We're just like dynamite...blowin' up all night
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The way he fills me, presses into me and stops this aching that I have inside me. Even if it's for a moment it's just what I need, what I crave right now.
"God... yeah, like that..." I rock my hips slowly and with determined movements against his hips, feeling him gasp and arch with each circle of my hips. Nothing about this ( Read more... )
The way he fills me, presses into me and stops this aching that I have inside me. Even if it's for a moment it's just what I need, what I crave right now.
"God... yeah, like that..." I rock my hips slowly and with determined movements against his hips, feeling him gasp and arch with each circle of my hips. Nothing about this ( Read more... )
"I know I don't have to...But I'm going to."
Why? That's the only clear thought in my mind is why. Why was this man who had obvious issues and was so determined to hide in the most exposed city willing to help me? It started to make me panic a bit and worry exactly what his motives were.
Panic turned to fear and I watch as he smiles and holds the door for me, leaving me standing there and chewing my bottom lip and wondering what was going on, what was happening and what I was going to do about it.
Taking a deep breath, I glanced around and stepped inside, not feeling safe outside with the over exposed feeling it gave me. "Why?" I murmured softly, digging my hands in my pockets and slouching my shoulders as if to hide. I turned my eyes to him and kept my eyes with his when I finally spoke. "Why me? Why am I not ash Lindsey? I should be."
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"Why?"
I turn to face her, confused. "Why me? Why am I not ash Lindsey? I should be," she continues, the vulnerability clear in her voice, despite the fact that she could probably snap my neck if she was so inclined. I'm still weak, and even that short walk took it out of me more than I'd like to admit.
"Plenty of vampires that should be ash who aren't," I reply. "And some who are ash that..." I break off with a shrug
The fact of the matter is, she should be living and breathing and, from the look of her, signing up for some great college that she can write home about. She should be falling in love, or looking after a little sister, or getting a suntan just for the hell of it.
Nobody ever said the world was fair.
"I think you could use a friend about now," I tell her. "We don't have to both be lost. Now come on... let's get you a drink."
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"I know." I start to speak more but a look comes over his face and it makes me hurt, it's sadness and helplessness that I see in his eyes and I know that what I said before is true. He's as lost as I felt and that's why we gravitated towards each other, maybe we had something the other needed.
"I think you could use a friend about now...We don't have to both be lost. Now come on... let's get you a drink."
His words feel like a ton of bricks and a breath of fresh air all at once. I look into his eyes for a moment and smile slightly, reaching my hand out I ghost my fingers over his arm and kiss his cheek. "I don't want to be lost anymore," I whisper against his skin. "I'll let you come find me." Ducking my head down I pull away and walk over to the bar, sitting in the corner at the stool I was at last night and waiting for him.
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Her fingers are cool against my skin, sending goosebumps racing up my arm, and when she tilts her head up to kiss my cheek... (No sudden movements, Lindsey.)... it shouldn't feel so damn comfortable. So sweet. "I'll let you come find me."
I'm not sure what I'm going to do exactly, but the urge to take her by the arms and kiss her mouth comes to mind. But she walks away before I get up the nerve to make that move. Safer that way. I swallow hard, trying to pull myself together.
I shouldn't want her this much. It would be like falling for the Titanic.
I don't really feel like waking Lorne up from his beauty sleep, so I hop over the counter and start sorting through the various bottles on the shelves.
"I, uh, don't really know where anything is back here," I admit, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye, every chance I get. The low lights still on from the evening put that ironic halo around her blond hair again, the one that caught my attention our first time around. "My job's more in the way of bouncer duty, you could say..."
Lindsey, you moron. You're looking for blood. Which would be in the fridge.
I hastily open the little fridge under the bar, not sure why I'm trying so hard to impress her. Or to keep from looking like an idiot anyway. I've still got the knack of pouring blood smoothly... thanks, Darla.
"I'll warm it up for you," I murmur, making sure there aren't any nasty lumps in her drink. Probably bad enough that it's not human. "And then we'll talk."
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