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Drea said:
No I do not!! :p

Yeesh, start looking at stuff elsewhere on the net... :madspit: :wink:

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Sad_Girl said:
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What is it, you wonder, about the quiet, brooding type? They keep you guessing, wondering. He certainly does, anyway. Now here you are, alone, finally. Only, there aren’t any words in your head. None of the millions of questions you’ve always thought you would ask him, if you only had the chance.

The only thing in your mind right now is how good he looks. How good he smells. How good he would feel, if you could touch him. Standing there, looking like that, you want to protect him from whatever is making him so sad. You step in close, close enough that when he breathes, the soft fabric of his T-shirt brushes against your dress. You duck your head into his line of view and look into those stormy blue eyes. Stormy blue eyes with long eyelashes, eyes that are so intense it takes your breath away.

“So serious.” You say playfully, smiling softly at him, and the corner of his mouth twitches slightly in response. You reach a hand up to stroke his cheek. The skin is surprisingly soft, one of the things which gives him such a baby faces appearance. He turns his face into your palm and kisses it, sending a shot of electricity down your arm, and when it hits your shoulder the electricity spreads out through your whole body, getting stronger rather than dissipating.

You lean in, raise yourself up on tip toes, your chest pressed firmly against his now. He looks down at you, those moody eyes searching your own. You can feel his breath, hot on your skin. You swallow nervously, and try to control your breathing. The moment is too intense to be controlled, though, and he can feel you trembling. Finally you gather the courage to move that tiny bit further and brush your lips against his. He lets out a long, slow breath and leans into your kiss like sinking into a hot bath. One of your hands slides up into his hair, caressing the skin on the back of his neck. Your other hand slides around his waist and up the back of his shirt, to stroke his well muscled back.

He moans against your mouth and finally those incredibly strong hands come out of his pockets to wrap around you. One hand rests against the small of your back and sends heat like liquid fire spreading out from it in every direction. The other brushes your hair aside for his gentle mouth to slip down the side of your throat. You gasp and hang on tight to him as he guides you backwards. Down, down, down until you’re lying in the soft grass looking up at the night sky as those hands become bolder, seeking out the places left concealed from all but those closest to you.

“Make me forget.” He asks you, a soft whisper in your ear. His voice is pleading, needful. You shiver at the power of such a request, but you’re eager to comply. You slide the T-shirt off his back, up over his shoulders and head as he rolls over to the side. Now his back is on the grass while you slide up the length of him, lips and tongue caressing the midline of his belly and chest, your hands warming the skin your mouth misses. You straddle his hips, rocking back and forth gently and looking down at him now, watching the sadness leave his pretty eyes. His hands are on your hips as you slip the buttons from their holes and your dress slides down your shoulders to pool around your hips. With each movement you can see the sadness being swept away, replaced by desire, and it drives you on…





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Still vacationing at home, SG. So I take it you didn't completely lose your U2 captions and fanfic folder? :wink:

... because as you may remember, I lost my fanfic last year when my old hard drive died. :sad:
 
jobob said:
Still vacationing at home, SG. So I take it you didn't completely lose your U2 captions and fanfic folder? :wink:

... because as you may remember, I lost my fanfic last year when my old hard drive died. :sad:

Fortunately My compulsive backing up my back ups backups worked out for me - :lol: I had to go back and the only one I lost/have to get off WTE is Out of control :up:

that really sucks; I can only imagine losing everything like that :no: :hug:
 
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