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    The Burning Wheel. 5

    The Burning Wheel. 5

     

     

     

     

    She made it to the door that lead back to the staircase. I caught her arm and I pulled her toward me. She let me, no angry push from her just that sweet scent of her flooding me. I backed her up against the red bricked wall and I kissed her. She had both hands on my face as she pressed her body closer to me. Everything felt alive and in the moment. And we kissed trying so hard to get closer.

     

     

     

    Her hands moved down toward my neck. She switched her angle and I felt her tongue a little more. Such perfect kissing. My heart racing fast, faster, her hands in my hair messing and fussing making an all around mess of ourselves. I didn’t know what to do; I was running out of breath. I was running out of time. She was going to leave me again and I had nothing to make her stay.

     

     

     

    That moment came. We had to stop. We needed air. She was kissing my neck, my throat. Running her tongue along my jaw, teeth, lips, and all of her all on me. I let her. I willed her to do what she wanted, willed her to take what she wanted from me. Her hands made their way to my back. I loved it. I rested both my hands against the brick wall she was leaning on and I trapped her so she wouldn’t move. And we just breathed and kissed till our lips where burned and bruised.

     

     

     

    We where both hot bothered rumpled breathless sweating bundles of nerves and desire. And suddenly it hit me why she didn’t want to. Why she avoided me like I was the red death. I got lost looking at her. I got lost feeling her and the insanity of it hit me. This was not normal. It wasn’t right. We where wrong for each other, much like kerosene is wrong for open flames.

     

     

     

    I let myself stop and try to breathe and think. My hands slid off the red brick wall. My hands they slid down to her shoulders, her lips resting on my forehead, my hands slid down and I adjusted her rumpled black uniform. Her shirt, her trousers, the shoulder holster she wore, her hair, smoothing away all trace of my want of her, dowsing the kerosene with sand and truth.

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    Comments

    1. Phew. Just mindblowing. This forbidden desire they have is so strong, eletric, it’s jumping off these pages. The start where they are kissing but at the same time stopping and fixing their clothes, Carmen whispering ,it’s just so amazingly writen.

    2. I nearly fell off my chair at what Carmen whispered in Shane’s ear. I mean, it’s just wow, like Ragazzi said – it’s just so amazingly written. I’m gonna give my mind a moment to stop spinning before I go back and read this again.

    3. Go Shane! Stopping Carmen from leaving, luv that. Carmen being the older one trying to keep Shane at arms length, works so well. Can’t wait for the next post.

    4. The “re-dressing” bit was both so hot and sad, wow. Shane and Carmen are incredibly mature, you are taking these two to a higher level, that’s quite impressive. * * * * *

    5. I love how it can be so fricken primal with them. . . that little caveman thought in Shane’s head as they straightened each other’s clothes out. Or the fact that Shane’s telling people about her dinner date with Carmen, how Marina’s going to cook something nice. Then there are the little unsettling parts. Like Shane thinking that it was not going to work no matter how hard she tried. Like that dark thing that flashed in Bette’s eyes. Like “it will be good for a little while.” Stuff really keeps me guessing. It’s great, the way you give dimension to the storyline – the good, the ominous, a flash of hindsight. So, as always, awesome update. * * * * *

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