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    Paradise Lost & Found (part-2 conclusion)

     

    I feel a shiver go down my spine, the fine hairs at the back of my neck standing at attention. I know this feeling, my body’s reaction to your nearness, my skin yearning for your touch. But it can’t be you. You won’t be here for a couple of hours. Because you denied this connection, you regret our kiss. I sigh, pick up the carrots I cut and turn around.    

     

    “Hi.”

    You are standing there, at my door, looking so stunningly beautiful in your casual jeans and tank top that for a second I can do nothing else but stare at you.

     

    “Hey.”

    Ah, yes, stellar example of an intelligent answer though at least it is appropriate for the situation. Still you don’t look too impressed.

     

    “Can I come in?”

    Your question would sound silly at any other time since the door is opened and technically one could argue that you are already inside. But there is a tension building that makes the air around us thicker and harder to draw into my lungs. And your asking is heavy with meaning deeper than just the crossing over the threshold. Or maybe I’m just imagining things, my heart’s desires fogging up my brain.

     

     “Kit and Angie won’t be back from Anaheim for a couple of hours.”

     “I came early. I hope you don’t mind.”

    You shrug your shoulders as you answer. False innocence I am sure. You exude confidence and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

     

     “No. It’s fine.”

    I smile nervously. I can feel the palms of my hands starting to sweat and my heart picking up it’s pace in my chest. It’s not fine. Fine is too bland of a word to describe what we are doing. This circling closer and closer, this complex dance of steps forward and jumps backwards, of pushing away and pulling closer, it’s a tango, it’s passionate and smouldering and threatens to consume us both.

     

    I pull on my shirt self consciously and stir the vegetables. I need to focus on something other than you, in my house, the house that used to be ours, looking at me with that fire burning so bright in your eyes.

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    Comments

    1. Woohoo, another story from Sabina. Your descriptions of their emotions is so on, I think you must have been in the writers meeting :). Thanks for the story, hope you’ll be back soon

    2. Once again left speechless. I’ll try and write anyway! That was great, your words to describe Bette’s emotion feel very realistic. Just like you read her mind. i loved it, I really hope to read more from you!

    3. wow! I loved the “We are two halves of the same whole” part. God, I think I should go and watch the scene one more time and after that a cold shower coming! please, keep writing and post soon!

    4. *THUD*………..you totally captivate me with your words….omg…if you decide to do the 2nd love scene, i know i will need a cold shower. ty Sabina for the smile on my face

    5. OMFG!!!! You were so on point w/your description that I lost my breath! ;-) I think that you’ve achieved the rank of Jedi Master of NC-17s w/these two stories.

    6. That was magnificent! What a phenomenal introspective of both Bette and Tina. If these were your first fan fic…move over everybody….Sabina is in the house!

    7. WOW, AMAZING, JUST DAMN GOOD! It was like I was right there seeing this encounter takes place through Bette’s eyes. I have chill bumps from the closeness of Bette and Tina.

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