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Unwitting
“Mmm-mmm…”, Shane practically purred. She turned Carmen around and pulled back, just a little, moving a strand of hair away from Carmen’s face.
“It’s amazing, you know. I mean…”, Shane’s eyes wandered. Carmen’s neck, collarbone, jaw line. Then they stopped on Carmen’s lips, “…I was sure you were gonna make it. I felt it in my guts. But it’s still amazing how you could remember such an elaborate painting by heart…”.
”Shame, such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself again
Day, yesterday
Really should be leaving but I stay…”
Carmen smiled delicately.
“Your tattooist is very good. He helped me a lot. Anyway… yeah, I think I’ve drawn that pattern hundreds of times when I was a little girl… so it was quite easy, after all”.
“It’s sexy”. The corners of Shane’s mouth lifted slightly, lopsidedly, but Carmen wasn’t able to intercept such a small gesture, yet.
“It’s Mayan. Not sexy, just Mayan”, she corrected her, playfully.
Shane exhaled through her nostrils, then entangled her fingers into the thickness of Carmen’s hair, guiding her mouth onto her own. She kissed Carmen and as she kissed her, she closed her eyes. Carmen’s hands cupped both sides of Shane’s face, her thumbs brushing and stroking Shane’s skin as she opened her mouth in the kiss.
Shane moaned and pulled back silently. Instinctively, she licked her bottom lip.
“Why did you choose to get tattooed?”, she asked, calmly.
Carmen blinked. Then, she grabbed Shane’s shirt, gently, and again tugged, tugged, tugged. Small gestures, infinitesimal moments to build a world between the two of them. It was somehow amazing.
“I’ve always wanted to have it tattooed. Even more, I wanted, I needed my skin to be marked with that pattern…”.
Shane breathed Carmen’s air. She was very close, so close to Carmen’s face and her eyelids were becoming heavy, heavy. The tension was slowly building again between the two of them and, honestly, they both didn’t know how to resist.
“You have Mayan ancestors?”, Shane asked, her voice low. Again, instinctively, she bit her lips.
Carmen smiled and slightly brushed Shane’s neck. Her fingers rested right under Shane’s earlobe, then they went down, reaching the collar of her shirt. Then they closed on the fabric, pulled slightly.
“Yes. Supposedly, my father was some kind of Mayan medicine man. I never met him. This tattoo is for him”, she explained, very softly.
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Damn, I love this story sooo much! THX for the update… hope to see an update soon again.,. SHARMEN ROCKS!