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SO THAT'S WHAT'S SO INTERESTING ABOUT FIELDS! Author: Becca Disclaimer: I do not own Roux or anything else to do with the movie Chocolat, other than the DVD. Also the locations portrayed in this I am unsure about. I know that Marseille exists but I have no idea where it actually is in France, I scraped a C at GCSE geography ok! As for Lafaye, well as far as I know I made it up, but if it is a real place in France then I do not own it, and my representation of it is only based upon my imagination. Summary: You're desperate to get to Marseille to attend to your cousin's wedding. Roux offers you a lift. However, one thing leads to another... Author's Note: Oks, well this fic is firmly rated R for sexual content, so if you don't enjoy fics like that, then I reluctantly advise you not to read any further. I only say reluctantly though because I would like as many people as possible to read it. The fic is pre-Chocolat coz I didn't want to have to go into detail about Roux's interactions with Vianne and everyone being as this is just a one shot fic, basically just a bit of smuttiness between you and Roux. * * * * * You and Roux had been travelling now for well over an hour and the journey was, needless to say, tedious. You had met up with him earlier that day, desperate to get to Marseille to get to your cousins house before the wedding which was to be the next day. Everything had been going according to plan, a lift had been organised with one of your neighbours, but then this morning his wife had come to you saying that there was no possibility that he could take you, being that he was bed ridden with some kind of fever and a stomach bug. Monsieur Herbert was a good man and had helped you out on many occasions before seeing as you had no relatives nearby to rely upon, and being the fifties and you somewhat a traditional woman, you hadn't learnt to drive. Traditional in a not very strict sense of the word being as all the morals about chastity and such didn't hold too strongly in your mind. This was the exact reason why your journey had been tedious. Roux had come along as your knight in shining armour, or on this warm, sunny, spring day; a pair of jeans, a loose fitting red shirt and a pin-striped jacket. The gypsies had been visiting your small village of Lafaye for the past couple of days, and although quite a few people turned their noses up at them, Lafaye was quite an open village, accepting to all newcomers, whether they be businessmen, members of the clergy, saints, sinners and indeed gypsies. Roux being the gentleman that he was had offered you a lift, borrowing Monsieur Herbert's car for said journey. You knew you weren't going to be getting any other offers like this, and Roux asked for nothing but a cup of your infamous Irish coffee in return. After downing the drink quickly with a smack of his lips as the whiskey and creamy coffee had slipped down his throat - a motion you had been completely captivated by - you had set out on your journey, following the small winding roads out of Lafaye onto the main road heading towards Marseille. Now sitting in the car on this tedious journey you had found yourself silent, unable to speak to the man sitting but inches away. He took your breath away, and indeed your capabilities of speaking. His sunkissed brown hair was tyed back away from his face in a french plait at the back, accentuating two of his most striking features; his eyes. His eyes were a deep brown, pools of the farthest depth behind which flashed rolling clouds of thunderous emotion, eyes which captivated you in a deep, penetrative gaze whenever you looked at him. His cheekbones and jaw finely chiselled and sculpted to the perfection of an Adonis, he was the epitomy of unadulterated male beauty. It was this beauty that was making you incredibly uncomfortable, knowing exactly what thoughts were going through your mind, thoughts that would make even the dirtiest whore blush. You weren't the only one captivated by the others looks as Roux glanced at you sitting next to him in the car, a welcome distraction from his gaze at the dirt track that had been stretching before you for the past hour. He didn't drive very often, it was not necessary when the river was your road, but he didnt dislike the experience. Driving brought the same feeling of freedom that the river did, maybe even more so. When one could drive you were free to go anywhere and everywhere you pleased, there were so many routes to be taken. You could travel to so many places, many more than the river could ever take you for rivers only passed through certain towns and villages, roads were everywhere. He had learnt to drive whilst a teenager, before he even joined the gypsies on the river. His parents in his small village in Ireland had hoped he would travel to the big city of Dublin and make a respectable gentleman of himself, but instead the freedom of the river gypsies had called to him, and one day he had left