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Lest I Forget (10)
“Sure…but don’t you have to go into the station?”
“Yeah, but the show’s not until three, so I’ll make it. I already have the script done, so there’s nothing to really prepare or anything. And I kinda want to get into the new house as soon as we can, you know?” she asked, hugging me tighter.
“Yeah, I know,” I replied, because I did. I had no idea why, but I wanted to get into our house as soon as possible. For the moment, though, I was simply too tired to care.
I think she could tell. She didn’t say anything, just led me back to the bedroom and got into bed with me. Before I could really process what was happening, her hands were all over me. My sweats were off within a minute, but when I tried to take hers off she pinned my hands to the bed. “Uh-uh, you just relax. I just want to show you how much I missed you. That means you don’t do a thing,” she said in a voice so low I could barely hear it. It was still enough to make me shiver, though. That reaction happened again a few times as she kissed her way down my body, stopping here and there to suck at nip at various places. I tangled my hands in her hair when she finally reached her destination, and I gasped her name as her tongue opened me up with its first long lick.
She took her time, kissing and licking softly and slowly at first, and increasing her speed and pressure as I felt myself getting closer. It didn’t take long, and I’m sure I must have been hurting her for as hard as my fingers were clenching in her hair. She eased herself back up my still trembling body and kissed me.
“Go to sleep, baby,” she mumbled when she finally pulled away, sounding pretty sleepy herself. After moving a little so I could finally remove her clothes and wrap her in my arms, I obeyed.
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I was amazed at how easy it was to pick out our furniture, and even more amazed at how little I actually cared about choosing it in the end. A few minutes after we’d walked into the store, Alice saw a really nice collection that was mostly black polished wood and leather. It was classy and subtle and I loved it as much as she did. We ended up getting the bedroom set as well as the dining room set, and round end tables for the living room. We even found a matching desk for the living room computer.
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So not filler, MT… I love the day-to-day stuff and the amazing connection and interaction between Alice and Dana. I don’t know of another writer that captures that as well as you do in both their thoughts and conversations. I love that Alice is still able to communicate — limited though it is. So sad, but, so true that Dana would prefer Alice bedridden and being able to talk. I gotta say: I’ve packed myself and had other folks do it and I prefer other folks doing it. I never thought I would, but, if you get good folks, it really is the way to go. I had one move where the mover actually fixed furniture that was broken before he put it in the truck. Look at me with my filler comments! ;-D I hope you are doing OK. I would so go to bed at 7 if I could swing it. Stupid work. In any case… Thanks for another incredible update to an amazing story, MT!!
heh I’ve stayed in my apartment for 12 yrs just cause I don’t want to pack, books and dvd’s alone would be a nightmare :)…Al’s comment about Shane building the bed took me right to when the three of them did the Love Boat commentary which was too effin funny…really great chap!!
beautiful!!!! great work. p.s hope everything is okay in life u really are a great writer :)
I haven’t commented in ages. Still love this story. It’s so poignant. Looking forward to reading more about the life story of Dana and Alice.
Loved it! No filler, don’t worry, this was great as always. Hope you feel better soon.
I love them! You’re writing is impeccable as always!Hope all is well with you! Sometimes you need to take time-out for yourself! I usually do it with wine, but that’s here nor there!!