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As Sure As The Sun PT 8
As Sure As The Sun PT 8
CH 22
You come and cry!
I don’t really care nowhere,
I wish I’d be nice to you
Well its time to fight……
We have a 20 hour flight and I am still angry with Shane. We where supposed to go Finland or Iceland I couldn’t remember what Jimmie said, but we got the call and instead we are heading to some place called Kuala Lumpur which I found out is in Malaysia. Once we get there we are to make contact with a guy who calls himself Achilles. Like the Brad Pitt movie. I can’t remember when Shane and I first met but I remember that. Go figure.
We killed time in New York catching a baseball game. Something called a playoff game. Turns out that Shane liked baseball, I didn’t know that and the real Carmen didn’t know it either. Turns out there are a lot of things the real Carmen didn’t know about Shane. Like the baseball thing. Shane liked the Mets. And I asked her why and she told me because they have orange in their uniforms. So I ask her why that was the selling point. And she told me it was her racing colors back home.
Another thing that I have over the real Carmen is the ability to make Shane scream in bed. She told me she never really did that with me, (the real Carmen.) So I have something that she does not. Of course this makes Shane really mad when I say the real Carmen. She keeps insisting that I am the real Carmen. And I have to keep on telling her I am not. I am the new Carmen. The real Carmen would have remembered that Shane’s birthday was yesterday. Oh and let’s not forget Shane’s weird drunk thing. The real Carmen didn’t come home to that. I did.
The plane is kinda full. I notice as I look around. And Shane is listing to her music really loud in her headphones and it is pissing me off. I wonder if the real Carmen got to know Shane the way I do? I wonder if the real Carmen finds it weird to hear Shane yelling in her sleep, if she finds it weird how needy Shane is, or how much of a drinking problem Shane has? I wonder how she dealt with it? I wonder if she has a hard time thinking around her? I wonder how many times a day they made love? I wonder if we do it more? I wonder most of all why is it I love her so much but I can’t say it.
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(21 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5)
lovely writing NDF! I absolutely enjoy your stories. It’s great to see Shane and Carmen in this predicament. The energy, the tension and the heat is excellent and all well balanced. Can’t forget great sex. No mushy “make love to me please” stuff (which is only good in moderation, lol). The rawness is refreshing and please keep it that way. With the lives you have these characters leading, I doubt there’s any other way. LOL Keep ’em coming…hard! ;D
I love how their desire for each other is barely contained at all times. These two are so fucking hot together, thank you for writing this, it is brilliant! And I thought it was great when Shane said “you remember the ab roller, but not me?” Now that’s the stuff of greatness.
Amazing update as ususal, the grittiness of this fic is so addicting!
I can’t say enough how much your version of these two, work so well. They love eachother w/ that up in your face ‘take no prisoners’ type of passion, very cool. That gritty sex makes it twice as nice. Great stuff. Thanx.
As usual, great update!!
[I actually wrote this first part as soon as I finished reading the line: “They are said to be the tallest towers in the world. I can’t figure our why that sounds weird to me.”] Fuck. That struck a chord, a really fucked up chord. I had to stop reading for about two or three minutes, get up and let my head deal with the thought. Those two lines packed an overwhelming punch, especially this week; it still hurts to think about it. You know what I mean?