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Post by *Natalie* on Jan 8, 2007 1:03:58 GMT 10
Such an amazing update So romantic and sweet natalie x
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kia
Duchess of Luby
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Post by kia on Jan 8, 2007 2:56:22 GMT 10
wow, that was perfect... i'm loving this more and more. can't wait for the next update.
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Post by ERFanRach on Jan 8, 2007 4:32:04 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!
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Post by erfan228 on Jan 8, 2007 6:13:57 GMT 10
Great update!!!!
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Post by hollygirl on Jan 8, 2007 6:16:26 GMT 10
perfect!!! everything about every story you write is perfect. this last update was soo romantic. so beautiful. I LOVE IT! Update sooon!!
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Post by nytyke on Jan 8, 2007 9:44:46 GMT 10
i've only just seen this... and its beautiful as all your fics are... tip top fantastique
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Post by jadestar on Jan 9, 2007 7:15:38 GMT 10
beautiful as ever
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Post by Tannii on Jan 9, 2007 7:25:56 GMT 10
Like everyone already said, it's beautiful and very romantic. Loved it.
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Post by maggie on Jan 9, 2007 18:00:46 GMT 10
contains adult content
Abby
I don’t have to look up to know how he looks right now. My face is pressed into his bare chest, my own chest uncovered. His hands rest on my waist, grasping my hips without dominance, just comfortable there. I know his eyes are closed, a somber look on his face. There’s probably the beginnings of a smile on his lips, but only a faint one. I know this man better than I know myself sometimes. I kiss his chest lightly again, and I know his lopsided grin will grow a little stronger. My hands move from resting on his chest to travel down to the edge of his flannel pants, playing with the elastic waistband. I feel the slight movement as he becomes aroused, and I can hear his heartbeat quicken a little. I breathe in again, pressing my nose against his breastbone. His fingers trace the length of my spine, pausing where my bare skin meets the band of the boxer shorts I stole from his top drawer. His clothes are comfortable on me, not only for the roominess and the soft fabric, but the familiarity of his smell and the comfort of just being able to take them without asking. A little sign to show he’s mine. Our hands rest on each other’s waistbands, but there’s no rush. I gently push his pants down as I push myself up so that my face is even with his. He looks at me solemnly for a few moments before breaking into a grin. His eyes search mine, and I lean into him as our lips touch. We press our mouths together for a few moments before his tongue pries its way between my lips. I feel him tasting every fraction of an inch of my mouth, and I smile in spite of myself, our lips still locked. His hand moves behind my head, untangling my hair from the elastic so that it spills over our faces. His palm rests on the back of my head, thumb and forefinger caressing my hair. He’s delicate with me in a way that I’m surprised by even now. Looking at him, tall, dark, intense, I’d have images of him throwing me down roughly or pinning me to the wall with such force that it shatters glass. He has that sense about him. It’s happened, yes, we’ve broken picture frames, smashed a lamp or two, left marks where the bed banged against the wall, but even then, there’s a tender way about him. Usually, though, he’s impossibly sweet, taking his time to built up, giving me attention that no one has ever shown me. He loves me without words, and he’s the only man I’ve ever stood in front of naked and not been shy or embarrassed. He looks at me, at my body, without any hint of dissatisfaction. He looks at me and I know he doesn’t want me to change. He watches me when we make love, and it makes me blush colors I’ve never dreamed. I’m beautiful when I’m with him.
Luka
I move my tongue between her lips, into her mouth. I taste the mint flavor of her toothpaste and smile to myself. After a few heated moments, I draw her tongue into my mouth as well, and for the second time today, the space between us disappears. I finally let my hands slide under the waistband of her shorts and run them over her hips. Her skin is smooth, warm, and I use my thumbs to pull the shorts down as far as I can reach. Her hips are level with my navel, mine with her thighs. She’s tiny compared to me, but it never has seems to get in our way. From the first time, we knew exactly how to make ourselves fit, like two pieces of a puzzle. Without breaking the kiss, she kicks off her shorts the rest of the way and uses her foot to pull mine off, flinging them across the room to track down later. I smile into her mouth and move both my hands to her face. She lets our lips part and presses her forehead to mine, our eyes saying more than we ever can out loud. I catch her hand with mine and press her palm to my mouth before lacing my fingers through hers and holding her face gently, one hand entwined with hers, the other free to caress her cheek.
