Magic Touch Ch. 07
Keywords: Ch., Magic, Touch, 07,
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"As before this chapter will not stand alone...please read other chapters before hand... all feedback is welcome...thanks."
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Gracie sighed as in resignation when they arrived back at the palace. How had she ended back up where she had started? She had to accept the fact that she was going to end up married to Rand. But she had to decide how much to give to him. If she gave him her heart and soul, there would be nothing left for herself. Especially since she knew that Rand wouldn't be giving her the same in return.
Opening the car door, she grimaced and walked to the entrance of the palace. Her father stood on the steps waiting for her. He had a frown on his handsome face. She knew that she had embarrassed him by fleeing but if she had to do it over again, she would still do the same thing. Stopping in front of her distant father, she waited for him to speak.
"Grace O'Connor, I'm very disappointed in you." He said quietly.
"I figured as much, Dad." She said calmly, vowing not to explode in front of her father.
"Since when does an O'Connor turn tail and run?" He asked her as he took her arm and led her into the palace.
"I know, Dad, O'Connors stand and fight." She stated as he drew her into his office.
"Then, why did you?" He asked as he sat down at his desk. "Sit." He ordered.
"No, Dad. I don't think I will." Gracie stated. Rubbing the back of her neck, she faced him. And decided it was time to set a few things straight with her domineering father. Walking over to the bar, she pulled out crystal decanter and poured him a finger of scotch. And decided to help herself to one too.
"Gracie, don't you think it's early to be drinking?" Colin asked her.
"No. You want to have this out? Fine. Lets have this out, Dad." She said as she walked back to her father. Handing him his glass she walked over to the floor length windows. Staring out into the gardens, she paused to gather her thoughts.
"Well?" Colin asked as he grew impatient with the silence.
"It is this simple, Dad. I'll marry Rand. I have no choice in this. As usual when the royalty decrees something, it is as good as gospel. But it doesn't mean that I have to be happy about." She stated as turned back to her father. "You know I had never planned on marrying. I was happy just the way I was. I had my studies, a good job, and a best friend that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world."
"Gracie, surely you knew that one day the prophesy would come true?" He said as he watched his daughter pace back and forth in front of him.
"Prophesy. What a joke? Well, the joke is on me this time. In one fell swoop of the pen, Dad, you stole my life from me. You knew how I felt about the prophesy. You could have simply told Rand that I wasn't an suitable candidate to be his bride."
"I won't lie, Gracie. You were the most suitable match for him." Colin said warily, not liking where the conversation was heading.
"Well, lets hope I'm as suitable as you think. You know in this bargain Dad, that I stand to loose more than I could ever hope to gain? My studies are done, my job? I won't be working anymore. And the biggest lose will be my best friend. How the hell, Dad, did you think I could possibly convert my best friend into my husband?" She asked angrily. "Nothing will ever be the same between us."
"Grace!" Her dad protested, coming to his feet.
"Sit down, Dad." She said coldly. "I'll do my duty to the prince. I'll share his bed, and throne. But as for my heart. Well, lets just say, I intend to keep that to myself." She said as she sat the glass down on the edge of his desk. Turning she walked calmly from the room. She didn't even bother to acknowledge the stone faced man, standing by the door.
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Rand stared in disbelief as he watched her slowly climb the stairs. Entering Colin's office, he shut the door behind him.
"Prince Rand." Colin said with a quick nod of his head.
"Do you realize what you done?" He asked as he leaned on Colin's desk.
"Randall, I will speak to my daughter anyway I see fit." Colin said defensively.
"Your daughter will be my wife, Colin. I'm in love her. Next time, before you jump on her, try to put yourself in her place. Right now, she is trying to accept the fact that I won't let her go. She doesn't understand it. Then throw in the burn of the mezclar which is totally alien to her. Hell, even I have problems dealing with the burn and I have been told how it will be." Rand said softly.
"But it's still her duty." Colin said fiercely.
"And duty is not going to be able to prepare her for the reality of our bonding." Rand explained. "And your words of condemnation aren't going to help matters. Do you realize how hard I'm going to have to work now, for her to let me into her heart?" He growled. "Today, Colin, you did me no favors."
