Romantic Dialogs/Scenes

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Seelen – Stephenie Meyer

Zwischen Wanda und Ian:

„Es ist nur der Körper“, wiederholte ich.
„Das stimmt überhaupt nicht“, widersprach er mir. „Es geht nicht um das Gesicht, sondern um den Ausdruck darin. Es geht nicht um die Stimme, sondern um das, was du sagst. Es geht nicht darum, wie du in diesem Körper aussiehst, sondern darum, was du damit machst. Du bist schön.“

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City of Bones – Cassandra Clare

Between Clary and Jace

She reached to touch his arm. „Jace—“
He flinched away. „Don’t.“
She sucked in her breath. „I never would have wanted anything to happen to Alec. I’m so sorry.“
He looked at her as if seeing her there for the first time. „It’s not your fault,“ he said. „It’s mine.“
„Yours? Jace, no it isn’t—“
„Oh, but it is,“ he said, his voice as fragile as a sliver of ice. „Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.“
„What does that mean?“
„My fault,“ he said, „my own fault, my most grievous fault. It’s Latin.“
He brushed a lock of her hair back from her forehead absently, as if unaware he was doing it. „Part of the Mass.“ „I thought you didn’t believe in religion.“
„I may not believe in sin,“ he said, „but I do feel guilt. We Shadowhunters live by a code, and that code isn’t flexible. Honor, fault, penance, those are real to us, and they have nothing to
do with religion and everything to do with who we are. This is who I am, Clary,“ he said desperately. „I am one of the Clave. It’s in my blood and bones. So tell me, if you’re so sure this wasn’t my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when I saw Abbadon wasn’t for my fellow warriors but for you?“
His other hand came up; he was holding her face, prisoned between his palms. „I know—I knew—Alec wasn’t acting like himself. I knew something was wrong. But all I could think about was you…“
He bent his head forward, so their foreheads touched. She could feel his breath stir her eyelashes. She closed her eyes, letting the nearness of him wash over her like a tide. „If he dies, it will be like I killed him,“ he said. „I let my father die, and now I’ve killed the only brother I ever had.“
„That’s not true,“ she whispered.
„Yes, it is.“ They were close enough to kiss. And still he held her tightly, as if nothing could reassure him that she was real. „Clary,“ he said. „What’s happening to me?“

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Seelen – Stephenie Meyer

Zwischen Wanda und Ian

„Acht ganze Leben“, flüsterte ich, den Mund an seiner Wange. Die Stimme versagte mir. „Acht ganze Leben und ich habe nie jemanden gefunden, für den ich auf einem Planeten geblieben wäre, niemanden, dem ich an einen anderen Ort gefolgt wäre. Ich habe nie einen Partner gefunden. Warum ausgerechnet jetzt? Warum ausgerechnet du? Du gehörst nicht zu meiner Spezies. Wie kannst du mein Partner sein?“
„Es ist ein seltsames Universum“, murmelte er.
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„Ich liebe dich“, flüsterte ich.
„Sag das nicht so, als würdest du dich verabschieden.“
Aber das musste ich. „Ich, die Seele namens Wanderer, liebe dich, den Menschen Ian. Und das wird sich nie ändern, egal, was aus mir wird.“ Ich wählte die Worte sorgfältig, damit keine Lüge aus meiner Stimme herauszuhören war. „Egal, ob als Delfin oder Bär oder Blume, es würde keine Rolle spielen. Ich würde dich immer lieben, mich immer an dich erinnern. Du wirst mein einziger Partner sein.“

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The Iron Queen (Herbstnacht) – Julie Kagawa

