The music is soft as we dance the time away. Dance the pain away. Dance all of the outside world away. He becomes me, as I become him. Our faces seem to become more beautiful, or least his face does. he tells me that my face does the same, I don't quite know whether or not I should quite believe him. I want to, I will learn to make myself believe him. He's done me no wrong so far.
He has even called me the fairest in his eyes. Such a compliment is quite honestly a waste upon me. But he declares it is not, that I am a waste upon the complement. I do it too much justice. I stare at his hair, not wanting to meet his gaze. His gaze is just so intense I cannot even begin to imagine the effect it will have on me, other than causing me to have a heart-attack.
"Why won't you look at me, do I not appeal to you any more He chuckles, I turn away from him and can feel the heat rising in my face. He's beginning to smirk, even without seeing his face I know that he's smirking.
When I look back up at him, my feelings are confirmed. He's smirking and I can feel myself having a small heart attack.
"Please stop looking at me." I whisper, he stares at me as intensely as always. "Please, just do as I ask for once." I barely speak and take a couple of steps away from him. He grabs me before I can step any farther away from here. "Remove your hand." I bark, it's the first time I've raised my voice at him, he actually loses his cool demeanour for a moment to look at me incredulously. He looks like I'd slapped him. I’ve considered it, it would serve as punishment for making me feel guilty.
"Where is this coming from? Have your hormones finally kicked in? You're getting uglier by the second, you're a horr-!" I cut him off by putting a finger to his ...
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...last word as he slides off my scarf and began in sweet torturous assault on my neck.
"Ian. St-." The assault became rougher, only stirring the pot of emotions and arousal even more so, on my more than sensitive neck. "Don't stop." I mouth out, only I understand myself. He stops very briefly to speak.
"Say my name again." I do as he say and find my dress being unzipped. "Again." He orders nipping my neck, I'm sure he's going to leave a few marks. I don't care.
"Ian!" I shout. He smirks and chuckles.
"Keep giving me previews, but save the good ones for when you need them. That's if you can talk once I unleash myself on you. I clutch onto him for dear life as he picks me up and presses me to a wall. The wall I originally pressed myself against to get away. I silently thank the music, I expect Ian to do the same thing. But before anything continues, the music stops.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
Frowning, I rapped on the door even harder. “Do you want to play?” I yelled over the blaring pop music. I could picture Clary sprawled on her bed with her tablet, on social media or taking selfies. “Clary?”
" SHUT UP AND LISTEN " he yells as I look at him and nod.
tell him, he just grinned and said, "It figures, We'll just let him be!" We can
I could tell he was furious like if he wanted he would kill me in a second. He dragged me back to the ranch and threw everything that was in my bag to the ground. Everyone came out to see what was going on. Even Candy.
"I bet my children begged for you to stop didn't they! You didn't care how hard they cried, or how much they begged, you raped them anyhow. Didn't you? Didn't you, you sick fuck?" She spat, glaring into his
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
"You really could be more gentle," I rolled my eyes and took his hands off of
I don't remember how or where we are standing anymore. The only thing I remember: his gaze towards me is oblique.
A gentle hue brightens your cheek. You smile, and you believe him. And you feel like it, too. If it only lasts for a fraction of a second.
As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.
Too late! He had heard me. Why had I been so stupid as to scream? I had lost valuable seconds and drawn negative forces to me.
His eyes got bigger and the sadness it held was so heartbreaking. I am a complete idoit I hurt him. I hurt my sweet Charles. I stepped closer to him only a couple inches away.
I zapped back into the real world as our amorous lip-lock came to a slow end with his lips dragging off of my own as he pulled back. God, I loved that. He uttered a couple things in that beautiful native tongue of his while his finger played with one of the straps of my bra, as if he were looking for permission to remove it; and who was I to deny such a perfect man? I smirked and chuckled lightly, playfully touching his lips with my pointy finger. "Javier, you have my full consent." I felt a bit sheepish being so easily submissive, but any defenses I had were already breached by his disarming charm. If he wanted to have me right then and there, he could have, and it wouldn't have been a thing that I could have said or done about it.
I yelled at him. The dog remained calm. Now it was standing on my waist. It lowered its cute head, and sniffed my pockets. I was surprised.