Blood Moon, Silent Plea

Outside, a thunderstorm battered the night with rain and flashes of electricity followed by booms. Here in the mission, ceiling fans kept the air moving and lamps lit the sparsely-furnished rooms. Dr. Lynn Ellison hurried back into the sitting room, bandages and antiseptic in her hands. A man was lying on the rattan sofa. In spite of the dim light, Lynn could see the bloody marks on his face and neck. His shirt was spattered with red drips too. He was bruised and his lip was swelling. This was Nicaragua in the late 1950s, a scene of unrest and poverty. Dr. Ellison had worked in this clinic about eight years, consistently and sometimes wearily helping the native people in an attempt to bring some relief to their suffering villages. The monotony had begun to wear on her. The other doctors were two men in their sixties. They were training some of the natives as nurses and assistants. About a month ago, Jerry Blaine showed up with a bullet in his leg. Dr. Ellison and her colleagues gave him medical aid and he’d helped out around the place while he recuperated. Lynn had tried not to let herself think about how much his coming had set her life in upheaval. She had long hoped for some change, some kind of meeting, perhaps a romantic one. It was wonderful to have another American around. She’d missed just talking with someone who came from a similar background. From the first moment she met his sober, almost sad gaze, Lynn knew this was no ordinary man. There were radicals in the area who were opposed to the Americans’ presence and discouraged people going to the clinic. Today they had tried to keep some seriously ill villagers from getting medical help, starting a small riot. That was where Jerry received these marks. Lynn hastily set to work, opening his shirt to reveal a brown, hairy chest also bruised. She dabbed the wounds with antiseptic. All the while, he watched her. “Why did you help us, Jerry?” she asked in her low, even voice. He winced slightly as she placed a damp cloth on his bleeding cheek. “Those people needed help,” was his brief reply. “Most choose not to get involved.” She glanced at his face. There was something in the deep focus of his dark eyes that caught her. “You said you’d be leaving once your leg had healed. You were good as new two weeks ago. What’s keeping you?” “Doctor, it’s safer for you if you don’t know anything about me,” he said quietly. The tone made her look at him again. She realized she leaned close to examine the cuts on his forehead and cheeks. Her lips were very near his. He noticed it too, as evidenced by the dart of his eyes to her mouth. “This is a clinic, Jerry, not a police station. You don’t have to be afraid of us,” she whispered. For a moment he said nothing, but his fingers crept up and gently enclosed around her upper arm. “I’m not afraid of you,” he finally stated. “That’s the last feeling I have when I’m close to you.” Suddenly Lynn couldn’t hold back any longer. She met his lips in a warm, deep kiss. He returned it. Everything else vanished except the longing that was beginning to simmer in both of them. He vaguely sensed her luscious breasts crushed against his bare chest. Then she broke the kiss softly. “I’m sorry.” A troubled look furrowed Jerry’s brows. “So am I. Lynn…more than anything in this world I…I want to let myself fall in love…with you. It’s been a long time since I felt anything for anyone. But I can’t. It would hurt you.” “Why?” she pleaded. “Can’t you trust me enough to tell me why?” He studied her, his eyes so flooded with desire that she could easily read it. “Jerry, I’m in love with you,” she added, so softly he almost couldn’t hear it. “No, Lynn. I can’t let you.” His tone startled her. It was almost harsh. “Listen…I’ve been convicted of murder. They were going to execute me, but I escaped. Now I’m on the run. Do you see why I can’t involve you?” His voice cracked, revealing his inner agony. Lynn was shocked and kept silent for a few seconds. She swallowed. “Are you guilty?” He looked her in the eye. “No. And I can prove it, if I can find my witness. He saw the real killer. Even the police know that I’m hunting this man. But they don’t believe he exists.” “I do,” Lynn cut in. “I believe you.” A strange look, one of emotion, smoothed the tense creases from his face. Slowly he lifted his head and caught her lips. She gripped the back of his head and kissed him passionately. He pulled her closer, her body against his, their warmth joining. He pressed his chest against hers, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his fingertips. She leaned into his embrace, letting out a shaky sigh. The scent of rain and antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the musk of his skin. He tasted her lips, savoring the salty sweetness of her breath. As he worked his way down her neck, she arched her back, responding to his touch with a soft moan. The storm raged outside, mirroring the tempest of desire building within them. He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheekbone. Her skin was warm and yielding beneath his touch, and she welcomed his exploration with every breath she took. It was an intoxicating sensation, a forbidden pleasure that left her breathless and wanting more. They held each other tightly, lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around them. She felt a strange sense of calm wash over her, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in years. It was as if their touch had stripped away all her inhibitions, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. She nodded, unable to speak. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers, a silent promise of what was to come. As they continued to kiss, she felt her body tingle with anticipation, her senses heightened and focused on the pleasure he was about to deliver. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting him take control. He began to explore her body with slow, deliberate movements, teasing her with his touch before unleashing his full passion. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he moved down her chest, his hands caressing her curves with increasing intensity. She felt a sharp pain as he penetrated her, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of pleasure that washed over her entire being. She writhed in his arms, clinging to him tightly, unable to let go. The storm continued to rage outside, but inside the room, they had created their own sanctuary, a haven of lust and desire. He moved his weight, pulling her closer, deepening the pleasure. Her hips arched, her legs wrapped around his waist, and she moaned with each thrust. It was a wild, untamed encounter, fueled by their mutual longing and desperation. They continued to make love until they were both breathless and exhausted, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. When they finally separated, they lay there panting, their hearts pounding in unison. The rain outside had subsided, and a sliver of moonlight peeked through the clouds, illuminating their intertwined bodies. A sense of profound satisfaction filled the room, as if they had finally found what they had been searching for all along. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and desire. “You’re amazing,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. He smiled, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. “And you, my dear, are even more beautiful.” They held each other close, lost in the warmth of their shared passion, knowing that their love would endure, even in the face of danger. As the first rays of dawn broke through the horizon, they knew that their adventure was just beginning. They would continue to run, always on the lookout for the man who betrayed them, but they would never forget the moments of bliss they had shared together. Their love was a beacon of hope in a dark and uncertain world, a testament to the power of human connection. And as they held each other close, they knew that they would face whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as they had each other. The memory of their stolen moments, filled with passion and pleasure, would forever remain etched in their hearts. Their love story, born amidst chaos and uncertainty, was a testament to the enduring spirit of humanity. And as they finally fell asleep, their bodies intertwined, they dreamed of a future where they could finally find peace and happiness, together.

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