Between Meghan and Ash

Ash’s gaze softened. Without a word, he shifted back on the cot, making room for me. Heart pounding, I crossed the room and lay down next to him, feeling his arm wrap around my stomach, pulling me close. I felt his heartbeat against my back and closed my eyes, tracing idle patterns on his arm, brushing a faint scar on the back of his wrist. “Ash?” “Hmm?” “Are you scared? Of dying?” He was quiet a moment, one hand playing with my hair, his breath fanning across my cheek. “Perhaps not in the way you would think,” he murmured at last. “I’ve lived a long time, been in many battles. Of course, there was always that knowledge that I could die, but there have been times I’ve wondered if I shouldn’t give up, let it happen.” “Why?” “To escape the emptiness. I was dead inside for so long. Not existing didn’t seem any different than what I was doing.” He buried his face in my shoulder, and I shivered. “It’s different now, though. I have something to fight for. I’m not afraid to die, but I don’t intend to give up, either.” His lips touched my hair, very lightly. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” he murmured. “You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.” My eyes watered, and my heart thudded in my ears. “Ash,” I whispered again, clenching my fists in the quilt to stop the shaking. I knew what I wanted, but I was still afraid, afraid that I wouldn’t do it right, afraid of the unknown, afraid that I would somehow disappoint him. Ash kissed the back of my neck, and I felt his arm tighten, fingers digging into my shirt. I saw a flare of color behind me, bright red desire, felt him tremble as he struggled to control himself, and all my doubts melted away. I shifted in his arms, rolling toward him so that he was propped on an elbow above me, eyes shining in the darkness. And I let him see the need, the longing, rising up like tendrils of colored smoke to dance with his. I didn’t have to say anything. He drew in a quiet breath and lowered his head, touching his forehead to mine.
“Are you sure?” His voice was barely a whisper, a ghost in the dark. I nodded, tracing my fingers down his cheek, marveling as he closed his eyes. “We could die tomorrow,” I whispered back. “I want to be with you tonight. I don’t want to have any regrets, when it comes to us. So, yes, I’m sure. I love you, Ash.” My voice was lost then, as Ash closed the final few inches and kissed me. And in the quiet stillness before dawn, on the brink of a war that could tear us apart, our auras danced and twined in the darkness, coiling around each other until they finally merged, becoming one.

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The Iron Daughter (Winternacht) # 2 – Julie Kagawa

Between Meghan and Prince Ash

He sighed and half turned in my arms, smoothing the hair from my cheek. “Why am I so drawn to you?” he muttered, almost to himself. “Why is it so hard to let go? I thought…at first…it was Ariella, that you remind me of so much. But it’s not.” Though he didn’t smile, his eyes lightened a shade. “You’re far more stubborn than she ever was.”
I sniffed. “That’s like the pot calling the kettle black,” I whispered, and a faint, tiny grin finally crossed his face, before his expression clouded and he lowered his head, touching his forehead to mine. “What do you want of me, Meghan?” he asked, a low thread of anguish flickering below the surface. Tears blurred my vision, all the fear and heartache of the past few days rising to the surface. “Just you,” I whispered. “I just want you.”
He closed his eyes. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I demanded. His face swam above me, blurring with tears, but I refused to release him to wipe my eyes. My desperation grew. “Who cares what the courts say?” I challenged. “We could meet in secret. You could come to my world, no one will see us there.”
He shook his head. “Mab already knows. Do you think she would let us get away with it? You saw how well she reacted in the throne room.” I sniffled, burying my face in his side, as his fingers gently combed my hair. I didn’t want to let him go. I wanted to curl into him and stay there forever.
“Please,” I whispered desperately, not caring about pride anymore. “Don’t do this. We can find a way around the courts. Please.” I bit my lip as a shiver went through him, and I held him tighter. “I love you, Ash.”
“Meghan.” Ash’s voice was tormented. “You don’t…know me at all. You don’t know what I’ve done…the blood on my hands, both faery and mortal.” He stopped, taking a breath to compose himself. “When Ariella died, everything inside me froze. It was only through hunting—killing—that I could feel anything again. I cared for nothing, not even myself. I threw myself into fights I thought I would lose, if only to feel the pain of a sword blow, the claws tearing me apart.”
I shivered and clung to him, remembering the scars across his back and shoulders. I could imagine him fighting, his eyes dead and cold, hoping that something would finally get lucky and kill him.
“Then you came along,” he muttered, touching my wet cheek, “and suddenly…I don’t know. It was like I was seeing things for the first time again. When I saw you with Puck, the day you came to the Nevernever…”
“The day you tried to kill us,” I reminded him.
He winced, nodding. “I thought fate was playing a cruel joke on me. That a girl, who could have been Ariella’s shadow, was keeping company with my sworn enemy—it was too much. I wanted to kill you both.” He sighed. “But, then I met you at Elysium, and…” He closed his eyes. “And everything I thought I’d lost forever came trickling back. It was maddening. I thought about killing you several times during Elysium, just to stop what I knew would be my downfall. I didn’t want this, to feel anything, especially with a half-human girl who was the daughter of the Summer King.” He snorted ruefully, shaking his head. “From the moment you stepped into the Nevernever, you’ve been my undoing. I should never have agreed to that contract.”
I sucked in a breath. “Why?”
He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek, his voice gentler than before. “Because no matter what I feel, I can’t fight centuries of rules and traditions, and neither can you.”
“We could try—”
“You don’t know the courts,” Ash continued softly. “You haven’t been in Faery long enough to know what could happen, but I do. I’ve seen it, centuries of it. Even if we get the scepter back, even if we manage to stop the war, we’ll still be on opposite sides. Nothing will change that, no matter how much you wish it wasn’t so. No matter how much I wish it was different.”
I didn’t answer, too miserable to comment. His voice, though filled with regret, was resolved. He had made up his mind, and I wouldn’t be changing it.
A strange peace settled through me, or perhaps my despair finally gave in to resignation. So, this is it, I thought, as numbness spread through my body, easing the sharp pain in my chest. This is what breaking up is like. Although, I was sure “breaking up” was the wrong expression. It seemed much too common and trivial for what was happening.
“Come on.” Ash pried my hands from his waist and stood up. “We should go. Sweetfinger and I made a deal. He’ll get us out of the city through the goblin tunnels that run beneath it. We’ll need to hurry—Rowan’s Thornguards are still scouring the streets for us.”
“Ash,” I said, struggling upright. “Wait. Just one more thing, before we go.”
He frowned warily. “What do you want?”
I rose from the bed, my heart thudding in my chest. “Kiss me,” I whispered, and saw his eyebrows arc in surprise. “Just once more,” I pleaded, “and I promise it will be the last time. I’ll be able to forget you after that.” A bald-faced lie. Even if I turned ninety, lost my mind and forgot everything else, the memory of the Winter prince would be a shining beacon that would never fade.
He hesitated, unsure, and I tried to make my tone light. “Last time, I swear.” I met his gaze and tried for a smile. “It’s the least you can do. I didn’t get a proper breakup, you know.”
Ash still wavered, looking torn. His eyes flicked to the door, and for a moment I thought he would walk away, leaving me to shrivel into a mortified heap. But then he let out a quiet sigh, and his shoulders slumped in resignation.
Meeting my gaze, he took one step forward, drew me into his arms, and brushed his lips to mine.
I think our last kiss was meant to be quick and chaste, but after the first touch of his lips fire leaped up and roared through my belly. My fingers yanked him close, digging into his back, and his arms crushed me to him as if wanting to meld us together. I knotted my fingers in his hair and bit down on his bottom lip, making him groan. His lips parted, and my tongue swept in to dance with his. There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could’ve had something perfect, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

