Fic: Hidden Moments. Chapter One:
Title: Hidden Moments 1/?
Author:
individual_68Authors note: here's the first proper chapter of the story. I've started the second, hopefully it'l go up before I lose internet.
Feedback: yes please, really want to know what you think, good or bad, just tell me please?
Thanks to
mrs_jack_turner for beta'ing and helping me talk myself into posting....this is for you
Chapter One: 5 Years Previously:
As I flick through the chart in my hands I catch a glimpse of raven tresses. I raise my head only to lose my breath. In that moment, worlds could collide, eras end, the universe implode, and I would not know. Such is her beauty.
I stand awe struck, mouth open, simply staring and taking in the beauty of the woman before me. Black silky hair anyone would give their right and left arms to caress cascades dramatically and yet delicately past her shoulders, expertly off set by the glowing golden hue of her skin. In that moment in that place, I fall so deeply in love I never wish to get back up again. I fall face first, head over heels in love with the Latino goddess before me. I don’t even know her name.
She smiles, and I know I’m doomed.
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Skin on skin. Limbs moving, rubbing. Hands seeking, touching, needing. She screams. Climax reached she calls out my name. I have lost myself completely to her.
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Focus. Focus. Rounds. Pregnant women. Bulging stomachs. Swelling breasts. Bulging breasts. No, no, focus.
I struggle to concentrate on rounds. Every thought bringing me back to the breath taking intern before me. The beautiful woman whose eyes I could happily lose myself to. I must stop thinking. I have responsibilities, I’m an adult. So why when I see her am I suddenly overtaken with the urge to be a 17 year old again? How is this woman, who I barely know, making my knees weak when she looks at me?
I’m a grown up. I have responsibilities now. A husband. A house, two in fact. Yet I see her mouth quirk into a half smile, in that second I have nothing but love for her. Nothing but the need to touch her, smell her, feel her beneath me. I want nothing but to be with her, on her, in her. My mind, my body, both are totally focused on her.
This woman will be the death of me. She will bring nothing but destruction to a tentatively surviving world.
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Touching. Teasing. Feeling every inch. Needing this. Desire so much more. Want everything. Every touch, sensation, feeling. Yearn for it all. More. Always more. Anything, just more of it all. Please.
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Two years later:
She’s leaving. Moving away from the insanity I have caused. I let her in, opened up, and trusted her. Simply forgot to tell her about my husband. She shouted. Screamed. Threw several pieces of china in my direction. We started as we began. Passionately. Accidentally.
We never meant for it to happen, for it to get this far. But it did. We started our ménage a trios. Two of the party blissfully unaware of the others presence. She hurls abuse and it cuts deeper then any scalpel. Hurts so much, and there’s no anaesthetic to dull this pain. I caused it.
The screaming stops suddenly. In the middle of the chaos she stands there. Her outward façade broken. Defences down. She breaks into a thousand pieces visibly before my eyes. I did this.
Two years of love and tenderness. In five minutes it lies shattered around us. You can almost see the tiny glittering pieces like shards of glass. They keep us at a distance, the closing of which would cause the pain to become again unbearable. Not that the pain level is tolerable. This pain, suffering, it was my mistake. My fault.
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Hands stretch out to touch skin softer than satin. Need. Desire. Raw, unrestrained. Passion beyond restraint. One. To be one. Defy physics. Mind, body, soul. Combine. Raven, red. Golden, white. Merge.
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