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    Hephaestus – Chapter 12

    ”You try so hard to be cold
    You try so hard to not show
    I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
    I give you all that I have, but you don’t see…”

    Shane grabs Carmen’s neck and pulls her in for a deep kiss.
    She quickly but silently unbuckles her seat belt and cups Carmen’s breast.
    Carmen moans into her mouth.
    Shane’s hand runs down slowly, disappearing under the blanket.
    Carmen jolts, and Shane smiles against her lips.
    “I am feeling much better, now…”, she whispers.
    Carmen exhales deeply.
    “Yes I feel it…”, she answers.
    “Do you?”.
    “Yes… definitely…”.
    Carmen’s hips silently moving towards Shane’s hand.
    “Fuck…”, she mouths soundlessly.
    Shane’s wet lips on her neck, on the soft portion of skin behind her ear.
    Carmen leans back her head and tightens her legs, entrapping Shane’s hand between them.
    “Carmen…”.
    “You know Shane what happened between us in New York was totally unexpected to me”, Carmen whispers rapidly.
    “I didn’t want it to. I though I didn’t need it. But I do…”.
    Shane’s fingers hot against her wet skin.
    “Do you need me?”, Shane teases her, squeezing Carmen’s hand as her knees become weaker, weaker.
    “Yes I need you… I need this… I need to feel alive, and you make me feel alive…”.
    Carmen bites her bottom lip, her eyes still closed, her hips still moving against Shane’s fingers.
    “I need you too…”, Shane confesses, “You know I do…”.
    She purses her lips not to moan, because it would be loud. She squeezes her eyes feeling Carmen’s climax approaching, and feeling her own climax approaching.
    “When Jenny called me that night, I cursed myself for answering the phone…”, Carmen continues, quickly, as if she has no time, “…Because I knew what I was risking, meeting you. I knew what I was risking inviting you home, asking you to come with me…”.
    “Come with me…”, Shane repeats into her ear.
    Carmen turns around and bites her neck, making her wince with pain and pleasure.
    “…You are my curse and my blessing… Loving you is like walking on a thin ice…”.
    “I know…”, in a low moan, as she reaches the deep inside of her.
    “…But we are so tied up that it scares me…”. As her body starts shaking.
    “Why can’t I keep my hands off you?”.

    ”Now I know that my eyes must close here
    Every word seems to feel like you don’t care
    But I know that you’re so confused and afraid
    I just want to be one true thing that don’t fade
    I don’t wanna give up tomorrow
    I just can’t understand why we’re going on
    I don’t wanna be sad, I don’t wanna be scared
    I won’t wait for you in silence
    I see the road is long”

    Carmen doesn’t answer. But her hand moves so skillfully on
    – inside –
    Shane’s body that words are completely useless.
    “Christ…”, Shane murmurs gritting her teeth.
    Carmen swallows.
    “…Remember when you told me to show you one boob?”.
    Shane frowns and then smiles, nodding, with her eyes closed.
    “…That night I decided that I couldn’t stay away from you anymore…”, Carmen mutters, pulling Shane’s hand down, down into her panties.
    “What a stupid joke…”, Shane says, chuckling soundlessly.
    Carmen kisses her deeply, feverishly.
    “Yes, you were very silly… But so adorable and tragic and sexy…”, she murmurs, nibbling her lower lip.
    “Next time we fight…”, Shane gulps, “…I will say something equally childish…”.
    “Did you think about me?”, Carmen asks out of the blue.
    “When?”.
    “When you fucked those other women…”. Her eyes narrowed, trying hard to focus.
    There’s no trace of anger in her voice.
    Shane tries hard to catch a breath.
    “Yes…”, she admits at last.
    “What were you thinking?”.
    Shane tilts her head slightly.
    “I thought that I would never met you again… I thought that you had forgotten me… I thought that I wanted you to be there…”.
    “So the answer is yes…”. In a breath.
    “Yes… No day has passed without me thinking of you”.
    Shane remarks the concept sinking deeper into Carmen’s body.
    She slowly nibbles her ear.
    “You know what?”.
    “What?”. Carmen’s voice is weak. Carmen is completely at her mercy.
    “I don’t give a fuck if all the passenger will hear us…”.
    Carmen’s answer is just a moan.
    “I want to make you come… I need it, I need you, I love you”.
    “Shane…”. Carmen’s thighs trembling.
    “I know…I feel you”.
    “Shane… fuck…”.
    “Let it go…”.
    “Shane…”.

    ”You try so hard to be heard
    You try so hard to not hurt
    I give you nothing to doubt, and you doubt me
    I give you all that I have, but you don’t see”
    *

    TBC

    **
    SOUNDTRACK:
    * “Howl” (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club)

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