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The Answer	By : TippyMidget Category: G through L > Lost Views: 1512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Marian scrubbed a plate in her kitchen sink and glanced out the window into the darkness. The rain fell in sheets, and every once in a while a flash of white lightning illuminated the grass in front of her house. Thunder rumbled overhead like distant war drums. She turned back to the plate and began rinsing it when she heard knocking at her front door.
Wondering briefly if it was Richard or Ben coming to see her, she glanced at the clock and noted that it was past eight thirty. She pursed her lips and walked quickly to the door, not bothering to look through the peephole, and instead hurriedly undoing the lock and flinging the door open.
“Jacob?!”
She stared, open-mouthed and aghast, at Jacob, who stood on her front porch in completely sodden clothes, giving her a pleasant look. Marian stuck her head out the door and looked around frantically.
“Did anyone see -”
“No.” He looked at her expectantly and bit his lip. When she continued to stare at him in wonder, he chuckled and finally said, “May I come in?”
Marian snapped to her senses and nodded rapidly. “Of course. I'm so sorry. Please.” She gestured for Jacob to come in and stood aside.
“I'm dripping all over your floor,” Jacob noted, looking down at himself self-consciously.
“Don't worry about it,” Marian said dismissively. “I – I was just washing dishes from dinner, but I have leftover pasta in the fridge. And can I get you something warm to drink? Coffee? Tea?”
“May I just have a glass of water, please?” Jacob asked, pulling out a chair at her wooden table and sitting down. Marian nodded and hurried into the kitchen, reaching into her cabinet for a glass and filling it quickly with water.
Jacob's voice was quiet and soft when he spoke next. “Richard told me,” he said, and Marian paused with the glass of water, her back to Jacob.
“Today? He came and saw you?” she asked, still not facing him.
“Yes.”
She finally turned and walked toward him, setting the glass of water down on the table. “I was going to come see you as soon as possible. I have to work tomorrow, but on Saturday... I was going to come tell you. I was afraid of getting followed again, though.”
“Well, here I am,” Jacob said, raising the glass and nodding his thanks at her. He took a sip and set it back down. “I can visit you here for the time being, until people forget about you leaving.”
Marian nodded, then stared at her hands. “Are you happy about the news, Jacob?”
He reached out and put his hand over hers, stroking her skin with his thumb. “Of course I'm happy,” he said gently. “Very happy.”
She looked up at him, her eyes rimmed with tears. “Am I going to be okay?” she asked.
“I'm... cautiously optimistic,” he told her. “But, hey,” he put his finger under her chin, “What did I tell you? I'm going to do absolutely everything I can to make sure nothing happens to you.”
“Why did you choose me for this?”
“I didn't... I can't...” he looked at her helplessly.
“I know, I know. You can't tell me. And you have your ways.” Marian put her lips in a flat line and sighed. “And I suppose I signed up for this. Only I didn't, apparently. You say I was meant to do it, and that's why I'm on the Island in the first place. So am I meant to die, Jacob?”
He looked her square in the eye but said nothing.
“Well, it doesn't matter,” she continued. “I suppose you're done with me now, huh? I'm pregnant. Mission accomplished.”
Now Jacob looked offended and sat straight up in his chair. “What?” he said quietly, narrowing his eyes. “Do you honestly think I'm going to cast you aside like dirty laundry? The last two times you came to see me, I knew you couldn't get pregnant. Didn't I tell you the other day how I felt about you, Marian?”
“Well, I didn't think you meant it,” she mumbled, staring at her hands again.
“Why would I lie to you? Especially about something like that? I told you I loved you.”
Now it was Marian's turn to not answer Jacob, and he sighed softly and took another sip of water.
“I can't believe you walked all the way here in the rain,” she finally said distractedly. “You're absolutely soaking wet. Why don't you let me put that stuff in the dryer for you?”
“Then what would I wear?” he asked with a little grin. “Something tells me you don't have a supply of men's clothing.”
“I can take my waterproof bag and go to Richard's and get something for you,” Marian offered, not looking directly at him.
“Or I could just wear nothing at all,” Jacob said slyly, grinning wider. Marian didn't smile, but bit her bottom lip and looked away. “I'm sorry,” Jacob said quickly. “That was a horrible joke to make to a woman in her own house.”
“Were you joking?”
“Well, in any case, it doesn't matter, because why dry your clothes when you're about to go right back out into it?” Jacob said, rising from his chair. “Thank you for the water, Marian. Tell Richard if, for any reason, you want me to come back, and I'll be here.”