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Gracie stood silently on the balcony outside her room. She was so tempted to simply levitate over the rail and disappear again. But she knew herself, and she knew that she would not be able to resist the wild call of the mezclar. Already she was feeling the effects of being around Rand. She knew that he was in the next room. She hungered for the touch of their minds. But Rand had been surprisingly silent since they had returned from the motel. Who would have thought that she would feel so alone?
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Rand stood in the next room. He was deeply aware of her every thought and movement in the room next to him. But as on edge as he was, he knew that he couldn't be trusted. He was ready to say to hell with the formal wedding and take Gracie to the nearest minister. He knew that Jonathan was tired of playing referee between him and Gracie. And lord only knew what his father thought about the whole situation. There was a knock on his door. Turning towards it, he told the person to come in. He was not surprised to see his father stride into the room.
"Pack a bag." the king told him.
"What?" Rand asked wearily.
"You heard me. Grab enough to last you until your wedding."
"Where are we going?"
"Away from here. The only way that you will keep a level head and not attack Gracie is to put some distance between you. So write your Gracie a note and lets get out of here." The king said coaxing his son. "I'll even deliver it for you." he added on.
Sighing, Rand scribbled out a quick note for Gracie before handing it his dad.
"Give me ten minutes to clean up." He told his dad.
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Gracie was still fuming when she received a note from Rand. Dare she open it? It had Rand's familiar chicken scratch on the front. Well, how much worse could it be, she asked herself. After tearing it open, she realized exactly how much worse it could be. Damn that man, she fumed as she headed for his open door.
There was no way in hell he was gonna take off and leave her here by herself.
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Rand was in the shower, when suddenly the shower curtain was ripped back. Turning, he realized that Gracie was not happy about his note. Whatever she was about to say to him, he saw was lodged in her throat.
"What?"
"Damn you." She hissed. "Why do you get leave and I don't?"
"Because of this!" He growled before yanking her into the shower with him clothes and all. Spinning her around he pressed her up against the side of the shower and his hard body. Gracie gasped. He took advantage of it, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as he ground his hips against hers. When his head finally lifted, he stared down at her. "I'm leaving to keep this from happening."
"Oh." She whispered as her lips throbbed gently from his kiss.
"I'm gonna tell you one time, Gracie. Then I want you to get the hell out of my shower. My dad is taking me away until the wedding. To keep this from happening." He stated firmly, pulling her hand down his hard body he placed it directly on top of his distended manhood. "This is what happens every time I am near you. Hell, even if you're across the room this happens. I can't control it. One of these times, I'm gonna loose my head. So I'm leaving. Now, take that sexy ass of yours back to your room, or I swear to God, I'll take you right here and now." He growled as he stroked her hand across his hard flesh one more time. Then pushing her hand away, He stepped back from her.
"Rand?" She asked, her voice reedy with desire.
"Run." He told her as he took a step towards her.
"I don't want to." She whispered. "Let me do this."
"Gracie?" He gasped as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
"Relax, Rand. You decided you wanted me for your bride. So now you'll have to deal with me." She told him before taking the head of his erection into her moist mouth.
"NO! You can't do this." He growled, lifting her up and wrapping his arms around her tightly.
"Why not? I want to." She asked, almost on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry, Gracie. I just can't." he groaned against the top of her wet hair. "I can't break tradition."
"Damn your tradition." She hissed as she tried to jerk free of his hold.
"Now, calm down!" he told her tensely.
"Let go of me." Gracie hissed between her teeth.
"No. Not til you calm down, damn it." He growled.
"I said let me go." She repeated, squirming and trying to slip away.
"Grace, I swear to god, if you don't stop that right now, I'll do something we'll both regret." He said resisting the urge to shake her.
"Like what? You've taken my freedom, my dream of being your advisor, and your friendship away. What else can you do to me, Rand?!" She shouted at him.
"Damn you!" He growled as he shoved her away from him. "Get the hell out of here!" Stumbling she backed away from him. She had never seen him so angry before.
"Why? So you can run away? So you don't have to deal with me?" She asked hotly. "I'll tell you something, Your Highness, I think you are a coward." She finished. Spinning around on her heel, she stormed out of the shower. As she reached for the door, it slammed shut in her face. A growl came from behind her.
But she had already thrown caution into the wind and was to angry to care if Rand was angry too.
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Keywords: Ch., Magic, Touch, 07,