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WITGOB presents some more Black Tees:
Are you comfortable?
Mmm.........
........???
Iım not
hmm???
..............he raised his head - shifted a little to one side - slowly -
as if the effort .... was ... too ...... much
She grunted and moved slightly.......
....pulled a damp, crumpled piece of black material out from under her....
.....and threw it into the corner.
It oozed slowly...............
................over the smooth surface........
.....brown .....rich .........lush.............
He was mesmerised by its progress ........ slack mouthed ......
...........he moistened his lips......mouth watering..........
She was licking hers in anticipation ..........
Eyes drifting shut, her teeth closed over ..........
....... the flat piece of bread and she bit lovingly into it.
Where did you get that?
I found a container in the transport pod - it looked like food - smelt like
food and tasted like food. Itıs very good - want some?
I think there's something you need to know about this ........
Smiling he walked over and used a corner of his tee to wipe the chocolate
off her mouth ........
hand closing over the half empty bottle.........
....you may want to save this for later........
(I know I do)
Are you OK?
hmm mm
........
I need to hold you - can I hold you now?
He reached up and loosened the black material holding her wrists.
_________________________
(a throw away remark from Aeryn about tying 'her' (Furlow) up in IP)
Are you OK?
hmm mm..........
Good
Tucking in the black tee.........
..............clicking shut the belt........
She stood up, turned him, and patted his bum as she pushed him into the
corridor.
Play nice.
Bemused he walked haltingly forward.....
Eyes closed breathing in the faint remembered, alien smell.....
mind drifting to another place....... lips curling in a half smile. Hands
tracing a familiar route......
Then regretfully pulling it off.
Before putting it back under her pillow ....... her face caressed the
material one more time .... itıs black softness quickly soaking up the
suggestions of tears.
She turned to leave, squaring her shoulders, business-like..
Yes back to business... back to what I was brought up with .....
Swallowing the fear ...the familiar rush taking over.
Why then was it so hard to face him? If facing certain death was something
to be borne - something she had prepared for so many times - why was love
such an impossible step?
Was death easier because she didnıt have to think?
Because there would be no conesquences to death?
Love had ultimately been so easy ....... too easy ..... so right ...
something she could never have been prepared for - but which suited her,
which fit ....... like a warm coat....... surprising for someone who
previously needed no-one but the companionship - the comeraderie of her
unit....
That SHE should feel this need for so much more........was still ...such a
new, unfamiliar place to be...........
.....that she would crave seeing his eyes darken with passion, hearing the
break in his voice when he told her she was beautiful, the strength of his
hands as he cupped her head, the man smell of his skin, breathing in his
breath.......
..........the warm touch of his fingers seeking...... the welcome taste of
his ...... mouth...........
Unbidden, the tears fell from her unseeing eyes. Her shoulders slumped in
defeat.
Would it be a betrayal ........... if it was still him?
The frelling big gun beckoned mockingly - silently reminding her. Death had
to be easier - this was just too frelling HARD!
