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As she was telling this, I notice Shane doesn?t talk with her hands, she?s straight to the point. It?s one more thing I love about her.
?And instead of taking the time to pull it loose you just free-fell??
?Pretty much,? Shane grins and I slide my hand up the back of her neck, feeling blindly for that blonde spot on her hair.
She reaches for me again with her mouth and we kiss a kiss buttery soft and just as sweet. I?m infatuated with this girl, but telling her that now would be like playing poker with a handful of duds; much too risky. Instead I watch her take the sheet that was clamped beneath my elbow and slide it down my skin. She comes to the spot on my left thigh where the skin puckers somewhat to form a jagged line running almost all of the way to my knee. I hate that scar.
?He died??
?Mm. We were in an old school Camino, there were no airbags. We were lucky for seatbelts.?
?I?m?sorry.? Shane looks blankly at me and blinks, swallowing in that nervous way of hers.
?It?s okay?we know he?s in a better place. Angelo is our angel. Someday you?ll have to come over and have my mom tell you stories of him. He was a great kid.? I stop myself and bite down hard on my bottom teeth, feeling them grind some. I think I?m overstepping here.
?I?d like that.? Shane replies softly and sincerely and I relax, feeling my jaw unclench.
We sit there for a moment, still and silent, watching each other with eyes wide and fingers trailing gently over smooth and somewhat glowing skin, basking in such an intense afterglow, I?m surprised we aren?t generating light for the room. I touch her again, just against her shoulder and bring the tip of my nimble index finger around it, finally stopping to draw a heart with invisible ink and kiss it when I?m finished. This action makes Shane smile and she leans forward to do the same. This time, however, it?s on the exposed skin of my stomach and before I know it I?m rolled onto my back and I?m staring up at my sweet catastrophe.
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:D beautiful. thx 4 tht.
Ditto! Absolutely beautiful. Great morning after.
Gorgeous! I love the way you linger on physical details in a way that gives them their due, painting the picture, showing and not telling, but without cliche. I especially like your depiction of Shane and her fragility, that was lovely. More! :D
that was damn beautiful!!!
I must agree wholeheartedly with NOVEMBER. I planned on reading all night till work because I couldn’t sleep but you’ve ruined that for me. BEcause I always have to stop on a good note so I will have to find something else to do for 5 hours…I’m not joking. You’ve left me speechless and afraid to pick my pen back up and start writing which i had planned for this week. With one line you’ve shattered my writting aspirations. …”My sweet catastrophe” I could never top that…hat off to you man and keep them coming I’m hooked.
MAGNIFICENT.This is a fic that I enjoyed from start to finish. I love it that you chose Carmen to be the narrator of the story. Does it mean the fic is over?:( PLEASE RECONSIDER:)I’ll buy you flowers:)
I totally agree with everyone here. especially November and TheRealJLO took the words outta my mouth. I’m speechless and hooked.
I loved it. I always wished that the show had shown more of the morning after.
I’m smiling and I can’t stop! Beautifully written, the way you got Carmen’s thoughts down just nothin short of awesome. Please post another fic soon!
Its BeaUtifuLL !! i love it!! haih, can almost picture the whole scene from ur descriptions. totally different writing style from the other writers i have read in here, before this.