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Conquering Fear	By : emmarae3579 Category: S through Z > Zorro Views: 2149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: I’m dressing them how I want. Yes, I know there’s at least one obvious difference. I’m taking artistic license because I like how this was written. Hopefully you can still enjoy the story.

Did someone ask for some steam? Read on, my friends. I tried.

Chapter 5

Zorro made himself wait for the sun to go down this time. He left Toronado free outside the pueblo while he hid in the stables. He saw a crowd leave the tavern and the door shut behind them, and the ache in his chest twisted tighter. She closed early. Why? Did she know? Was she up in her room crying? Was she plotting his death?

She was crying, he discovered when he peered in the kitchen window. Victoria sat at the table, her head pillowed on her crossed arms, her shoulders shaking with her tears. Zorro jumped down from his view and leaned against the wall. Should he go to her? Was she crying because of him? Should he tell her who he was? Maybe he should come as Diego? He frowned.

The problem was…Victoria didn’t like Diego. Oh, she liked him. She just wasn’t hopelessly in love with him like he was with her. Maybe Diego should ask her to dinner. If he tried courting her as Diego, at least he’d have a shot. He couldn’t leave her crying, though. He would talk to her. Keep his distance so he wouldn’t be tempted to kiss her tears away. Leave quickly, return tomorrow.

He knocked softly on the door, and waited anxiously for it to open. Maybe she wouldn’t even let him in. He breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened. They stood frozen for a moment, then she stepped into his arms. So much for keeping his distance. He walked inside with her and made sure the door was locked. Then she burst into tears again.

“Querida, I’m sorry, please don’t cry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“That’s not why I’m crying,” she managed to say against his chest.

He tried to get her to look at him but she just held him tighter. He stroked her back for a moment, but he didn’t know what to do. “Please tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it.”

“Just shut up,” Victoria whispered.

Zorro looked down in surprise at the top of her head and couldn’t help the smile. He looked around the kitchen and didn’t want to remain where they’d fought so recently. Her feet wouldn’t move with his when he tried to walk, so he bent to pick her up. She curled into his chest and he hoped that meant they wouldn’t be fighting again. All the more reason to keep his distance, but now that he held her he wasn’t about to let her go.

He found a rocking chair which she must have brought in from the porch and dragged it close to the fire. She clutched him tighter when he let go of her with one hand to remove his sword, then he sat with her in his lap. He sat in the rocker, watched the fire, rocked them gently and waited while her tears eventually quieted.

Victoria finally looked up at him. How had she never known before? It was so clearly Diego behind the mask that she wondered how anyone couldn’t see it. She buried her face against his shoulder again because she didn’t want to think.

Zorro refused to let her hide. He pulled her face away from him so he could look into her eyes. “Am I allowed to talk now?”

Victoria saw the concern in his eyes. He stroked her cheek and she closed her eyes as if she could block out reality. She took his hand in hers and wondered when he’d removed his gloves.

Zorro watched her play with his hand and took that as a sign of forgiveness. “So you’re not crying because I was a jackass this morning?”

“You weren’t.” Victoria wasn’t sure what to say or do. He deserved an explanation for her tears, but mentioning someone they both knew might bring up the argument again. “A friend of mine died today.”

Victoria decided to keep it short. She curled back into him and tried to ignore everything except the safety she felt wrapped in his arms. Diego’s arms. How strange was that thought? She was happy when it didn’t seem strange to her at all.

Zorro tensed. “How did she die? Is someone in jail?”

Victoria toyed with the string from his cape. “That’s the thing. It was an accident. She was young—younger than me. No one expected it. No one to blame.”

Zorro couldn’t help himself. He hadn’t heard about any deaths. “Who was it?”

Victoria sat up and looked at him again. “Sabrina.” She felt his hand clench into a fist against her leg where he held her, but she could see the indecision in his expression. “It’s okay that you know her.”

Zorro leaned his head back against the rocker as he let out his held breath. “Are you angry?”

Victoria leaned back against his shoulder and she knew this was the one place she wanted to be, mask or no. “Do we have to talk about that?”

