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    Always Her

    The ringing of the doorbell woke me from a slight slumber. Reality television had caused me to doze off once again. The things people will subject themselves to for fifteen minutes of fame and money never cease to amaze me. Facing mortal embarrassment just to be able to brag about having done something ‘worthwhile’.

    I stood up and sighed as I walked to the door. I knew it was her. There was no one else it could possibly be. It was predictable and yet spontaneous at the same time. It was always her.

    I barely had time to look into her eyes before she pulled me into a slow and needy kiss. Our lips gently moving to their own beat. I pulled away and clicked the door shut.

    We made our way to my bedroom; she to her favorite spot on the bed and me to the stereo to play our music. As the room filled with the first of our songs I sat beside her. She put her head on my shoulder and I instinctively, protectively, placed my arm around her. I felt each breath she took, in and out, as she snuggled closer. Soon our breathing was in sync and I lay back on the plush pillows.

    Her head immediately found the left side of my chest enabling her to listen to the soft thump of my heartbeat. My left hand reached up and into her hair, gently soothing her. It was a routine I was quite accustomed to. One I would someday dearly miss.

    She placed her hand under my shirt and began to slowly run her fingers over my tanned abdomen. I inhaled sharply, never quite getting used to the effect her touch had on me. She sat up gently, causing my arm to fall to the cool silk sheet. She inched my shirt up while looking at me with a slight question in her eyes. I sat up and allowed her to remove the garment. I reached over and did the same to her, tossing both to the floor.

    We leaned in at the same time until our lips met. Her hands found the back of my head and neck while mine cupped her face. It started slowly, my fingers brushing the flawlessness of her skin while she tugged my hair lightly. I ran my tongue along her lip and she accepted. Our tongues had established their own dance long ago. One I would never forget. And one that none other could ever compare to.

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    Comments

    1. totally want it to be a full story… one question though… was the first person ashley? or spencer? i want to know, so please please turn it onto a story… ????

    2. Woohooo :) congrats on ur 1st post!!I knew u had it in ya…This was good! U sure u’re gonna leave it as a one-shot? Could be the start of a longgggggg story here… Please consider it.Throw whatever u want at me…I’m so gonna read it ;)

    3. I’m already in love with this story. There’s no way this can only be a one-shot. This is a great beginning to what could be an amazing story. I know I’ll keep reading as long as you keep posting.

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