Cherry

Cherry
Chapter 8
(071230-080104)

"Said the spider to the fly." Was out of her mouth before Autumn could stop herself.

"Cheeky bugger." Dominick growled at her as he stepped into the brightly lit linen closet.

"How do I always manage to get myself into these situations?" She mused as she stepped into the closet after him. Dominick stepped back and shut the door behind her. The linen closet was fairly brightly lit and rather big for a closet. The room was filled with stacks of towels, hospital gowns and bedding.

"I'm an opportunist. I try to make the best of every situation." Dominick took her can of root beer out of her hand and placed on the shelf nearby wedging it between two piles of towels.

"Well that's romantic." Autumn snarled sarcastically, running her fingers through her hair.

"Autumn. Think for a moment. We're in a linen closet. Nothing about this situation is romantic." He told her, frowning.

"Why are you so damn secretive about us?" Autumn asked an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, causing her to lash out at him.

"What?" Dominick blinked at her, clearly confused.

"What am I? Your dirty little secret? Are you ashamed of me or something?" April snapped, anger rising in her chest.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Dominick snapped back, his back going rigid as he loomed over her. Autumn had never fully grasped how physically imposing he was until he towered over her.

"I don’t like not knowing." She admitted quietly, unsure about how she was reacting to being dragged into a linen closet.

"What did you want to know?" He asked his face softening as he stepped closer to her.

"Everything." She told him as she brought a hand up to caress his face. Dominick leant into her hand, his eyes fluttering shut as Autumn dragged her fingers along his cheekbones. Dominick's hand came to her hip and he laced his fingers through her belt loops. He drew her close and slid an arm around her waist, sighing as he ignored her question. It was suddenly very muggy in the small room and Autumn could feel the heat of the hand on her hip searing her skin.

Autumn kept a hand on his face while her other was pressed up against his chest. The top of Autumn's head grazed Dominick's collar bone and she snuggled forward into his chest, taking a deep breath as she did. He smelt like cinnamon and caramelised sugar. He vaguely smelt like her grandmothers fudge and Autumn cautiously took a sniff at his chest as she gripped his chest.

"Are you sniffing me?" Dominick's voice was a low rumble in his chest that vibrated through to her.

"You smell like fudge." She told him shyly.

"Oh. Makes you want to lick me doesn't it?" He smiled cheekily at her and she nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, it does." She answered simply. Autumn took a deep breath and gripped the collar of his shirt, dragging him down towards her. She brought his face down so that there noses touched and after a few moments Autumn tilted her head to the side and leant forward, pressing her lips against the smooth skin of his cheek. Autumn pulled her head back a little and with a long, wet swipe, she licked his cheek.

"You taste more like spice than fudge." She told him seriously, her tongue tingling while Dominick stood stoically, his fingers pressing into her hip.

Autumn trembled a little as Dominick stood, not moving an inch. She pulled away a little, easing out of Dominick's grip and backed herself up against the door. Dominick stood watching her, still not moving as Autumn reached behind her, searching frantically for the door knob.

"You just licked me." Dominick told her.

"Well, yeah." Autumn's fingers found the knob and were just about to turn it when Dominick stopped her.

"Don't leave. Not yet." Dominick stretched his left hand out towards her and Autumn eyed it apprehensively.

She eventually reached out and took his hand. Dominick's fingers were long and thin and they came around her own to grip her own. It was strangely warm in the closet, far too warm for mid August and Autumn brought her hand up to fan at her neck.

"Autumn, are you a virgin?" Dominick asked as he began to rub the fingers of his right hand against her wrist. Autumn blushed, horribly embarrassed as Dominick looked at her expectantly.

"Yes." She answered quietly as Dominick manoeuvred them around so he could lean into her, pressing her against the shelf.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." He told her as he cupped her chin, turning her towards him as Autumn looked away, her cheeks burning and her stomach clenching as the now familiar weight of his erection pushed against her hip.

"It's only around you that I do." Autumn buried her head into his shoulder, hiding her face as she shook off his hand.

"Why?" He asked as he pulled his shoulder back.

"I don't want to do something wrong." She admitted as she brought a hand up to rest on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it baby, when the time comes I'll try and make it as good as possible." Dominick leant into her and kissed her. He brought a hand up to cup her chin and tilt her face up towards him. Dominick pulled at the hem of her shirt, dragging it up over her head as he pulled away before burying his nose at the nape of her neck.

His hands came down to her waist, his long fingers pressing against her stomach his wrists framing her belly button as he licked her neck his tongue sliding across the skin near her ear.

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair." He murmured as he threaded the fingers of one hand through her belt loops, the other hand coming up to pat at her hair.

"Silent, starving I prowl through the streets." Dominick began to press gentle kisses to her collar bone as he shifted, his knees bending.

"Bread does not nourish me." Dominick came to his knees in front of her as he spoke, his lips pressing against her bellybutton.

"Dawn disquiets me." He began to undo her jeans and Autumn stood stoic, unable to stop him as her brain processed his words.

"I search the liquid sound of your steps all day." Autumn pushed at the waistband of her jeans as Dominick began to pull them down. She was finally catching up and as she tried to help Dominick swatted her hands away as he eased the denim fabric down.

"I hunger for your sleek laugh." Autumn brought her hands up and bunched her hair up with her right hand, her left coming up to fan at her neck as the muggy heat closed in around her.

"For your hands the colour of the wild grain." Dominick had gotten her jeans to her feet and he belatedly undid her laces and slid both her shoes off as he knelt on the floor.

