A Glimpse
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Original - Misc › Humour
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
779
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Glimpse
AN--I should be studying! But we all know how that turns out. These two have been playing in my head for a while now...someone let me know if they\'re worth playing with? Much of the love!
“I don’t want you to have sex with anyone else.” She drew in a deep breath and held it, gazing up at his slightly amused countenance with wide, unsure eyes. The statement had taken more from her than anything else before, and now she had to wait and see if her bold move would pay off and lead to happiness—or destruction.
He thought he might have heard her wrong, for the ludicrousness of her request was positively maddening. With a slight smirk he looked at her and asked, “Excuse me?” and watched her face fall.
‘What the hell?’ she thought. ‘Am I speaking Chinese? I don’t know if I can dumb this one down anymore than I already have.’
“What the hell? Am I speaking Chinese? I’ll try to speak more slowly—“ and she was then abruptly cut off by his large hand covering her mouth. His smirk was now gone, his gorgeous features now housing a scowl, his blue eyes simmering with irritation at her inability to carry on a non-abrasive conversation for more than 3 minutes.
“You can’t ask me something like that and then act like I’m retarded for having some questions. That came out of fucking nowhere! The normal response to, ‘So, are we going to watch movies tonight or do you need to study?’ does not typically involve any sort of request about sexual practices. You fucking bitch.”
She licked his palm. He drew it back, and paused momentarily in his tirade to glance down at the shining wet spot on his hand.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?”
She had often pondered this herself, but now was not the time to get into philosophical discussions about nature vs nurture, and her childhood. Now was the time to act. Now was the time to get him to answer her goddamn questions. Now was the time to kiss him.
She leaned over the table, placing one hand on its smooth wooden surface to steady her, while the other went to the back of his silky blond head. Pulling his face close to hers, she whispered, “Don’t have sex with anyone else.” And then she tilted her head slightly, slanting her mouth over his, and licking his lower lip gently before deepening the kiss. He grabbed her under her stabilizing arm, dragging her on top of the table and sliding a hand up her shirt to cup an ample breast. He flicked her nipple, grinning into her mouth at her gasp, and then, with all the strength that he possessed, he pulled away.
“Okay. Crazy woman. I am not having sex with any other women. I have no plans to start having sex with any other women, seeings how I’m having such a difficult time convincing you to have sex with me. Not that I mind,” he added, seeing her about to interject what was probably going to be another acidic comment, “for I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you.”
‘There,’ he thought. ‘She can’t possibly argue with that.’
He was only slightly shocked when she punched him in the arm and called him a big dork.
“I don’t want you to have sex with anyone else.” She drew in a deep breath and held it, gazing up at his slightly amused countenance with wide, unsure eyes. The statement had taken more from her than anything else before, and now she had to wait and see if her bold move would pay off and lead to happiness—or destruction.
He thought he might have heard her wrong, for the ludicrousness of her request was positively maddening. With a slight smirk he looked at her and asked, “Excuse me?” and watched her face fall.
‘What the hell?’ she thought. ‘Am I speaking Chinese? I don’t know if I can dumb this one down anymore than I already have.’
“What the hell? Am I speaking Chinese? I’ll try to speak more slowly—“ and she was then abruptly cut off by his large hand covering her mouth. His smirk was now gone, his gorgeous features now housing a scowl, his blue eyes simmering with irritation at her inability to carry on a non-abrasive conversation for more than 3 minutes.
“You can’t ask me something like that and then act like I’m retarded for having some questions. That came out of fucking nowhere! The normal response to, ‘So, are we going to watch movies tonight or do you need to study?’ does not typically involve any sort of request about sexual practices. You fucking bitch.”
She licked his palm. He drew it back, and paused momentarily in his tirade to glance down at the shining wet spot on his hand.
“What in the hell is wrong with you?”
She had often pondered this herself, but now was not the time to get into philosophical discussions about nature vs nurture, and her childhood. Now was the time to act. Now was the time to get him to answer her goddamn questions. Now was the time to kiss him.
She leaned over the table, placing one hand on its smooth wooden surface to steady her, while the other went to the back of his silky blond head. Pulling his face close to hers, she whispered, “Don’t have sex with anyone else.” And then she tilted her head slightly, slanting her mouth over his, and licking his lower lip gently before deepening the kiss. He grabbed her under her stabilizing arm, dragging her on top of the table and sliding a hand up her shirt to cup an ample breast. He flicked her nipple, grinning into her mouth at her gasp, and then, with all the strength that he possessed, he pulled away.
“Okay. Crazy woman. I am not having sex with any other women. I have no plans to start having sex with any other women, seeings how I’m having such a difficult time convincing you to have sex with me. Not that I mind,” he added, seeing her about to interject what was probably going to be another acidic comment, “for I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you.”
‘There,’ he thought. ‘She can’t possibly argue with that.’
He was only slightly shocked when she punched him in the arm and called him a big dork.