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Shadowfever # 5 – Karen Marie Moning

Between Mac and Jericho

“I found you standing in the street, staring at the sign over the bookstore. Tried talking to you but you didn’t respond. Thought I’d better take a look around. What are you doing, Mac?” he said softly—Barrons at his most alert and dangerous.
My laughter died and tears sprang to my eyes. He was in my head. I saw little point in hiding anything. He could take a good look around and see the truth for himself.
“I didn’t get the spell.” My voice broke. I’d failed him. I hated myself for that. He’d never failed me.
“I know.”
My gaze flicked to his face, bewildered. “You … know?”
“I knew it was a lie the moment you said it.”
I searched his eyes. “But you looked happy! You smiled. I saw things in your eyes!”
“I was happy. I knew why you’d lied.” His dark gaze was ancient, inhuman, and uncharacteristically gentle. „Because you love me.“
I drew in a ragged breath.
“Let’s get out of here, Mac. There’s nothing for you down here.”
“The spell! It’s here. I can get it. Use it. Lay him to rest!”
“But you wouldn’t be you anymore. You can’t take a single spell from that thing. It’s all or nothing. We’ll find another way.”
The Sinsar Dubh poisoned the moment. He lies. He hates you for failing him.
“Shut it down, Mac. Ice the lake over.”
I stared at the Book, shining in all its glory. Power, pure and simple. I could create worlds.
Ice his ass over. He’s just worried you’ll be more powerful than he is.
Barrons held out his hand. “Don’t leave me, Rainbow Girl.”