“You’re so difficult, you know that?” I whisper to her, smiling.
She purses her lips and leans in, her eyes closing gently as we kiss again. “Yes.”
She’s god awful stubborn, impossibly independent, and never wrong. She won’t listen to advice, accept help, or take “no” for an answer. I wanted her to move in here with me months ago and she said it was too soon. She won’t commit and sabotages herself more than she’ll confess to, and I know there’s a decent chance of her getting angry with me for proposing to her. That makes me want to even more. I love her chaos and her challenges, and I love her fire. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met and god help me, I’m in love with her. She’s imperfect and that makes her perfect.
She sits up to remove her panties and my briefs, and I take advantage of the view. I let my hands move to her waist and gaze at her body, perched atop mine. Her hair falls loosely over her shoulders and she gives me a half smile, almost shyly. I just look at her, this beautiful woman I let go once, and I know I can’t live without her. I pull her down on top of me and she lets me kiss her only once before she wordlessly sits back up, moving lower so that our hips are aligned, and leans her head down to kiss the small scar on my side from a lifetime ago in the Croatian military. As she straightens up, I move her hair behind her ear. I catch her blushing slightly, and I love the power I have to do that to her. She shifts on top of me and I allow her control for the moment as our rhythm falls into place, our own dance. It’s an action that makes the things we never need to say tangible, the animation of our thoughts and our emotions.
Before the Congo, before we were back together, I let myself forget who I was. I couldn’t move past losing my family, past the guilt of not being able to save them, past the idea that if I let myself move on, I would forget. I ruined what I had with Abby and let that eat me alive. I lost sight of where I’d come from and what I believed and how I wanted to live and I tried to forget everything by living dangerously. I drank until I couldn’t see straight and I slept with any woman who’d have me. I let making love turn into sex and let sex turn into something trivial. I forgot what it was to be with someone and have it be more than an action. It was robotic, automatic, barely more than a game. Abby was the first, and the only, woman I loved after Danijela. The first time we made love it was both heartbreaking and elating. It was beautiful. I’ll never forget the feeling. It was like that every time, but she was the last woman I had that with. No one else meant anything. When we made love that night after I returned from the Congo, everything that had been dead inside me for so long came back to life. She made life worth living again. Every single time we make love, I get that feeling again, of being alive after so much time being dead, of waking up after a long sleep. I hate that I ever let that get away from me, and I know I never want to make love to another woman. Now, as we move together, every nerve in my body comes alive. Sex with Abby is a feeling like nothing I can put words to. It’s euphoric.
Our bodies know each other intimately, and we can let the motions come naturally as our eyes meet. Her deep, liquid brown eyes lock with mine and there’s a force in our gaze that heightens the sensation. Our motions slow as she bends at the hips. I lean up a little and meet her in a kiss, pulling her close and in one fluid motion, I manage to reverse our positions without breaking contact. I head her moan a little and a jolt of electricity goes up my spine as I pin her below me. She gives over control and I take in the sight of her, exquisite, beneath me. She closes her eyes and moves her hands to clasp behind my neck as we hit our stride. Her face contorts slightly as I bite down on my lip. I quickly lower my head and kiss her again, this time making it last, our mouths twisting together. We’re impossibly close, and yet if there was a way, I’d want her closer. If I could never break our kiss, I’d be content to live the rest of my life that way.
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Post by rorygilmore on Jan 9, 2007 18:48:35 GMT 10
OMG...that was...wow! An absolutely, extremely, blissfully update.
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Post by lubylover123 on Jan 10, 2007 2:26:24 GMT 10
Perfect......
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Post by ERFanRach on Jan 10, 2007 3:38:24 GMT 10
Great Update!!!!!
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Post by jadestar on Jan 10, 2007 4:18:13 GMT 10
wow, absolutely amazing... reading this feels like butterflies in my belly
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kia
Duchess of Luby
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Post by kia on Jan 10, 2007 5:16:38 GMT 10
wow, maggie, you can surely express deep emotions with your writing. this was pure poetry. thanks for sharing your gift with us.
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Post by *Natalie* on Jan 10, 2007 7:30:24 GMT 10
Great update Perfect natalie x
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