it all behind to join it, never looking back. Roux watched you as you gazed out the window at the passing fields. You seemed to be quite intent on viewing them which confused Roux incredibly, after all, how different can one field look compared to the last hundred you had passed? Truth be told though, you weren't interested in the fields at all, what you were really interested in was Roux. You knew that if you looked at him though he might look back at you and then you wouldn't be able to hide the crimson flush of your cheeks. Being in this close proximity to this man that made you feel weak at the knees was very uncomfortable. You wanted to look at him, talk to him, gods forbid even touch him, but this started very bad thoughts in your mind, very bad, impure thoughts. Every time you felt yourself going to steal a glimpse you would pinch the back of your hand, a hand that was now feeling quite sore and tender. All of a sudden an exciting jazz piece came on the radio that had previously been turned down low, just in case conversation did arise. The piece was one you had loved from the moment you had heard it, it was exciting and fun, something you could really dance to. You reached out to turn the volume up and as you did so Roux saw the marks on the back of your hand. At first he didn't really see them, but as he glanced again he saw the once soft and pale skin looked red and dented. Catching you completely off guard he swerved to the side of the road, braking quickly and grabbing your hand in his, bringing it to his face for closer inspection. You jumped startled at the sudden jolt of the car, and then again as Roux had grabbed your hand. "What in Gods name...?" Roux muttered, turning your hand at different angles to get various views of the damage. You glance at your own hand and only now did you see the damage you had done to yourself. You had felt the pain before but had ignored it, pinching harder every time as it had started to go numb. "Who did this?" Roux demanded as you wrenched your hand out of his grasp. "Oh... uh... no one." you mumbled feebly without looking at him, now feeling incredibly embarassed. What were you supposed to tell him? Not the truth that was for sure. Roux watched as you stumbled over your words, fearing the worst, whatever that was. There was an awful mark on your hand and he couldn't see any possible explanation for it, or by what means it had been done. "Who did it?" he repeated slowly, not content with the answer, knowing that you were hiding something from him. "No one." you repeated completely at a loss. "Come on now, that hasn't been caused by nothin', now you either tell me or... or... or you can make your own way to Marseille." Roux knew his threat was empty, but he wanted to know what had happened and at the moment this seemed the only way of getting the information out of you. "Fine." you said huffily. You reached for the door handle, opened the door and got out. What are you doing?! a little voice in your head asked. You knew that you were still a long way away from Marseille but embarrassment and stubbornness got the better of you. Roux looked at you in amazement, shocked that you were actually going to do this. He rolled his eyes and called out for you to come back but the hot flush was too much to bare and you could not let him see you all embarrassed like a young girl with a crush, even if that was what it was... "Wait!" he called again but got no other response than you slamming the door. Sighing he quickly got out of the car and made his way to the side of the road where you were currently walking in the direction of Marseille. "WAIT!" he shouted again, reaching you and grabbing your wrist in an attempt to stop you. "Goddamnit." you muttered under your breath before you turned to face him, hoping that he would take your red cheeks as the consequences of your frustration and not embarrassment. "I only asked who did it." Roux stated calmly and softly, looking imploringly into your eyes. "I said no one." you answered though your voice was barely a whisper as he looked so intensely at you. "Now come on, marks like that don’t just suddenly appear." Roux said sighing, not comprehending what you could be hiding from him, and why. "I... I... " you began, knowing you really had no choice but to answer, and as no decent lies were coming to mind, it would have to be the truth. "I did it." you whispered, causing Roux's brow to furrow in confusion. "You? Why?" he asked, somewhat bewildered. "I... I did it so I wouldn't..." you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart as he still had not let go of your wrist. "So I wouldn't look at you." you confessed. Roux's eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped just slightly. You forced yourself to look at him, and wished that you hadn't as you see his confused expression. You quickly drop your gaze to your shoe but look up to Roux's face again as he chuckles. Realisation had hit as he had looked at you standing before him, a slight