“Maybe we need to talk,” Diego said against the fear of rejection taking root again. If they talked, maybe she would stop moving around so much. Maybe he could take her to her own chair so he wouldn’t have to try so hard to keep his mind off the soft body curled up in his lap.

“Not tonight.”

She kept fidgeting with the tie from his cape, then he felt a tug when she pulled at it. He felt her hand at his shoulder and when her hand came away, the knot that held his cape was completely undone. He looked down to see what she was doing and met with her lips. He was lost for a mere second before he pulled away, but her hand came up to his neck to pull his mouth back down to hers. When she sucked at his bottom lip, any thought of resisting her flew completely out of his mind.

He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue and she opened her mouth with a small gasp. His arms wrapped around her tighter, bringing her closer so he could take her mouth more fully. Her arms wound around his neck and he tried not to think about her breasts pressed against his chest. She tasted like apple pie, and he wanted more. His tongue tangled with hers and he leaned forward to get closer. One of his hands left its innocent place at her waist to stroke at her hip, but was unsatisfied until he reached further. She jerked in surprise when his hand smoothed over her bottom, but she moaned her approval into his mouth.

Who knew Diego could kiss like this? Victoria couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She wanted to take his mask off, but she didn’t want the kiss to stop. To take her mind off her desire to run her fingers through his hair, she gave into her desire to feel what Diego had hidden underneath ruffles and fancy clothes. Her hands stroked over his strong shoulders and pushed his cape the rest of the way off. When she pressed her hands into his chest to trace the muscles she could feel there, his groan of pleasure made all her nervousness melt away. Her tongue coiled around his then pushed into his mouth so she could taste him.

Diego was lost. Victoria was so soft, she fit against all the hard contours of his body like she was made for him. She even smelled like apples, and the clean scent of her skin beneath that was making him lose any sense of reason. Her hand stroked across his chest, and he pulled his mouth away from hers to trail kisses down her neck until he reached the swells of her breasts. He pressed his lips against her soft skin and his tongue reached out to taste. He leaned back in the rocker, arranging her over him as he slouched down in the chair. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing his hips into hers, his hand clenching her bottom to hold her tight against him.

The silk of his pants hid little, and feeling his erection stroking against her hip made Victoria sit up and look at him with wide eyes. She was breathing heavily and it took a moment for Diego to tear his eyes away from her breasts. The confusion and doubt in her eyes was like a bucket of cold water. He’d come here to talk. She didn’t even know who she was kissing.

She wrapped her arms back around his neck when he stood, and kissed him again. She pressed against him, not wanting him to leave her alone when he tried to release her and step back. He cradled her face in his hands to gentle her frenetic kisses before he pulled his mouth away.

Zorro stroked her back and held her loosely while they both tried to catch their breath. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten carried away.”

Victoria stared at his shirt for a moment. “I kissed you, remember?” She smiled shyly up at him.

He pushed her hair back from her face and rested a hand against her cheek. “But who were you kissing?” He smiled sadly at her, turned to gather his things and walked around her toward the kitchen.

“Zorro, wait!”

He stopped but didn’t turn. He didn’t think he had the willpower to walk away from her. She only wanted comfort, and had no idea how close he’d come to taking everything. “I think it’s best that I leave.”

“My friend died tonight.”

He turned to face her. “I’m sorry about Sabrina. That’s no reason to do something you’ll regret.”

“Rodrigo was in love with her. He never told her. Now they’ll never be together.”

Zorro’s furious kick sent a chair flying into a corner and he stalked back to her until she took a step back. “I love you. I’ve told you many times. Do not remind me that you could be killed any day. It’s because of me that you are in danger.” He saw the tears in her eyes but knew he couldn’t hide the truth, and he couldn’t stay.

She spoke to his retreating back. “I’ve been in danger for years. So have you. Either one of us could die at any moment. Are we going to be alone forever?”

He paused and looked back at her at the curtain to the kitchen. “I’ll come see you tomorrow. We can talk.”

“I love you, too,” she insisted before he could leave her alone.

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author's note: this site doesn't like me. I hope next time I try to add a chapter it works, or I'll give up :( There weren't any reviews on the one I deleted anyway. Hope someone is enjoying it :)
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