Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bridget was not spoken to that way. Ever. How dare he? How dare Godric yell at her in such a manner? If her brothers were here, he would learn why she shouldn't be disrespected like that. Without them, he would still learn that she was never to be treated that way. To be yelled at like that. He had almost kissed her, not the other way round. He had started to make that move. If he did so because of something he'd seen on her face, her expression wasn't conscious. Maybe she shouldn't have been so familiar with him, but Bee wasn't the type of woman to sit and wait. The waiting was killing her. She could be patient, but when he looked at her with longing and desire. When he wrapped an arm around her and held her close--patience was a virtue she couldn't remember.
Calmly, she turned to face the man and looked at him coldly. A fire was raging in the pit of her stomach, and she could feel her blood start to boil. She kept it at bay with a force of will that would make a priest proud. She would not yell. "I am Bridget," she said tersely. "I am the daughter of Stephen and Amelia Dunstan." She took a step towards him, never breaking eye contact. She may be questioning if she knew herself, but she'd be damned if she told him so. Her face was as blank as stone, but her eyes blazed. She allowed a bit of her power to create crackling static at her fingers, but she held her body calm. "I am not the kind of woman to wait when I want something or someone. I fight for what I want, and I never feel guilty for or regret any sexual exploits committed when I'm not in a relationship." Though I feel as if I've cheated on you with Kirley, she added silently.
Bridget stopped advancing with a foot between her and Godric, and she reigned in her power. "I want you, but out of respect for you and your oath, I have tried to ignore it. Admittedly, I failed in some parts, but you know what? I. Don't. Care." She looked up at him and felt a different fire course through her veins. "I am not ashamed of how much I want you, but I have not given into the urges and instincts that demand fulfillment because I said I would wait."
She was silent as he ranted on. His words began to mix, and she had to work hard to follow what he was saying. Though his accent made understanding some of the words difficult, she got the gist of it and pouted. "Woe is Godric," she said unkindly. "Pulled into a magic village away from everyone and everything he knows and loves. Forced to confront a face he knows but doesn't know. Confused, without direction." She lost control of her temper then and closed the space between them quickly. She hooked her foot around his knee and hit the tendon that made it bend, pushing him backwards as they went down so he wouldn't land on top of her. A trick Eoin had taught her long ago. She straddled his hips, her legs wrapped around his while she pinned him to the ground with her hands on his chest. She knew she had the upper hand for a short window of time due to the fact that he out-sized her quite a bit.
"You're not the only one suffering," she said coldly, her face inches from his. "You're not the only one affected by this." Her heart was pounding, and he could probably feel it as she pressed against him. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't plan this. So stop blaming me for this shite."