Arabian Pleasure:

By: Melfina61

Disclaimer: check out the lyrics chapter and the prologue.

A/N: Hey everyone Chapter 2 now up. Just need some more reviews people. I'd like to know that what I'm writing is good or not good. So please review review review!

~Chapter 2~

She was ready to face the obstacle that awaited her in the study; she put on her cool and composed face to show her fearless nature. She was ready to face her future husband. BUT! She was NOT ready for the man sitting before her. She was not ready to see those piercing blue eyes that seemed to gaze into her very soul, or his slicked back golden hair, or his lips, set in a straight and even line, very composed and professional. He was indeed handsome, very handsome in that black tailored suite, with his straight posture that spoke of wisdom and age. Yes, he was older, quite older than she was and that gave him a more dominate and powerful appearance nonetheless. Samira began to feel things that she never felt before, nor did she really want to feel. This was the man she was forced to marry, how could she feel anything for this man, she really couldn't or could she? Samira hid her confused thoughts, resumed her cool composure, and looked straight into the eyes of her future husband.

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She's beautiful! Quatre thought. Standing there next to Mohammad, Samira raised her eyes slowly and gazed into his. Quatre had trouble breathing. He couldn't think nor pin point what she was doing to make him feel this way. She was covered in a yellow robe and a matching veil that covered her hair, and the only thing visible to him was her face, a face that beamed with perfection. Not only did she have those haunting brown eyes which seemed huge and oh so innocent, she had beautifully shaped cheekbones, a nose that wasn't to small nor too big that and her lips - her red, vibrant and pouted lips was calling to him, wanting to be kissed. Her entire being screamed with innocence, which aroused Quatre even more.

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in pain

I dream of love as time runs through my hands

Groaning inwardly, Quatre had to put himself together, after all, she was only a mere girl, his future wife. He had to remember what she should mean to him, a housewife and mother, that's it, that's all. With his mind made up he masked whatever emotion this girl was causing him and gazed back into those dark haunting eyes.

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Yes, this was a good match indeed, Abdul thought. Quatre will treat his beautiful habiba well and she will treat him well. Oh Allah has been good to him, to grant his wish. Now he won't have to worry about the well being of his daughter's future. After giving a prayer on thanksgiving to the all might Allah, he proceeded to introduce his daughter,

"Quatre, this is my daughter Samira, your future wife. Samira come closer and meet Quatre." Samira obeyed her father and walked closer to them. Quatre out of good manners, rose and slightly bowed to Samira. Standing in front of Samira with his bowed form, Quatre was clearly taller by a good few inches.

"Hello, Samira is it? I pray for happiness and fulfillment in our marriage to come." Strange, Quatre thought, how convincing he sounded even to his own ears.

"Well," Abdul interrupted, "I leave you two to discuss amongst yourselves." Abdul left them both standing face to face. The room seemed to have gotten smaller and smaller to Samira, after all Quatre seemed to dominate the entire room with his cool stare. He smiled at her, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Quatre sat down and encouraged Samira to sit as well.

"Sit Samira, and tell me about yourself, other than what your father as told me already."

"What has he told you?" Samira replied quietly. She seemed to be avoiding eye-contact with him, which to Quatre was all the better, the more he didn't have to see those haunting eyes the cooler he felt. Which was a good thing.

"Oh, just what kind of a wife you'd make, how well behaved you are and…obedient."

"What else is there that you need to know then? It seems my father told you all that is needed. Am I wrong?"

"Possibly not, I was just trying to make conversation, as it seems your father wants us to speak about something. What of your mother? Why isn't she here with you and your father?" Samira stiffened, not a good sign. She slowly raised her eyes to meet his and whispered,

"My mother is dead. Anything else you would like to know?" Quatre stared speechless. He wasn't expecting such a reply and he wasn't expecting this overwhelming feeling to pull Samira into his arms and comfort her.

"Well I hope everything is in order," Abdul announced as he entered the room, "You two got to know each other a little bit no? Good! I'm so glad. Thanks to Allah for such an arrangement. Unfortunately, it is time for us to go, but by this time next week you will be together again and very married." Mohammad guided Samira and Abdul to the door as Quatre stood watching them as they left - watching her. Samira gazed back at her future husband and Quatre couldn't help but see the hidden fire - such innocence in those dark depths. Quatre gave a silent prayer, asking for strength, for he knew somehow that he won't be able to forget those enchanting eyes.

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And later on that night as Quatre laid asleep in bed, he knew he was right. Samira was in his dreams watching him with her haunting dark eyes, calling him to release that hidden fire.

~TO BE CONTINUED~

A/N: Hey so what did you think? Please let me know and review ok. It'll make me a lot happier. May your dreams be filled with Arabian Pleasure