redness creeping up your throat and across your cheeks. He was flattered, that was for sure, but even more so, a lustrous desire was starting to creep over him. Most women looked at him in disgust, he was after all a river rat, a gypsy, a rogue, but this woman before him, this beautiful woman... well she actually liked him! This was a new concept to Roux, he had bedded women in the past, but none of them had been like you. He knew that you had no relatives nearby so therefore you were probably held in a lower stead than others, but he also knew that you were still thought of as a respectable girl in your village and he was unsure whether or not you would be very accepting if he tried anything with you, however much he wanted to. He forced his face to become serious as you looked at him, and even attempted a slight scowl. "Am I really that ugly?" he asked, his tone flat so that you could not detect the mirth brimming inside him. "God no!" you exclaimed before realising. Roux's eyes widened at your heartfelt confession and you clap your free hand to your mouth, staring at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to laugh or run away. Roux did neither. His lips formed a slight smile as he whispered, "I'm glad." and then drew your damaged hand to his lips. You gasp slightly as his lips graze the tender skin, thoroughly enjoying the sensation although feeling slightly uneasy because of it. All the wanton thoughts that you had banished from your mind were returning, dirtier than ever before. You could feel your want for him growing inside as he drew away, the absence of the contact making your heart flutter. Roux could hear the call of his own urges, and this temptation to give in was incredibly strong after being on the boat for many months. He had not been alone and he had not been without the company of women, but women he considered as family and friends, not lovers. His gaze had never left your face, even as he had kissed your hand, but now he found it wandering over your body. You watched as his gaze lowered from your eyes, running down your body. Down your throat he followed the lines of your collarbone along your shoulders, then across your breasts where his gaze seemed to stay a little longer. Downwards still from your breasts he continued looking, down to your toes before one final glance at your bosom at which point he gulped and averted his attention to your face, a look of complete appreciation for the view before him, mixed with burning lust. "I... uh... err..." you muttered feebly, not knowing what to say to him now when he had quite obviously just checked you out. You found your own gaze sliding down his body, not wanting to look directly into his eyes, but now you found that the view of his chest though shrouded by the shirt was incredibly inviting, and as you let your gaze skip quickly to his crotch you could feel your mouth going dry. Quickly ripping your attention away from his crotch you forced yourself to look back at his face, and you could see that he had definitely noticed what you had been looking at, and was now smiling because of it, those tempestuous clouds in his eyes rolling fiercely with unsated passion. The next thing you knew he was leaning his face down to you, his eyes locked with yours in a mesmerizing gaze. You lick your lips instinctively and you see his attention is quickly drawn to that movement. His face is barely a centimetre from yours and you can feel his breath tickling against your skin sending shivers down your spine. He brushes his lips gently against yours as though testing your reaction, and as you stand there mesmerized by him you find it hard to react at all. Roux doesn't know what to take your silence to be, whether it is you forbidding him to go further, or whether you are indeed just at a loss for what to do. The latter was definitely true. It wasn't that you had never kissed a man before, but this man? This man was like a god before you and your heart was racing so fast that your mind and vision were becoming hazy. Roux did not draw away, hoping for the latter argument to be true, and also knowing that if it was not then he would probably be receiving a hearty slap across the face any time soon. Yet again he brushes his lips against yours, though this time sucking ever so slightly on your lower lip, a motion that elicits the slightest, almost inaudible whimper to escape when he ceases the action. Almost was the operative word however, and Roux sensed it none the less. Taking the noise to be one of acceptance he kisses you closing his eyes, his lips caressing yours causing you instantly to do the same. His kisses were heated and as his tongue flicked at your lips, hoping for entry, you abandoned your earlier worries and accepted. His tongue entered your mouth and found your own, dueling against one another. You tilt your head allowing the kiss to reach further depths as his tongue searches out every crevice of your mouth and you hungrily respond with your body, bringing