I go down with an oomph and a laugh. I try to scramble away from him but he's damn strong. Trying a different strategy I turn under him and grab his arms twisting us till I'm straddling him and holding down his arms down.
He is laughing and squirming and get a hand free, but I use my now free hand to start tickling him. His laugh is addictive! His side are incredibly ticklish so I fight off his hands determined to hear his laughter.
As I move my hands down his sides I'm laughing as well. It feels so right to be here with him. His lower stomach must be very ticklish because my hand drift over it and he squeaks rather loudly!
I look up at him and laugh, "Oooo is that your button!?"
I am completely and thoroughly enjoying myself, maybe a little too much, but it feels so damn good to have him laughing and touching me. Really damn good and such a turn on. He looks so sexy when he is happy and I love that he is stronger than me.
His hand moves across my belly a little too low and I yelp loudly cause it does more than just tickles me. He looks down at me and laughs.
Oooo is that your button!?
The look he has is dangerous. I'm in trouble. He has seen a weakness and I know he will go for it like a pitbull with the taste of blood in its mouth. I grab at his hands and laugh breathlessly. "No Tell! Don't you dare!"
I smile devilishly at him and maintain eyes contact as I lower my face to his belly. I can feel his hands tremble as they hold tightly to mine. His shirt as ridden up just enough...
My mouth is on his belly and I'm blowing hard making the most obnoxious sound! I'm laughing as I try to blow and totally fucking it up. He's let go of my hands so I plant them on either side of him and really zubber him good this time!
My lips in a large O I blow so hard my tongue dips into his perfect little belly button and I feel a flame of desire run through me. Cutting my eyes up to him I see it reflected in his eyes. I take a chance and lick around his belly button before placing an open mouth kiss on it.
Oh fuck, damn, fuck! The resulting shiver goes right through me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Fuck Fuck Fuck... My fingers clench the rug under me as I look down at him. Wrong move. I bite my lip whimper softly. OH man! The look on his face, in his eyes. My body screams at me, just a little lower, please if there is a god, just move his mouth lower.
I lay my head back and close my eyes. This is stupid Ethan, you can't be doing this with him, you will lose him. Fuck my mind, it has to ruin the fun.
I shift and end up standing behind him. I try to laugh off what just happened. "Playtime's over."
My face hits the floor with a thunk and my lip feels busted. I touch it and see a bit of blood. What the hell is his game!?
I turn and stand. "What the hell Ethan?! I've never known you to be a fucking tease. One minute you look like you want to devour me, the next your a virgin scared of his shadow!"
My heart sinks. I clench my jaw. Shit. I have to think of some way of explaining this away. Sort of the truth maybe.
"It's not that..." My eyes spot the blood on his lip and I swallow at the sight of it. It makes the heat in my belly rise. "I just..." I lick my lips. I bet his blood tastes so fucking good. "Friends don't fuck..." I breath out hard. "Friends..." Now I can smell it. Woah that is soooo good. My fangs come out.
His eyes are dilated, his fangs out, his breathing is heavy...
"Look at you Ethan, you want this! Are you saying you'd rather fuck some stranger in a club than some one you know? And ever heard the term fuck-buddy? Not that that is what I'm looking for! Is a fuck all you ever want?"
He's right, I want him so fucking bad, really really bad, and it's not just for a fuck, definitely not just a fuck.
I turn away from him and put my hand over my mouth. I ache for him. This is getting out of control. I have to stop it. But fuck he smells so good.
I take a deep breath and put my hands on my hips trying to get control of myself. I don't look back at him. "You are a friend Tell. I don't do friends, okay. That's just how it is." I feel so bad saying it. I just want things to stay as they are and not lose him. I just don't want to lose him!
I close my mouth not wanting him to see that my fangs are still out, hoping that how he affects me does not show on my face and glance back at him. "Please can we just do what we came here to do..."
Something isn't right. I walk up behind his and place my hands on his hips gently and speak softly, "I don't want to be just friends Ethan."
