I'll die before I let you touch me. You hear me?"
"Ah, but Blue Eyes, I tough you now." He slid his hand up her ribs and gently cupped her breast. "You see? I touch you, and you do not die. There is nothing to fear."
He braced his arm against her and kept his hand firmly in place. For several seconds he held her thus. "This is what you fear? The touching?" Incredulity rang in his voice. "This is why you will not drink?"
Loretta shifted, trying to escape his hold, still clutching his wrist.
"You will answer this Comanche." He feathered his thumb across the leather, a coercive tactic she couldn't ignore, teasing her nipple into a prickly erection that made her breath catch. "You seek death to escape my hand?"
A sob caught crosswise in her throat. "Please…please, don't."
He bent his head so his lips feathered against her ear. "For this you fight the big fight? Blue Eyes…" His voice trailed off, as if he couldn't think what to say. Then he withdrew his palm from her breast and returned it to her ribs. "My touch has brought you no pain. I heap no shame upon you. I cannot see into you and understand. You will make a picture for me, no?"
A picture? The picture in Loretta's head was too horrible to draw with words. "Do you think I don't know what you monsters do to white women? I know! My mother--I--" She swallowed. "Your strong arm! Mine to lean upon until it turns against me."
His lips trailed to her temple, lingered there, his breath a warm mist in her hair. For a long while he was silent, and then he said, "My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.
"Ah, but Blue Eyes, I tough you now." He slid his hand up her ribs and gently cupped her breast. "You see? I touch you, and you do not die. There is nothing to fear."
He braced his arm against her and kept his hand firmly in place. For several seconds he held her thus. "This is what you fear? The touching?" Incredulity rang in his voice. "This is why you will not drink?"
Loretta shifted, trying to escape his hold, still clutching his wrist.
"You will answer this Comanche." He feathered his thumb across the leather, a coercive tactic she couldn't ignore, teasing her nipple into a prickly erection that made her breath catch. "You seek death to escape my hand?"
A sob caught crosswise in her throat. "Please…please, don't."
He bent his head so his lips feathered against her ear. "For this you fight the big fight? Blue Eyes…" His voice trailed off, as if he couldn't think what to say. Then he withdrew his palm from her breast and returned it to her ribs. "My touch has brought you no pain. I heap no shame upon you. I cannot see into you and understand. You will make a picture for me, no?"
A picture? The picture in Loretta's head was too horrible to draw with words. "Do you think I don't know what you monsters do to white women? I know! My mother--I--" She swallowed. "Your strong arm! Mine to lean upon until it turns against me."
His lips trailed to her temple, lingered there, his breath a warm mist in her hair. For a long while he was silent, and then he said, "My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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