Marian stood quickly and rushed over to where Jacob stood. “Jacob, please don't go!”
“You don't seem like you want me to stay,” he said, looking confused.
“I do, I just...” She burst into tears then, and Jacob reached out with both hands to touch her cheeks. “Don't do that!” she exclaimed.
“Don't do what?” He looked even more perplexed.
“Whatever it is that you do when you touch people!”
“I'm just trying to help you relax, Marian,” Jacob said calmly.
“I don't want to be artificially relaxed! I'm upset for a legitimate reason! I'm scared because every pregnant woman on this Island dies!”
“It wasn't always that way,” Jacob told her. “And I don't think it has to be that way, and I promised you I would do everything in my power to protect you.”
“So, what, if this works, you're going to sleep with all the women on the Island?” The twinge of jealousy was unmistakable in Marian's voice.
Jacob looked amused. “No,” he said with a small smile. “You're special.”
“So you'll just let them die? You've been letting them die? I don't understand.” She put her hands on her head and shook it back and forth.
“Marian, please.” He put his hands on her wrists and brought them down. “I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”
Marian thought for a moment, and realized that if there was anyone in the world in whom she would put so much faith that her life was the collateral, that was Jacob. And here he was, standing next to her kitchen table, asking her to trust him... telling her that she was special, that he loved her.
“I trust you,” she said quietly. “Please don't go.”
“I'll stay.” Jacob shivered slightly, and Marian looked curiously at him.
“Why are you shaking?” she asked.
“I'm drenched in an air-conditioned house,” he answered.
“Let me go to Richard's and get you some dry clothes,” Marian insisted.
“Richard is three inches shorter than me,” Jacob said, and she eyed him suspiciously.
“Why don't you take a hot shower while I stick your clothes in the dryer?” she suggested. “I know how long that walk is, and it's been raining for hours.”
“Suddenly you don't mind me having my clothes off in your house,” he noted with a smile.
“I didn't say I'd be getting in the shower with you,” Marian said, raising her eyebrows.
Five minutes later, Marian's shower was running and she was carrying the neat stack of soaking wet clothes downstairs to the dryer. She put the beige button-down shirt and khaki pants into the dryer and set them tumbling, heading back up the stairs and sliding with her back against the wall to sit just outside the bathroom. A minute later, the water stopped and she heard Jacob's voice.
“You weren't kidding.”
“About what?” Marian asked.
He stepped out into the hallway with a towel around his waist. Marian stared up at him, gulping when she saw his sculpted chest, his muscular arms...
“Not getting in the shower with me.”
She rose and stood just inches away from him. She was petite, about a foot shorter than him, so her eyes were even with his sternum. “That seemed a little bold,” she said.
“I know you, Marian,” he said softly, twirling a finger through a lock of her hair. “You can be very bold, sometimes.”
“I... try not to be presumptuous,” she insisted, her mouth suddenly dry as she tore her eyes from his chest to look into his deep blue gaze.
“Nothing from you is too much,” he whispered, moving his hand to her shoulder. She felt the familiar warmth course through her body, the rush of simultaneous calm and tingling.
“How do you do that?” she asked, and he smiled at her.
“I have my ways,” he answered cryptically. She grinned ruefully back.
“I can't touch you like that.”
“Oh, Marian,” he said with an cynical look, “You touch me just fine. Of course, right now I have reason to believe you're never going to touch me again, but -”
She silenced him by reaching up and kissing him on the mouth, her hands frantically running over his shoulders, down his arms, tracing his chest and down his stomach, around to his sinewy back.
“Jacob!” she cried when she broke their kiss. “I'm sorry! I was disrespectful to you and I didn't trust you and I...” she hesitated and looked him in the eye. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in tight against his chest, as if he knew what she were going to say. “I love you,” she said meekly.
In response, he reached down and pulled her pink t-shirt off over her head and unhooked her cream-colored bra. The clothes were tossed on the floor in the hallway, in the glow of the light coming from the bathroom. Jacob cast his towel aside. He pushed Marian flush against the wall and leaned down to kiss her neck.
“Should we go... in the bedroom?” she managed to ask through her gasps.
“No,” he answered, pulling back to look at her.
“We're going to do this in a hallway?”
“Yes,” he replied simply.
She sighed. “First the floor of a chamber in a statue, then a beach, then a cabin, now up against a wall in a hallway... when is it going to be a bed in a bedroom like normal people?”
“Later tonight,” he said, kissing her forehead.
