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Post by larue on Dec 24, 2006 23:53:15 GMT 10
Very nice job! Coulda...shoulda been a little longer though. Woulda made me happier.
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kcabrasil
Countess of Luby
Could I be more mess up?
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Post by kcabrasil on Dec 25, 2006 0:24:53 GMT 10
:(it is already great...
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Post by daniella on Dec 25, 2006 1:51:55 GMT 10
Love it... please, continue with the HOT scene...
Dani
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Post by ERFanRach on Dec 25, 2006 3:47:34 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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Post by *Natalie* on Dec 25, 2006 7:46:16 GMT 10
Brill update as always Merry Christmas natalie x
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Post by luby2534 on Dec 25, 2006 7:58:07 GMT 10
You sent a shiver down my spine with the last chapter !!
Please please update soon !
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Post by erfan228 on Dec 25, 2006 8:24:27 GMT 10
Great update!!
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Post by Noora on Dec 26, 2006 6:49:18 GMT 10
I think I'm gonna enjoy this fic as much as Hindsight 20/20. Loved the updates. Beautiful.
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Post by maggie on Dec 27, 2006 16:02:00 GMT 10
rated "r" for mature thematic elements
Abby
I look up at him suggestively, trying to catch my breath. He knows what I’m suggesting and a hungry smile spreads over his face and his body gives away his answer within seconds. We connect in a perfect motion and I gasp as he moves inside me. With any other man, it was sex. It was sometimes good, sometimes bad, sometimes mediocre. With Luka it’s none of those things. I always called it what it was with other men: it was just sex. Luka and I make love. I’ve never been able to call it that with anyone else. We have this absolute passion between us that is beyond anything I’ve ever felt, we connect on some deeper level. It’s physical, I can’t say it’s not. He’s incredible. But it’s more than that, every time. We never have sex just to have sex. Even though we never really say it, it’s always love. It’s bringing our bodies together as one. It’s perfect and amazing and no one has ever make me feel the way he does.
We move in perfect syncopation, taking time to appreciate the feeling of our skin against each other. He moves his mouth next to my ear and whispers to me, sending shivers up my spine. “I want you.” He says it without any hidden agenda. I love his sincerity, and I whisper back to him, my lips brushing against his ear and I can feel him tremble above me.
“I want you to want me.”
There’s nothing dirty about making love with Luka. Sometimes I think we could actually have sex in a church and it would be perfectly acceptable because no one could possibly find anything sinful about it. I’m not religious, but this is the closest thing I’ve felt to a religious experience. It’s absolutely beautiful. He and I had this same connection the first time we were together, but that was the only thing that was easy between us. The complications were too much for us. But he changed in Africa, he let go of his demons and I’m letting go of mine. I’d never say it out loud, but he makes me want to be better. He makes me feel safer and more complete than I’ve ever felt.
I don’t know how long we’ve been at it, but it feels like hours. It’s incredible how long we can make this last. We’re moving faster, though, and sweat is building on both our bodies. Luka’s hair is damp, sweat drips from his face onto mine. Our eyes are locked, and I can feel that we’re both getting close. Luka is breathing hard now, and so am I. I grab the back of his neck and pull his face to mine and kiss him with a force that surprises both of us. He returns the favor and we lock our mouths together as we both go over the edge. He collapses on top of me, still kissing me. His weight on top of me is comfortable, and I rest my palms on the small of his back as he breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine, smiling. “I love making love to you,” he breathes.
Luka
“I love making love to you.” And I do. It’s electrifying, every nerve in my body is on fire when we’re together. And, god, she’s beautiful. I love to watch her when we make love. I love watching her eyes, her face, her body. She pulls me close to her and we just lie there, tangled up in each other for awhile. Finally I press a kiss to her neck and break the silence. “Do you want some breakfast?”
“Mmm.” Her eyes are closed, and she doesn’t move. I smile and roll off her, taking the opportunity to appreciate her naked body.
I extend my hand to her, but she ignores it. “Come on.” I slide off the bed and stand up. “Abby.” She doesn’t say anything, but there’s a smile crawling over her face. “I’ll make you breakfast, but you have to get up.”
She opens one eye and considers. “Do we have any bread? I’m in the mood for French toast.”
I smile. “We?” I love hearing her say that, even though she hasn’t moved in with me. She almost always stays here, but her independent streak is hard to tame. She won’t give up her apartment. Not yet, anyway.
“Do you have any bread?” Her eyes are closed again.
I decide to press my luck. “I didn’t say there was anything wrong with ‘we’. I like ‘we’.”
She opens her eyes. “Luka...”
“Yes, I have bread. We have bread.” I grab her hand and pull her up. “There is bread, and I’ll make you French toast if you get up.”
“I’m up.” She lets me drag her out of bed and I wrap my arms around her and kiss her bare shoulder.
“I think we make a good ‘we’.”
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Post by megan on Dec 27, 2006 16:26:54 GMT 10
oh mylanta that was rather amazing. you are just blessed with the the....ummm...hands? mind? i dont know where i am going with this but you are wonderful!
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Post by daniella on Dec 27, 2006 19:07:27 GMT 10
Excellent... Dani
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Post by ERFanRach on Dec 27, 2006 21:52:36 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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kcabrasil
Countess of Luby
Could I be more mess up?
Posts: 182
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Post by kcabrasil on Dec 28, 2006 1:22:05 GMT 10
UAU!!!
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Post by Noora on Dec 28, 2006 1:29:55 GMT 10
Aww, the 'we' 'you' part was sweet. <:
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Post by erfan228 on Dec 28, 2006 4:53:09 GMT 10
Great update!!!
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