush with heat. She loved the look of him, even with the stark, scarred patch over his right eye, a silent testament to the battles he’d fought and survived.

“It’s such a pretty place,” Briar exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine delight as she took in the surroundings. Ridge, unable to see her expression, felt her presence beside him, the warmth of her body radiating through his clothes. “Nice and warm after that bite outside,” he grinned, savoring the moment, the scent of pine needles and damp earth filling his nostrils.

Briar moved with graceful purpose, exploring every nook and cranny of the cabin. “A kitchen, breakfast nook, this lovely living area… now let’s look at our room,” she said, her voice laced with anticipation. She took his hand and gently pulled him along, leading him towards the bedroom. The door swung open, revealing a small, intimate space bathed in the soft glow of a kerosene lamp. The bed, a simple wooden frame covered in a patchwork quilt, looked inviting and comfortable.

“How does it look?” Ridge asked, his voice hesitant.

“Beautiful,” Briar murmured, her gaze sweeping over the room. “Everything we could ask for… our first night together.” She paused, her eyes locking onto his, a playful challenge in their depths. “I want to see you so bad!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement.

Ridge swallowed hard, the weight of their unspoken desires pressing down on him. He knew that tonight, the patch would come off, revealing the ravaged landscape of his eye socket. The thought both terrified and thrilled him. The intimacy they were about to share, the physical connection they craved, was a potent cocktail of vulnerability and desire.

“I know what’s more beautiful, even if I’ve never seen it,” Ridge said, smiling slightly.

“What?” Briar asked, tilting her head, her gaze unwavering.

“You.” The words felt inadequate, a pale reflection of the truth he felt.

She came closer, her hand reaching out to gently cup his face. Her fingers traced the contours of his cheekbone, her thumb caressing the scar tissue. Ridge closed his eyes, letting the sensation wash over him, the feel of her touch more vivid and intense than any visual experience he’d ever known. “So gentle and sweet and lovely,” he whispered, lost in the moment. He leaned into her touch, his body tensing with anticipation. Then, he drew her close, planting a kiss on her hair and cheeks, savoring the feel of her soft skin against his lips. “I love you, darling. I love you for saying yes to me. Me. A one-eyed lout who isn’t worthy of you.”

Briar pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening with tears. “Don’t say that ever again, Ridge Anderson,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “I fell in love with you partly because of your blindness. Call me silly, but I think you’re even more attractive with this eyepatch.” She reached out, pulling his head down so she could kiss the scarred patch over his right eye. The caress was both tender and passionate, igniting a fire within him. He felt an overwhelming surge of affection for her, a desperate need to protect her and cherish her.

As the evening wore on, they continued to explore each other, their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure and discovery. Ridge, guided by touch and scent, navigated the intimate landscape of Briar’s body, each caress sending shivers down his spine. Briar, in turn, delighted in his sensitivity, savoring the way his body responded to her touch. The cabin filled with the sounds of their sighs, moans, and whispered words, a symphony of desire and passion.

Later, as they lay intertwined in the bed, a sense of contentment settled over them. The rain continued its relentless assault on the roof, but inside the cabin, it felt like a warm, comforting embrace. Ridge, emboldened by the intoxicating atmosphere, reached out and gently removed the patch from his right eye. The world snapped into sharp focus, revealing Briar’s face in all its beauty. Her eyes, dark and expressive, held a depth of emotion that made his heart ache.

“So, now you can see me,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Ridge nodded, his gaze lingering on her features. “And I’m glad you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Briar blushed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, Ridge,” she teased, “you’re such a hopeless romantic.”

With a playful grin, she brought her hand up and took his, pulling him closer. She drew his face down to hers, their lips meeting in a slow, passionate kiss. The world outside faded away as they lost themselves in the moment, their bodies moving together in a rhythm of pure bliss. It was a perfect beginning to their life together, a testament to their love and trust.

As the night drew to a close, they found themselves exhausted but exhilarated, their bodies aching with pleasure. They lay entangled in each other’s arms, their breathing synchronized, lost in the comforting warmth of their shared intimacy.

“You know,” Ridge whispered, nuzzling into her neck, “being blind isn’t so bad after all. Not when I have you.”

Briar chuckled softly, her voice muffled against his ear. “You’re a strange one, Ridge Anderson. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And as the rain continued to fall outside, they drifted off to sleep, their hearts filled with the promise of a lifetime of love and adventure together.

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