He was as good as his word.

“Marian...” His voice was light but firm, and he shook her shoulder gently. She rolled over, pulling the down blanket up tighter around herself, and peeked her eyes open. He was standing beside the bed in his khaki pants, buttoning up his beige shirt. “It's seven o'clock,” he told her, smiling kindly down at her. “Time to get up for work.”
“Mmph...” Marian huffed, squeezing her eyes shut. She forced herself to sit, heaving herself up off the comfortable bed. She kept the blankets wrapped around herself; she was still nude from the night before, having never put on pajamas after making love to Jacob (several times). Now she felt uncomfortable in her nakedness, though she didn't know why. She was pregnant with his child, and they had both professed love for the other. How much more intimate did relationships get, really? She sighed to herself and gazed up at him. He was staring down at his shirt, having resumed buttoning it. His sandy blonde hair was mussed from the night before; he'd been rolling around in bed while it was still wet. Today, it was sweet and charming, she thought, a remnant of a wonderful night. He flicked his sapphire eyes up at her when he finished buttoning his shirt, catching her staring at him. She smiled, embarrassed, and he grinned back.
He stepped forward to sit on the edge of the bed, facing her. He reached out to stroke her cheek with his knuckles and said mildly, “This is a beautiful island, but you are the most beautiful thing on it.”
Her cheeks flushed pink and grew hot then, and she giggled nervously. “I have to go take a shower,” she said, looking away. He nodded and rose as though he were going to leave the room to give her privacy, but before he could go, Marian got up from the bed and stood beside him, now shameless in her nudity. Jacob just smiled at her, watching her cross the hallway into the bathroom.
She stood under the hot water, rushing through her shower, reliving the glorious night before. He'd been gentle yet passionate, seeming to genuinely care that she was getting attention and enjoying herself. He acted like he truly knew what he was doing, though she didn't know if that was just because he was so old and had had time to figure it out, or if he was far more experienced than she was.
“I love you,” she'd said again while he had her against the wall.
“I told you you'd say it back,” he'd laughed, and it had been the first time she had heard him laugh or see him grin so widely. He had looked so genuinely happy in that moment. He hadn't looked like the stoic, wise Jacob she'd come to know and respect, the man who seemed to know everything somehow and was the protector of Marian and the Island and apparently of things far greater than she understood. He hadn't looked like the man who had lived for eons, who had secrets far deeper than any normal person could even fathom. He had looked youthful and free, a man in love, lost in a blissful moment, staring into her eyes with a look of infatuated amorousness, laughing with a voice that rang in the silence of the house like music.
Now, as Marian rinsed conditioner out of her hair, she thought that no matter what happened, that was how she would always think of Jacob – her Jacob, the one she doubted anyone else, most especially Richard, knew.
She got out of the shower and toweled herself off, plaiting her hair into pigtail braids and brushing her teeth. She crossed back into her bedroom and saw Jacob sitting on the bed, which he had made. She grinned at him.
“You didn't have to do that,” she said. “It's my house.”
He shrugged. “I would ask you if you wanted me to make you breakfast, but you're 'not really a breakfast person,'” he recalled, raising his eyebrows at her. She laughed.
“Do you want something?” she asked. He shook his head no, and she started to get dressed into jeans and a t-shirt with the Scottish flag on it. “How are you going to leave without anybody noticing?” she asked, pulling the t-shirt down over her head.
“Don't worry about it. No one will see me,” Jacob said confidently. He slapped his hands on his knees as if to drive home his point.
Marian looked at him skeptically. “I'm pretty sure people are going to notice a man they don't recognize walking across the Barracks and off into the jungle.”
“No one will see me,” Jacob said again, looking her dead in the eye. She swallowed hard, thinking now that he was speaking literally, that he would be invisible somehow.
“I wish you didn't have to go,” she mumbled sadly, looking at the ground and shifting on her feet.
“I have... responsibilities...” Jacob said, sighing.
“But you leave the Island all the time,” she pressed, looking plaintively at him. Her eyes began welling up. “I don't know when I'm going to be able to come see you.”
“You want me to stay here and wait for you to get home from work,” he said. It was an observation, not a question.
She hesitated, then nodded meekly. Jacob sighed and bit his lip.