"I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails." He pulled her jeans off of her feet leaving her in nothing but her socks and her underwear. He rolled her jeans up and rocked back, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet as he moved into a crouching position. He spread her jeans out in front of him and leant forward again, kneeling on the fabric.

"I want to eat your skin like a whole almond." He lifted her left foot and rolled her sock off before placing it beside her shoes. He did the same with her right foot as Autumn shifted restlessly.

"I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness." He said as he pressed a soft kiss to the area between her belly button and the top of her underwear. He hooked his fingers into the elastic and looked up at her through the dark fan of his lashes and she nodded as her left hand frantically fanned at her sweat dampened skin.

"The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face." Dominick pulled her underwear down and threw them aside. He lifted her right leg and dipped his shoulder before pulling her leg over it. Autumn blushed brightly as she was suddenly exposed so intimately to him.

"I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes." Autumn slid her eyes shut as he pressed another soft kiss to the area where her pubic hair started growing.

"And I walk hungry." He looked up at her again, blue eyes flashing beneath dark lashes as he leant forward and with a long, swipe of his long, licked her. Autumn felt something low in her stomach tighten as an electric shiver skated through her.

"Smelling the twilight." He licked her again as he spoke in a low, husky voice. He licked her again as he adjusted the leg on his shoulder as Autumn dropped her hands to thread her fingers through his dark hair.

"Looking for you." His breath was warm against her and he reached a hand up to her as his other hand held her right knee against her shoulder.

"For your hot heart." Dominick spread her folds with his fingers and licked her again as he pressed against her intimately, his nose brushing against her clit.

"Like a puma barren in the wilderness." He licked her again and stopped talking altogether as his tongue swiped at her with long, kittenish licks.

Autumn tried to stay silent as her stomach curled with tension. The room was silent apart from her heavy, laboured breathing and the embarrassingly loud slurping noise that Dominick made as he licked at her earnestly.

Autumn had read about oral sex before but it was better than she imagined it would be. Her stomach was tightening and with a familiar burst of endorphins she felt the tension in her belly snap and she brought up a hand to stifle the moan that threatened to overcome her.

Dominick shifted, easing her leg off of his shoulder as he reached into his pocket. Autumn sighed heavily as he tugged a handkerchief out to wipe at his face. After a few moments he shoved it back into her pocket and reached for her underwear. He gently lifted one of her legs up and slid it through the leg of her panties. He lifted her other leg and slid the other leg through before pulling her panties up to her waist.

Dominick stayed silent as she tried to steady her breathing. Her socks were rolled on next and he pushed himself back into a crouching position to retrieve her jeans. Autumn lifted her feet on her own and pushed back off the shelf behind her and began to help him redress her. He passed her her shirt as he slid her shoes on and tied them. Autumn smoothed the hem of her shirt down as he tied her laces, still silent.

"Pablo Neruda a Chilean poet. I can't remember the anthology's name but the poem is called I crave your mouth." He told her as he stood, tugging her towards him and pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead. His hands came up to smooth down her hair.

"It was nice." She admitted.

"He's amazing." Dominick said earnestly as he opened the door to the linen closet. Autumn retrieved her root beer from the shelf and exited, taking a sip of the lukewarm liquid from the perspiring can. Autumn turned to the door, waiting for Dominick to exit. He did, adjusting the belt of his pants as he did so, closing the door after him.

"Come on, I’ll walk you to your room.”

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AHOY! AUTHORS NOTE AHEAD, FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ON AND IGNORE!

Hello my lovelies,

What’s new with you guys?

I’m fine as usual.

Don’t worry guys actual intercourse is coming soon I’m just working out the kinks (as in issues, you dirty pervs). Autumn isn’t necessarily the trusting type and I’m trying to figure out a way for them to have sex on an actual bed, Dominick is the kind of guy that’ll try to make it as idyllic as possible.

So, I forgot to ask this last chapter but did you guys like Dom’s mum?

I’m surprised at all the compliments about my dialogue I hate writing dialogue because I feel that it comes out very convoluted and often inappropriate.

And I’m glad the explanation about the seasons and the classes helped, I probably didn’t really consider my overseas audience and I apologise, it was rather selfish of me.

As for living in Australia, it isn’t all that flash. If I’m not at work or on my laptop I’m lying on the tiles beneath the air conditioning. It’s summer now and it’s shaping up to be an alright one apart from the occasional unbearable heat. Sometimes it gets too hot to sleep and I get cranky. I have a friend who blames the unpredictable weather here (hot and the cold and then hot and erratic rain patterns) on the looming threat of global warming. It’s not that I don’t care about global warming but she spends so much time preaching about it that it’s an issue I tend to avoid.

Yeah, I didn't know what chunder meant. People were always shocked when I said that but didn't bother telling me what it meant. I write well for an Aussie? really? That shocked me until I remembered high school. They were all idiots and the governemnt, who complains about the lack of literacy in young kids are tryin to connect with teenagers by writing things like 'coz' on official forms. You're nto meant to be out best friends guys, you're supposed to protect us.

As for the title of the fic. I don’t have a concrete reason why it’s called Cherry, it just seemed to fit. I’m a big fan of following your instincts and I did.

Well, enough about me, now for my little q and a for my readers.

What did you guys think of the poetry?

More importantly, lately my smut is, to me, coming out wooden and well, not sexy. Anyone care to validate me? Please?

Bye for now,
Miss Malice/Alice (I haven’t decided on which one I’ll use most yet).

P.S.: Hands up if you think I ramble too much.