Brigit's Flame, August, week #3
Title: Coming Clean
Author: keppiehed
Warnings: adultery
Rating: PG
Word Count: 466
Prompt: “Fusion”
A/N: Written for week #3 at brigits_flame. Continuing my side challenge of writing about biblical stories for the month. I hope this one isn't too oblique.
A wife should not have secrets from her husband.
That is why I am telling the wind, that it might blow these words to you now. I will face the north and speak the truth, and the whisper of my deeds will reach you and I will be absolved. That is what I tell myself. It will have to be enough.
I imagine what I would say if you were here before me, but the words stopper in my throat. I can see only your face, frozen in a rictus of betrayal. You wouldn't ask why, but the question would hang before us like a sheet drying in the relentless noonday sun: impenetrable and divisive.
There isn't an answer, not one I have been able to fathom yet. I could say that it is because you are often absent, that I am lonely, that you are inattentive. I could tell you things that sound enough like truth to be believed, but the reality is that I do love you. Was I merely ensnared by charisma? I am shamed to admit to his allure. There is more, though. Something in his touch, in his gaze … it caught me and held me firm in a way your hands have never managed.
A woman is so many things in her life: she is wife and mother and daughter. She is at the service of those around her. I have found that place, to my immense satisfaction. I have loved and been loved.
Yet in him I found something that had before eluded me, something I had never known existed. His eyes lit up when he first beheld me, and I was powerless to deny him. I might be weak for such a transgression, but how could I abjure such need? He cherished me as no one has. As you, dear husband, have not. David was so impatient to have me that he pulled me, dripping, from my bath. Have you ever wanted me with such eagerness that you could not speak? In those moments we achieved a passion I have never felt with you. How can I regret knowing that? How can I regret perfect fusion?
I do not seek your forgiveness, Uriah. How could I ask for that, knowing as I do the wounds I have opened with my disloyalty? You still have my heart, if that means anything to you, for you have been a kind and loving husband to me. I pray for your safe return from battle. I tell you this now because I am changed, but the punishment is mine to bear-that I have known such fulfillment only to never revisit it. I am yours now, and I await you in clean conscience with this penance. Godspeed; come home safely to my arms.
Author: keppiehed
Warnings: adultery
Rating: PG
Word Count: 466
Prompt: “Fusion”
A/N: Written for week #3 at brigits_flame. Continuing my side challenge of writing about biblical stories for the month. I hope this one isn't too oblique.
A wife should not have secrets from her husband.
That is why I am telling the wind, that it might blow these words to you now. I will face the north and speak the truth, and the whisper of my deeds will reach you and I will be absolved. That is what I tell myself. It will have to be enough.
I imagine what I would say if you were here before me, but the words stopper in my throat. I can see only your face, frozen in a rictus of betrayal. You wouldn't ask why, but the question would hang before us like a sheet drying in the relentless noonday sun: impenetrable and divisive.
There isn't an answer, not one I have been able to fathom yet. I could say that it is because you are often absent, that I am lonely, that you are inattentive. I could tell you things that sound enough like truth to be believed, but the reality is that I do love you. Was I merely ensnared by charisma? I am shamed to admit to his allure. There is more, though. Something in his touch, in his gaze … it caught me and held me firm in a way your hands have never managed.
A woman is so many things in her life: she is wife and mother and daughter. She is at the service of those around her. I have found that place, to my immense satisfaction. I have loved and been loved.
Yet in him I found something that had before eluded me, something I had never known existed. His eyes lit up when he first beheld me, and I was powerless to deny him. I might be weak for such a transgression, but how could I abjure such need? He cherished me as no one has. As you, dear husband, have not. David was so impatient to have me that he pulled me, dripping, from my bath. Have you ever wanted me with such eagerness that you could not speak? In those moments we achieved a passion I have never felt with you. How can I regret knowing that? How can I regret perfect fusion?
I do not seek your forgiveness, Uriah. How could I ask for that, knowing as I do the wounds I have opened with my disloyalty? You still have my heart, if that means anything to you, for you have been a kind and loving husband to me. I pray for your safe return from battle. I tell you this now because I am changed, but the punishment is mine to bear-that I have known such fulfillment only to never revisit it. I am yours now, and I await you in clean conscience with this penance. Godspeed; come home safely to my arms.