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    Unwitting

    Story written on August 27, 2009 by veba.
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    Chapter 8 — In the Night of Matter, Black Flowers Blossom

    Chapter 8 — In the Night of Matter, Black Flowers Blossom

    “So?”, on the damp, black street outside a car passed by. The reflection of its headlights reached the windows, then disappeared. “So, how is it?”. 

    Carmen turned her head and blinked painfully. She could guess Shane’s body kneeled down behind her, her black hair and her head tilting, angling meditatively near her skin. She couldn’t see anything else, really, but it was so easy, for Carmen, to picture Shane’s face, now. The narrowed green eyes staring at the tattoo on the small of her back and on her sides, and near the most private part of her — a part that Shane was learning to know by heart, its rhythms, its heat, its taste – the small dimple between her slightly furrowed eyebrows, the pouting lips.

    “Shane…?”, Carmen called her out. It was nothing but an insecure murmur. They were in Shane’s bathroom and the white bulbs framing the mirror were all switched on, making Carmen’s eyes watering – a little – and burning — too much. 

    Shane didn’t reply and Carmen started to worry.

    Plick plick plick. Drops fell into the sink and Shane’s fingers removed the bandage and —

    “Shane… just tell me. Just tell me, please…”, Carmen bit her bottom lip and winced, “…Does it suck? It’s ugly, isn’t it?”.

    Then she heard Shane sneer.

    “Actually, it’s perfect”, Shane stated, quietly.

    Carmen sighed and let out a tentative chuckle.

    “Are you serious?”.

    “Yup”. Shane stood up, her warm palm resting against Carmen’s spine, her lips immediately on Carmen’s neck. Instinctively, Carmen tossed her head back, resting it on Shane’s shoulder. She felt Shane’s chest rising and falling against her back and her hand moved, blindly, until it reached the small portion of naked skin between Shane’s t-shirt and jeans. 

    Carmen hooked her fingers into Shane’s belt and tugged. Then, she pushed Shane in, closer. Shane’s hands on Carmen’s hips, now, and her kisses turned into a soft nibbling, a nuzzling into Carmen’s neck.

    “Does it hurt?” her smoky smoky voice asked. It sounded soft. 

    Carmen smiled and sighed, sighed and smiled, and her hand let go of Shane’s belt to reach her face, stroking her cheek.

    “Not too much. I just feel a little sore”. 

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