your arms around his neck and pressing into him. After a few moments of the most passionate kiss you had ever felt in your life you draw apart, your breathing irratic and heavy. You look into Roux's eyes and you can see exactly what is going through his mind, for it is exactly what is going through yours. You look around you briefly, knowing that you are in plain sight of anyone passing, and step backwards towards the shelter of the car. Bushes align the sides of the road and only a small gate gives access to the field that they border. Roux sees where your attention is headed and nods, also abandoning any of his own conceptions against what you were about to do. He follows you as you climb over the small metal gate and once over the other side takes you into his arms, bringing you close to his body as he kisses you again. his hands hold your sides firmly, pulling you into him so that you can feel every part of his torso against yours, a motion which also elicits hot friction between you. You can feel his arousal pressing uncomfortably between you and you know that it matches your own though. You continue kissing one another as you cling to him, your arms wrapped around his neck once more but as passion seeps through you, you let your hands wander over his body. You bring your hands down from his shoulders across his chest and over the thin material of his shirt. As your hands go downwards you can feel his taut abdominal muscles and you pull at his shirt, trying to untuck it from his trousers so that your hands may wander his bare skin. You eagerly pull out the shirt and in doing so rip a couple of the buttons off although some seem to come undone of their own accord, letting the material flap out, exposing his bare skin to your onslaught. You run your hands over his sculpted abs, your fingers spread out so that you may reach every inch of him. Your hands drift upwards over his flat nipples, and then to his shoulders where you proceed to push down the shirt, trying to get it off of him. Knowing exactly what you are trying to do Roux lets go of your waist and shrugs the shirt off of him, but does not return his hands to their original place on your sides. Instead he starts tugging at your own top which comes loose from being held by the waist of your skirt. He lets his hands wander your body underneath your top in the same way that you did to his, his hands softly caressing the skin of your sides and stomach until he brings his hands round to the small of your back and upwards. The heated sensation of his hands over your body is like fire burning across you and as his fingers grapple with the clasp of your bra you end up undoing it for him, not wanting to delay his touch. His hands drift over your back and then under your arms across your chest. He caresses your breasts, rolling his thumbs over your stiffened nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth. Removing his hands momentarily you let out a whimper of annoyance as the extremely pleasurable sensation ceases, but find that it has only been done so that he may pull your top up. You stop kissing so that he may lift your top over your head and remove your hands from their explorations of his body as he flings your top to the ground and the straps of your bra fall down off of your shoulders where he proceeds to remove them from your arms completely, letting the bra fall to the floor and then bringing you towards him so that your bare breasts are pressed firmly against his own chest. You bring your arms around his neck once more and run your hands along the nape of his neck, up into his hair where you pull out the band that had been keeping the french plait in place. Running your hands through his hair eagerly he starts to trace a line of soft hungry kisses from your lips down your jawline and along your throat. You tilt your head to the side allowing him further access to the sensitive skin, utterly enthralled by the sensations caused by the feeling of his tongue on your throat as he nibbles and sucks at it gently. You release his hair from your grip and run your hands down his back and shoulders, fascinated by the feeling of his muscles ripple with every move he makes. Abandoning your exploration of his back and chest you know that you are begging for more than what is currently being given so you tug at the belt of his jeans. Unbuckling it with difficulty you manage an attempt at unbuttoning the jeans before losing balance and falling backwards onto the soft grass, your kissing and explorations momentarily ceased, Roux falling with and on top of you with a grunt. The fall only gives you the time to catch your breath slightly before his lips are on yours again, his tongue questing entry into your mouth as he runs his hands along your sides. He swallows your slight moan as he trails his hands downwards, along the outsides of your thighs over your skirt and then as he grabs the hem and pushes it up around your hips, his hands sliding over the newly revealed skin. As one