I can smell his blood, how aroused he is. Leaning my head down just slightly my face almost touching his neck, I breath in deeply, "There is something about you Ethan, something that drives me mad with need. I don't want to fuck you either. I want more than that."
Oh fuck. I close my eyes at the touch of his hands and the soft feel of his breath against my neck. I know what he can smell when I hear him breath me in. He smells how much I want him which goes against everything I just said to him. Then he speaks words my heart wants so badly to hear and it fucking kills me. I can't move.
You stupid fuck Ethan, you couldn't just keep it together and now you are going to lose him.
I grit my teeth. "No you don't Tell, you don't want more than that, believe me you don't.."
I use my grip on his hips to turn him, then raise my hands to his face. Gently I cup his cheeks, "Who made you think you weren't worth everything? What bastard hurt you so much?"
Caressing his face I look into his eyes, "You're amazing. Smart, beautiful, fun... you're perfect."
His words hurt so much to hear because they are absolutely fucking perfect and just what I long to hear but I look down and away. "I can't do this Tell, I need us to be just friends. No one has done anything, no one has hurt me...."
I reach up and take his hands in mine bringing them down in front of us as I step back from him. I can't look him in the face. I am such a fucking coward. "I like you a lot, I value your friendship and I don't want to lose it." I glance up at him. I'm pleading with him in my head to just drop this and forget it ever happened while knowing it can never be the same, not now, it's already fucked. "That's all Tell, just friends."
My heart aches so much. Why is he doing this? I shake my head no, but he is pleading me to back off with his eyes. If that is what he wants - needs - for now I will respect that.
I look down at our hands clasped and bring one up to my lips and gently kiss his hand, "The minute you think you might want more, please..."
Swallowing hard I have to turn away, the pain is too much. I've never wanted anyone like I want him. But it is not to be - now. I walk into my bedroom and gather a few things realizing there really isn't much here to take.
I sit on the bed and think about how it would be to make love to Ethan here. To hold him - to make this our get-away-place. My shoulders slump though knowing it is not to be. But I know myself, I will not give up.
He walks out of the room and it's like someone let the air out of me, I just crumple. I stagger over and sit on the couch putting my head in my hands
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I watch him set the glass on the table then leave. Looking at the glass I can see and smell the blood, but it's mostly water. I jump up knowing he is giving me the chance to understand.
Grabbing the glass I lift it to my lips and the smell makes me heady and my knees weak. As soon as it touches my tongue I stagger back from the sweetness and smooth taste.
I lick my lips and down the rest of it before dropping the glass and stepping back to the bed which I fall on. I am surrounded with his taste and smell... and pain.
Closing my eyes I concentrate on that...wait - I... my eyes fly open. Elizabeth?! I sense his fear, his pain, his needs... That's what it is
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My body has been reacting, kissing him back, but my mind is still in shock and I just stare at him for a bit then it sinks in and I start to smile.
"You don't hate me?" My smile grows with my realisation. "You don't hate me." I'm starting to feel like a grinning clown. "You don't fucking hate me!" I laugh out loud sounding a bit like a maniac.
Then I am grabbing my head and taking great lungfuls of air. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" I look at him and all the stress and worry I've been doing about this just floods up out of me.
I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. "Oh Tell...." Then I do start to cry. An outpouring of so much emotional turmoil and happiness.
He is laughing and squirming and get a hand free, but I use my now free hand to start tickling him. His laugh is addictive! His side are incredibly ticklish so I fight off his hands determined to hear his laughter.
As I move my hands down his sides I'm laughing as well. It feels so right to be here with him. His lower stomach must be very ticklish because my hand drift over it and he squeaks rather loudly!
I look up at him and laugh, "Oooo is that your button!?"
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His hand moves across my belly a little too low and I yelp loudly cause it does more than just tickles me. He looks down at me and laughs.
Oooo is that your button!?
The look he has is dangerous. I'm in trouble. He has seen a weakness and I know he will go for it like a pitbull with the taste of blood in its mouth. I grab at his hands and laugh breathlessly. "No Tell! Don't you dare!"
