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“I have heard this from you already. You want me to know that you love me even though we are fucked up in different ways…right?”
“You are so callous sometimes. You have no feelings sometimes.” Hurt and coming from her.
“Neither do you Carmen.”
“So I guess it comes down to this…do you still love me?”
Yes…….wow that was fast, fast enough to hold it back from her.
“Shane?”
“What?”
“I asked you a question…”
The soup that is the sky looks like it will give at any minute raining alphabet noodles on us.
“I never stopped.”
“Shane…”
“Really I never stopped….I love your tits…..what can I say they are perfect…’
And she laughs. It’s all nasal and loud and scary but its Carmen and I love it. The lava that is us it bubbles. It boils and turns and is this close to bringing us…….closer.
“What is it that you want? We have danced around each for so long… don’t you think we should stop before someone get hurt?”
No answer just Carmen staring at the ground of my shitty trailer.
“How am I supposed to trust you?”
Still no answer.
“Carm?”
“I don’t have an answer. You can’t hold me accountable for something she did.”
“You are the one who bought her up. I didn’t say a fucking thing about it.”
“Shane?”
“I mean it…..you are the one who still brings it up.”
“You are right….you will always be right about it….”
“How is Marco?”
“Not too good. He hates me…..he misses you.”
“I miss him too…..I missed you…..even though you don’t really deserve it….”
“You missed me?” Low…so low…sub harmonic…..it goes so far into me….the way she says it….
“Well yeah just cause I hate you doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”
She smirks at me. I don’t want to talk anymore and neither does she. I move toward her. her hands grab me as soon as I get close to her. Lips meet mine. Tongue meets mine. Hands drag my jacket off. Tongues move dancing a tango of tangles. Hands move me back a little. Hands pull my t-shirt up over my head. Contact of her mouth and my mouth broken. Hand roams my stomach. Smooth hands, warm hands. Fingertips trace muscles. I take her and pull her so close to me. Perfume is still the fucking same.
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uhhhhh ya im speachless as well except for WOW……
I’m the worst fan ever cause I haven’t commented in forever. I’m sorry. I love everything you are doing. And I love you cause you posted on my birthday! So good job for that as well. Love.
AMAZING!!! cant wait for you to continue
I’m speechless.
you always do it and youve done it once again. each and every word was brilliant. perfectly structured sentences. i dun blame either of them for having the kind of feelings they are goin thru ryt now, i understand both of em, not gonna make any assumptions i wana wait for ur surprises. oh and the songs are always perfect so was this one.
Wow, that was hot and *intense*.
Whenever these two are together I am drawn to their every word, they are so brutally honest with each other and yet they go through so much to be together. Wonderful update and like everyone else, cant wait for more!!
I don’t think you have ever left us wanting more than with this update! Their feelings are so raw and so damn close to the surface. I am glad Shane is resistent it makes Carmen work that much more which she needs to do to make it real! Love it!