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The Iron Queen (Herbstnacht) # 3 – Julie Kagawa

Between Meghan and Ash

He smelled so good, a mix of frost and something sharp, like peppermint. Lifting my head, I placed a kiss at the hollow of his neck, right beneath his jawbone, and he drew in a quiet breath, his hands curling into fists. I suddenly realized we were on a bed, alone in an isolated cabin, with no grown-ups—lucid ones anyway—to point fingers or condemn. My heart sped up, thudding in my ears, and I felt his heartbeat quicken, too.
Shifting slightly, I went to trace another kiss along his jaw, but he ducked his head and our lips met, and suddenly I was kissing him as if I were going to meld him into my body. His fingers tangled in my hair, and my hands slid beneath his shirt, tracing the hard muscles of his chest and stomach. He groaned, pulled me into his lap, and lowered us back onto the bed, being careful not to crush me.
My whole body tingled, senses buzzing, my stomach twisting with so many emotions I couldn’t place them all. Ash was above me, his lips on mine, my hands sliding over his cool, tight skin. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel.
Ash pulled back slightly, his silver eyes bright as he stared at me, his cool breath washing over my heated face.
“You are beautiful, you know that, right?” he murmured, all seriousness, one hand gently framing my cheek. “I know I don’t say…things like that…as often as I should. I wanted to let you know.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” I whispered, though hearing him admit it made my pulse flutter wildly. I could feel the emotion swirling around us, auras of color and light, and closed my eyes. “I can feel you,” I murmured, as his heartbeat picked up under my fingers. “I can almost feel your thoughts. Is that very strange?”
“No,” Ash said in a strangled voice, and a tremor went through him. I opened my eyes, staring into his perfect face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just…” He shook his head. “I never thought…I could feel like this again. I didn’t know if it was possible.” He sighed, giving me a pleading look. “I’m sorry, I’m not explaining it very well.”
“It’s all right.” I laced my hands behind his head, smiling. “Right now, talking isn’t what I was hoping for.”
Ash smiled faintly, lowering his head again.

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Seelen – Stephenie Meyer

Zwischen Melanie und Jared

Seine Augen lassen mich vergessen, dass ich mich schäme, dass ich nie wieder etwas sagen wollte. „Wenn ich jemanden -irgendjemanden -auswählen müsste, mit dem ich auf einem verlassenen Planeten ausgesetzt werden sollte, würde ich mich für dich entscheiden“, flüstere ich. Die Sonne zwischen uns brennt jetzt noch heißer.
„Ich will für immer mit dir zusammen sein. Und nicht nur … nicht nur zum Reden. Wenn du mich berührst …“ Ich wage es, ganz leicht mit meinen Fingern über die warme Haut seines Arms zu streichen, und es fühlt sich an, als würden die Flammen jetzt aus meinen Fingerspitzen schießen. Sein Arm umschließt mich fester. Kann er das Feuer spüren?
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„Es war ein Wunder – mehr als ein Wunder -, dass ich dich gefunden habe, Melanie. Wenn man mir genau jetzt die Wahl lassen würde, ob ich die Welt zurückgewinnen oder dich behalten will… ich könnte dich nicht aufgeben. Nicht mal, um fünf Milliarden Leben zu retten.“
„Das wäre nicht richtig.“
„Absolut nicht richtig, aber die reine Wahrheit.“

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The Iron Daughter (Winternacht) – Julie Kagawa

Between Ash and Meghan

“Why am I so drawn to you?“ He muttered, almost to himself. „why is it so hard to let go? I thought…At first…It was Ariella, that you remind me of so much. But it’s not.“ though he didn’t smile, his eyes lightened a shade. „You’re far more stubborn than she ever was.“ I sniffed. „That’s like the pot calling the kettle black,“ I whispered, and a faint, tiny grin finally crossed his face, before his expression clouded and he lowered his head, touching his forehead to mine. „What do you want of me, Meghan?“ He asked, a low thread of anguish flickering below the surface. Tears blurred my vision, all the fear and heartache of the past few days rising to the surface. „Just you,“ I whispered. „I just want you.“

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The Iron Daughter (Winternacht) – Julie Kagawa

Between Ash and Meghan

Ash brushed my cheek with the back of his hand, catching a loose strand of hair between his fingers. „I’ve seen thousands of mortal girls,“ he said softly, „more than you could ever count, from all corners of your world. To me, they’re all the same.“ His finger slid below my chin, tilting my head up. „They only see this outer shell, not who I really am, beneath. You have. You’ve seen me without the glamour and illusions, even the ones I show my family, the farce I maintain just to survive. You’ve seen who I really am, and yet, you’re still here.“ He brushed his thumb over my skin, leaving a trail of icy heat. „You’re here, and the only dance I want is this one.”

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