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My mouth is on his belly and I'm blowing hard making the most obnoxious sound! I'm laughing as I try to blow and totally fucking it up. He's let go of my hands so I plant them on either side of him and really zubber him good this time!
My lips in a large O I blow so hard my tongue dips into his perfect little belly button and I feel a flame of desire run through me. Cutting my eyes up to him I see it reflected in his eyes. I take a chance and lick around his belly button before placing an open mouth kiss on it.
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I lay my head back and close my eyes. This is stupid Ethan, you can't be doing this with him, you will lose him. Fuck my mind, it has to ruin the fun.
I shift and end up standing behind him. I try to laugh off what just happened. "Playtime's over."
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I turn and stand. "What the hell Ethan?! I've never known you to be a fucking tease. One minute you look like you want to devour me, the next your a virgin scared of his shadow!"
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"It's not that..." My eyes spot the blood on his lip and I swallow at the sight of it. It makes the heat in my belly rise. "I just..." I lick my lips. I bet his blood tastes so fucking good. "Friends don't fuck..." I breath out hard. "Friends..." Now I can smell it. Woah that is soooo good. My fangs come out.
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"Look at you Ethan, you want this! Are you saying you'd rather fuck some stranger in a club than some one you know? And ever heard the term fuck-buddy? Not that that is what I'm looking for! Is a fuck all you ever want?"
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I turn away from him and put my hand over my mouth. I ache for him. This is getting out of control. I have to stop it. But fuck he smells so good.
I take a deep breath and put my hands on my hips trying to get control of myself. I don't look back at him. "You are a friend Tell. I don't do friends, okay. That's just how it is." I feel so bad saying it. I just want things to stay as they are and not lose him. I just don't want to lose him!
I close my mouth not wanting him to see that my fangs are still out, hoping that how he affects me does not show on my face and glance back at him. "Please can we just do what we came here to do..."
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I can smell his blood, how aroused he is. Leaning my head down just slightly my face almost touching his neck, I breath in deeply, "There is something about you Ethan, something that drives me mad with need. I don't want to fuck you either. I want more than that."
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You stupid fuck Ethan, you couldn't just keep it together and now you are going to lose him.
I grit my teeth. "No you don't Tell, you don't want more than that, believe me you don't.."
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Caressing his face I look into his eyes, "You're amazing. Smart, beautiful, fun... you're perfect."
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I reach up and take his hands in mine bringing them down in front of us as I step back from him. I can't look him in the face. I am such a fucking coward. "I like you a lot, I value your friendship and I don't want to lose it." I glance up at him. I'm pleading with him in my head to just drop this and forget it ever happened while knowing it can never be the same, not now, it's already fucked. "That's all Tell, just friends."
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I look down at our hands clasped and bring one up to my lips and gently kiss his hand, "The minute you think you might want more, please..."
Swallowing hard I have to turn away, the pain is too much. I've never wanted anyone like I want him. But it is not to be - now. I walk into my bedroom and gather a few things realizing there really isn't much here to take.
I sit on the bed and think about how it would be to make love to Ethan here. To hold him - to make this our get-away-place. My shoulders slump though knowing it is not to be. But I know myself, I will not give up.
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Grabbing the glass I lift it to my lips and the smell makes me heady and my knees weak. As soon as it touches my tongue I stagger back from the sweetness and smooth taste.
I lick my lips and down the rest of it before dropping the glass and stepping back to the bed which I fall on. I am surrounded with his taste and smell... and pain.
Closing my eyes I concentrate on that...wait - I... my eyes fly open. Elizabeth?! I sense his fear, his pain, his needs... That's what it is ( ... )
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"You don't hate me?" My smile grows with my realisation. "You don't hate me." I'm starting to feel like a grinning clown. "You don't fucking hate me!" I laugh out loud sounding a bit like a maniac.
Then I am grabbing my head and taking great lungfuls of air. "Fuck! Oh fuck!" I look at him and all the stress and worry I've been doing about this just floods up out of me.
I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. "Oh Tell...." Then I do start to cry. An outpouring of so much emotional turmoil and happiness.
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