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She drew his head up swiftly with her hand and pressed her lips into his with a quiet force that he could feel in the base of his spine. He draped his hands across her back briefly before she retreated from his face and let him fall back and his hands did likewise to her hips. He stared is amazement at the beautiful body locked into his, moving in synchronicity with his, watching as she rolled her head back and let out a little gasp. More than a year of longing desire coming to a boil and anticipating an ultimately satisfying extraction. She shot her head up, eyes open and spoke in a deep voice 'I need to know that you hope you're wrong about this, baby.' The noise of the door slamming echoed through the bedroom as he opened his eyes, his vision taking a moment to adapt to the dim glow of the digital clock lighting the room. The clang of keys being thrown to the floor and the slight jolt accompanying the thud of a body falling nearby on the small bed. Slowly and carefully he turned over and saw her lying there, mouth half open, smelling of whiskey and cigarettes and lust. He briefly allowed a recollection of the distant feeling long passed in time and space he once had in a similar moment. When love was so tangibly clear, when he knew exactly what he wanted. How long had it been...