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Posted on September 14, 2012 at 04:50:09 AM by Dyna Bowmore
warning, contains nudity
... that's kind of
... awkward
 The sound of their breathing filled her ears, the rustle and damp contact of their lips light above it. It was so different from the silence she had expected to find here. Her lonely escape had been infiltrated, and even as she pressed into his embrace, her muscles tensely holding her body up to his, a thread of panic wove itself through her mind in ever tighter circles, like a shark hunting the darting intensity of her passion. The touch of his warm hand against her thigh became suddenly too much, as did the closeness, the thirsty need of his lips, the lengthening of his body to hers. She had no idea what she was doing – how did her body know what this was? Why did it feel good, why was she suddenly comfortable with this, this, this stranger- She broke free of his embrace, batting away his hand and rolling across the floor to stand, trembling slightly. She almost took another step away, and then stopped. Breathed, and suddenly found it was even more difficult to draw breath here than it had been in the intensity of his embrace. She turned, finding the situation oddly mirroring the moment earlier when he had almost left the attic, the same desire that he leave, or stop confusing her, or just stay still for a moment. I- Again, her voice was husky, it caught in her throat, and, slowly, she realized that he had made the move towards her, that he wanted her. It wasn’t just her being a fool. Achingly, she wanted him back against her, to come back to her. Without really meaning to, her fingers went to her buttons and started to undo them, her expression a little lost but still passionate, filled with desire. Almost carelessly, she let the thick material fall about her, stepping out of it in elusively sensual movements. She felt as though she were holding her breath, standing there, skinny in her suddenly unshelled form, the golden motes like sprites in attendance, dancing around her. He stood up, as though her sudden nudity had released him from the shock of her absence from his embrace. She darted to him and, as though passing through infinite incapabilities, reached to his shirt, tugging at the bottom of it until it lifted clear, and she dropped it, finally moving into his hold again, her slight breasts against the warmth of his chest, her breathing matching his breath for breath. I’m sorry, I wanted – I panicked. And, finally, as though reentering the game on her own terms, she leaned up to kiss him. DYNA BOWMORE
there's a bell in my ears... there's a wide white roar...
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