Rehab - YDW Style.....see inside for support group details....

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:wave: Hi girls. Been busy. Extra hours at work. :angry: Still, gotta eat...:lol:

Anyway, Midnight and Time Immortal almost ready.

No snippets yet. Can't decide which ones to post. Will look tomorrow when I've more time.

Peace. :flirt:
 
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Hi everyone:
I have been away for awhile, so good to be back, makes you really appreciate everything we have here.
 
And if you wondered, going cold turkey knowing that YDW is working her magic, was as awful as you might imagine! There is no rehab for me YDW, so you just have to keep writing!!!!!!
Thanks YDW :D
 
:wave: Hi girls. Midnight is gonna be lonnnnnnnnnnnnng...:drool: JT Bono is proving to be very persuasive:

Seeing as you've been waiting for so long here's an extra long snippet::drool::drool:



<He speaks then, his words soft. “Come to bed with me.”

My head whips up and I gawk at him. He speaks again, an intense look on his face.

“Come on, come to bed with me, Sophie.”

“But I can’t.”

One eyebrow rises in his forehead. His voice is still a whisper. “Why not?”

“Well, it’s…it’s… it’s the middle of the day for a start.”

“No, it’s not. It’s just after 9:00. Ages til the middle of the day.”

“But…”

And he’s persistent. “Sophie. Honey.” And his other hand is reaching for my face now. His big, thick fingers are touching my cheek, stroking it, stroking the hair away from my skin and in a whispered breath he continues; “You wouldn’t stay last night. Stay with me now. Lie with me now.”

And I look right into his blue eyes, confusion and want crowding for recognition. “But I’m dressed, I’m…”

“So, undress.”

“I…”

And he’s still stroking my hair away from my face to rest it over my shoulder. “Come on Sophie.” He’s whispering. “We need this. We both need this.”

“Odin…”

A tiny smile lights his eyes. “There’s not enough room for Odin.” And although that’s all he says, his eyes are still requesting the same thing. Come to bed with me.

I look away from him now, down at my hands and begin to wring them in my lap. “I don’t know. It…”

“Honey… “ And he’s still whispering, looking down at my hands as I wring them. And as I look at them, one of his big hands comes into my line of vision and with it, he covers them both. “Baby girl…How long has it been since someone held you?”

I remain silent.

So he continues for me. “I mean, really, really held you?”

My eyes fill up again as his hand blurs in my lap. “…A while…It’s been a while…”

“A while? I think It’s been a little bit longer then a while, don’t you?”

I nod.

“And how long is it since you lay down next to someone and had him make a fuss o’ you? Had him hold you close so that you could feel his breath in your hair and his hand on your thigh?” And his other hand is still on the back of my neck, just below my hairline and inside my collar.

Something makes me want to cry. I pull in a breath and look at the wall above the bed, knowing that my tears are leaving tracks on my cheeks.

I want to be free.

I want to be free of all the shite I carry in my head. But it’s so hard to let go. “It’s been years.” I whisper suddenly feeling ashamed at having to admit that I hadn’t been close to anyone for such a long time.

I can feel his eyes on me as his fingers stroke the back of my neck. He’s looking right at me even though my hair is falling on either side of my face. He’s considering me, examining me, studying me. And at last he speaks, his breath a mere whisper, just as one tear drop falls onto the back of his hand in my lap.

We both look at it.

“Then let’s change that. Let’s change it right now.” And he raises his eyes to mine as though waiting for me to disagree but when he sees that I can’t he’s suddenly wrapping both of his big hands around me and he’s lifting me.

“No!” I whisper holding out one of my hands and touching his chest. “You mustn’t! Your chest! You’ll strain your chest!” And I shrug him off, push him away and swallow hard as my eyes meet his. “Alright!” And I look at him feeling a little breathless. “Alright.”

And I stand. “Just wait a minute.” And I’m walking round the bed, kicking off my slippers and pulling my jumper over my head.>


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Do we haaaaaave to wait till the weekend???
Please say it ain't so...
*grovels shamelessly*:bow:
 
dragonfly, where is your avi from? great picture of b, there.:drool:

I recently asked the same question, and was told that it is from Africa 2006. I think he looks amazingly beautiful in this picture:heart::heart:

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Thought you might enjoy a larger version.
 
:wave: Hi girls. I know it's been an age since I posted anything. Life has up and bit me on the arse a lot lately so fic has had to take a back seat. However, I've got quite a lot of Time Immortal done :)drool: I never realised how sexy Adam is until I sat down and wrote him :drool:). I've also done loads of Midnight :)drool:JT B :drool: He's the stuff hot dreams are made of :drool:) but I can't quite get across what I want to say. It all sounds crap. Anyway, your requests are noted :flirt: and I'll try to get both posted as soon as. Christine is lagging a bit, sorry...:reject:
 
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