hand tenderly caress the soft sensitive skin of your left inner thigh the other goes back to fondling your right breast, rolling his thumb once again over your nipple creating a shiver of pleasure to shoot through you. He ceases his ministrations of caressing your breast so that he can lean on his forearm as you bring your knees up so that they press into him, forcing his manhood to press against you. The sensation of it although through the fabric of his trousers and both of your underwear causes you both to gasp before kissing again even more fervently. You reach to the buttons of his jeans once more, reawakening your efforts to release him from the restraints of his pants. Fumbling though in your heady delirium you whimper his name and he removes his hand from where it had been caressing your thigh and manages to quickly undo the zip and button himself. You arch your back and attempt to push his jeans down with your feet, the action making his arousal press against your own in an incredibly pleasurable way, making you moan in delight but also in frustration as your want for him goes further. You manage to pull his trousers and pants down with your feet so they hang around his ankles, now completely out of the way and giving him the much needed freedom. The only obstacle left now being your own underwear Roux makes quick work of it, pulling them down as you lift your legs slightly so that they come off completely. With one quick motion he thrusts into you, the instantaneous shiver of pleasure as your bodies meet coursing across you. The only permission needed was for him to know that you were arching your back into him to give him greater access, your heels digging into the sides of his legs, pushing him further. Your lips leave one anothers, your kissing ceased for the moment as he withdraws before thrusting again, this time harder and deeper, slight moans of pleasure escaping both of your mouths. Once more he hungrily descends upon your lips with his own, his tongue plunging into the cavity of your mouth exploring it whilst creating an erotic tango with your own tongue. As he rolls his hips rhythmically, picking up the pace all the time as you start to feel the ripples of pleasure coursing through you from your very core, building up to the powerful release you know is yet to come. You run your hands along his back as you arch your own into him, rolling your own hips in time with his thrusts, your inner muscles tightening as every motion brings you closer to the edge causing intense yet still small waves of pleasure to run through you. His weight is being held as he rests on his left forearm, his right hand continuing its explorations of your body, running along your sides and thighs. He expertly trails his fingers along your thighs and inwards until he finds the sensitive nub, hidden by the soft patch of curls between your legs, his finger rubbing gently over your most sensitive spot causing you to moan as wave after of wave of pleasure builds up inside. He abandons kissing your lips only to reawaken his efforts of kissing your throat leaving a fiery trail down and along it. You suck slightly at the point where his shoulder meets his throat, your tongue gently running along the hot skin as you can taste the soft, salty sweat as he continues thrusting into you. You whimper in ecstasy as with another thrust of Roux's hips you feel intense ripples of pleasure coursing through you, and as his finger gently sweeps over your most intimate spot again the ripples turn to great waves, erupting through you, every muscle in your body tightening, causing you to grip him harder inside as he thrusts again and again, his own release imminent as he kisses your lips hungrily once again, swallowing the deep moan that escapes as you reach the end, the almighty climax as a deep and powerful explosion of intense bliss sweeps across your body, reaching every part of you causing you to quiver in absolute ecstasy. You can feel his body tremble as the same wave of pleasure rips through him, and with one final thrust he reaches his own climax, groaning as the intense orgasm sweeps over him. Panting hard he squeezes his eyes shut and you watch the almost pained expression on his face as it all ends. Your breaths come heavy and laboured and your own eyes slip shut as he withdraws from you. He nestles his head under your chin as he collapses over you, your hot bodies pressing comfortingly against one another. You let out a ragged sigh as he kisses your throat softly, and he lifts his head to look at you. You can feel his eyes on your face and you open your own, looking at him as he props himself up on his right forearm as he gazes down at you, his pupils dilated and small beads of sweat running down his forehead, glistening in the sun. He smiles at you, a reassuring smile telling you that its all ok. Before you had been so overwhelmed by the heat and passion that you had not even thought about what all of this meant, if anything. You knew that this was it