“Ben can not know that I'm here,” he said firmly. She looked at him inquisitively and confusedly, thinking to herself that Ben and Richard would probably be the only two people who would be allowed to know that Jacob was here. But then she thought back. It was Richard who served as mediator between her and Jacob in the early days of this process, not Ben. Richard and Jacob seemed to be on very casual terms. Jacob said Richard had been here since 1867. But Jacob had never mentioned Ben, and all Ben had ever said to Marian about Jacob was that he would be good to her. Now Jacob was saying that Ben couldn't know he was here. Why would he say that unless...
“Ben's never met you,” she breathed. She narrowed her eyes at Jacob and tilted her head. “He's never met you, has he?”
Jacob sighed heavily and looked at his knees. He shook his head slowly, eventually raising his eyes to meet Marian's. “No,” he admitted. “And he can't.”
“I'm not even going to ask you why not.”
“Thank you,” he nodded gratefully.
“And all those times Ben's said, 'Jacob told me this, Jacob says that...'” She threw her hands up in disgust.
“I talk to Richard,” Jacob said. “And then only rarely.”
“So he was making it up.”
Jacob shook his head sadly. “It's complicated, Marian. You can't let anyone know that you know this.”
“It's our little secret,” she said bitterly.
“You told both of them you knew about Richard,” he said, raising his eyebrows at her and grinning crookedly.
Her cheeks grew hot and she looked at the ground. “I'm sorry,” she mumbled. “They were yelling at me.”
“I know,” he said gently. “But this information is not a weapon.”
She nodded solemnly, gulping. She glanced distractedly at her clock on her bedside table.
“You woke me up early,” she said. “I don't have to be at work for another half an hour.”
“I wanted time to say goodbye to you properly,” he told her. “Although, if I'm not leaving...”
“Really? You'll stay?” she squealed excitedly, trotting over to where he sat on the bed. She straddled him and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around him and planting a kiss square on his lips. He grasped her cheeks and pulled her back in for a long kiss, and she felt the pleasant heat emanating from his hands and transferring energy transdermally into her, charging her up. As she kissed him, she felt him growing beneath her, and she writhed her hips against him.
“Mmm!” he moaned, pulling away from her. “Don't start that,” he warned, giving her a playful look.
“Why not?” she asked puckishly.
He sighed. “It's never just a kiss, is it? You have to leave soon. We don't have time -”
“There's always time,” she cut him off, reaching to untuck his beige shirt and resume kissing him. She had his shirt off in no time, and was soon working on his khaki pants. He helped her, frantically kicking them off. She whipped her navy blue shirt off over her head and slid her jeans and panties down and off. She went back to where Jacob sat on the edge of the bed and straddled him on her knees again, kneeling on the covers with her chest flush against his.
“Please,” she said into his ear, her voice hoarse with desire. “I want it hard and fast, Jacob.”
He kissed her neck fleetingly, just enough to make her shiver, and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”
He had never taken her from behind, and she grinned widely at the prospect. She did as he said, and felt his enormous girth slide into her a moment later. She cried out from the sensation; after half a dozen times of making love to him, she was still not used to his size. He started thrusting and she cried out again, unable to keep quiet as he accelerated his tempo and pushed as deeply as possible inside her.
Soon, he was pounding her frenetically, grasping her hips for support. He was groaning and saying her name, vocalizing far more than she'd heard him do in all the times they'd been physical together. Usually all she could hear was his breath, but not now. He was going to lose it soon, she thought. He was too worked up. This wasn't going to last long.
She was right. He gasped and stopped thrusting, and she felt the warm wetness seeping into her. After a moment he pulled out of her and lay down on his back on the covers. She turned around and hovered over him, grinning down into his bright blue gaze.
“See?” she said triumphantly. “Plenty of time.”
“Over too fast,” he laughed, still panting. “Sorry.” He rubbed his forehead with his hand, but Marian saw in his eyes the twinkle of delight she'd first caught a glimpse of the night before, and she thought again to herself that this was the Jacob that made her heart skip a beat.
“I love you,” she whispered, placing her palm on his cheek as he always did to her.
“You see?” he smiled, looking gleeful. “I told you you'd be saying it back.”
“Do you love me?”
He nodded. “I've loved you your whole life. A different kind of love, of course.”
She looked confused. “What, like agape?”
“For a long time, yes, like agape. That's exactly it.” He nodded.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “And now?”
He reached up and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “And now,” he said thoughtfully, “I am in love with you.”
“Eros,” she grinned.
“If everything is to be reduced to Greek philosophical labels, then, yes,” he sighed. “Now off to work with you, before you're late. I will be here when you get home.”
“Promise?” she asked, biting her lip nervously.
He smiled gently and sat up to kiss her softly on the lips. “Promise.”
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