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    city of angels-6

    “I have to go,” she doesn’t dare look at me. I can see that she is fighting it, and I want her to know that she isn’t alone.

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    The feel of her lips on mine, the taste of her mouth, her tongue swirling, teasing me. I can’t get enough of her, of her tan skin that is covered in tattoos. Of her tongue that is so fucking talented, or of her voice that makes me wet as she says those words that I wish I knew.

    The music filtering in through the black curtain that is hiding us from the rest of the world. There voices mixing with the notes, making a new song that we don’t hear. The edge of the counter cutting into my lower back, and all I care about is her hand on my chin and her tongue in my mouth. I push her into the chair that turns around full tilt, making us laugh before I can’t take not having her near me. Fuck I missed her eyes, the way they looked at me asking for more. I take off my jacket, wanting to feel more of her skin, fuck I feel like I’m losing my mind.

    The blur of clothes, of skin on skin, her breast her ass. The way she moans when I kiss that spot behind her ear, how she runs her hand through my hair when I kiss down her neck. The little tugs when I lick her breast, the anticipation of feeling her around me. Of the heat that came from her, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. The way she sighed when I went down, how she moaned my name, making it impossible to think. I loved the feel of her nails on my back, the slight sting of pain.

    I could hear a faint yelling coming from the other side and I don’t care, all I hear are her moans, her sighs and that way she says my name. The water was ice cold, freezing on my skin, and she disappeared again. All that is here is the blinding light, the empty bed and Syd with a bucket.

    “Ha-ha…” her laughter was cruel cutting into my pounding head as I realise that it was just a dream. That she could never be mine again, and the remaining part that is left of my heart breaks again. “Get out of bed we have work.”

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    Comments

    1. YES!! Go for a drive! Go for a drive! God, I love this story (have I mentioned that before?). I love knowing exactly what Shane and Carmen are thinking and feeling; it just makes everything so real, and super intense. Awesome detail, too. You even got the uncharacteristically cold weather in there. (one morning sometime last week there was *ice* on my windshield. WTF!)

    2. Yeeeeeaaaahh!!!! go for the drive baby!!!! make them go on a long ass road trip if u can!!.. haha… u capture their feeling and thoughts very beautifully.. i lurve ur writing! PPS!

    3. Drive ? Sure ! Let’s drive to the nearest dark spot, or the nearest bed, or the nearest couch, or the nearest kitchen table, or the nearest jacuzzi, or the nearest beach. Just drive and get some ! ;D

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