though, you weren't going to take it any further for it was unlikely that you would see Roux again, his wanderings along the river moving him from place to place all the time where he would probably meet countless women. You were satisified though, the act of him making love to you so deeply and passionately fully engulfing your soul, putting you on a high that would probably last for a while to come. He leans his head down and kisses you softly on the lips, a kiss filled with appreciation and satisfaction. Neither of you speak for a while as you lie together on the grass, Roux's head gently resting on your bosom, his fingers lazily stroking your side. You play with the strands of his tousled hair, feeling completely contented and at ease. "We'd better get going." he whispers after a while, lifting his head to look at you. You nod, knowing that even though you want to lie here with him for the rest of eternity its not possible, you still have to get to Marseille after all.You watch him as he stands up, pulling up his pants and trousers and doing up the buckle of his belt. You sit up yourself, never taking your eyes off of him as he proceeds to pick his shirt up and puts it on, letting it flap about in the cool breeze rather than doing it up. Roux looks down at you as he dresses, the feeling of satisfaction coursing through him as well. The breeze is welcomed as it cools his hot body, and he watches as you pull your underwear up, rolling your skirt down to its rightful place. He runs his hands through his hair and spots the band nestled in the grass next to your bra. He picks up both items and passes the latter to you, placing the band in his hair to tie it back into a ponytail. The feeling of it down and sticking to the back of his neck was unpleasant. You put your bra on, both of you still silently watching one another as you dress. No words could describe what you were feeling right now, and you couldn't help but feel the slight awkwardness of the situation, you had after all only met that morning and now you had done this? However you grab your top from the floor and continue with becoming fully clothed once again. You can feel Roux's eyes on you as you avert your attention to look around you. This was definitely new scenery for fulfilling the act of making love, and it wasn't a bad location at all. Throughout the time the thought that someone might stop by and catch you was running through your mind, making the already heavy arousal go further, the excitement of it bringing the pleasure harder and faster than if you had known you were safe at home in bed where there was no chance of disturbances. The bushes that aligned the field would have blocked off most peoples visions from the road but there was still the chance that a farmer or someone could come wandering by, peering over the hedges to see what all the commotion was about, your moans had not been that quiet after all. Finally dressed you stand up, running your fingers through your tangled hair, picking out small blades of grass that had managed to mingle in with your locks. Roux steps towards you and removes a small daisy that had nestled itself in your tangles, and places it gently behind your ear. He smiles and places the softest, sweetest kiss on your lips, a kiss which quirks your lips into a large smile. "You're beautiful." he whispers as he draws away, and even now you feel the slight crimson flush on your cheeks at his compliment. Thinking of no response you simply smile and lean into him as he places an arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards the gate where he watches you climb over, placing a light smack on your buttocks making you giggle. You walk to the car where you recline back in your seat, fixing the seat belt across you and into the catch. You lean your head back into the headrest and watch Roux as he passes in front of the car to get to the drivers side. You take a deep breath to alleviate the slight nervous shivers running through you, knowing now you were going to have to spend another hour in his company, and also knowing that all words had left your mind. You wanted to say something, but what that something was you had no idea. "To Marseille." Roux states, turning the key in the ignition so that the car awakens with a slight jolt. "To Marseille." you repeat, quietly agreeing with him. He glances at you quickly and smiles, seeing the contented expression on your face instead of the nervous one he had noted earlier in the day as you had driven from Lafaye. A soothing song, some unknown crooner singing about a woman he loved comes on the radio and you shut your eyes, letting the song help you drift off into a deep, comforting sleep. As you drive along Roux listens to your soft breathing and notices how your head is turned once again to the view of the fields. He recalls your earlier use for the field and smiles, his previous question answered. "So that's what's so interesting about fields." he mutters with a slight chuckle. THE END |