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No Regrets
A / N - Okay. Just. Two people in the back of theatre. Read. Review. I'm new at this. Critque's are welcome. =]]
They entered the theatre together, quietly and quickly like church mice. Finding a seat wasn't hard, farthest row back. People filed in around them, causing the two to pause and hurriedly survey their surroundings. Those two girls weren't too close. That elderly couple were only a few seats down, I guess they're okay. The lights dimmed, and they hesitated. Let's not get too hasty right?
They turned to face each other, piercing each other's eyes with their own stare. He quietly pulled her toward him, and gently brushed his lips against hers. He knew she'd come to him, only a matter of seconds. She retracted for a second, intent on making him want it. They quietly came together, his tongue exploring her mouth. She placed her hands behind his neck, ruffling his hair. They continued, his soft, moist lips pressed against hers. All she could ever hope for. He slowly left her lips, while she persisted for more.
"I Love You."
He clutched her hand and smiled. He brushed his fingers across her face, like an artist at work. He worked his way back to her open, waiting mouth. He lets out a slight giggle. He worked his tongue back in, letting his hands explore. They found her neck, and he stroked it lightly. She found his shoulder, and grasped it, she could feel it, he was shivering.
"Are You Okay?"
"Oh. God. Yes."
He wouldn't let her leave him, he was enjoying this as much as she was. It made a smile escape her lips, and he continued. They sat for a moment. Her leg had become entwined in his, he was warm. She wanted to stay there forever, just bask in his love. He came closer, and whispered into her ear, making it tingle. He let his tonuge discover her ear, he gently traced the lobe. He persisted, he was teasing her, nibbling it. Pulling away, as she mumbled something incoherant. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, she grasped his fingers. She would match him. Make him need it.
"Mm. God. I Love You So Much."
He had intensified, good. Even better. She slowly brought his fingertips up to her lips, guiding his fingers, letting them play. She selected one, and placed it into her mouth. Letting her tongue slide over it, seducing him. Why was she doing this? He curled into delight, slipping down into the chair, allowing her to do this to him. She glanced over at him, continuing to suckle it. She consumed the entire finger, slowly and gently allowing her tongue to caress it. He turned her face to his, her eyes alight with passion.
He brought her into a kiss, uncontrolled his tongue ravaging inside her mouth. She tried to get closer, closer to him, closer to this precious body.
"Stay With Me Forever. God. Please. Just."
He let his tongue travel to her ear again, nipping at it, letting her savor the moment. His hand roamed downwards, she made no move to stop it. Enjoying this too much. His leg was shaking, shivering, increasing in pace. His hand found what it was looking for. He stroked her stomache, his fingers dancing along the flesh. Lower, he ventured. Stop him! She was screaming inside. Don't no. She wouldn't stop him, she was getting was too much enjoyment from this. Too much to stop, to say No. His fingers slid beneath her jeans, they were warm, pleasing to an extent. Was this it?
"I Don't Think You Want To Go There."
A warning had been issued. Her mind, the gears turned, too quickly for her to keep up with it. He didn't realize it, consumed in his own world. He was almost there. Retracing the same path, not going farther. It was too nice to be true, too real, emotions were everywhere. Her mind had exploded, collapsed upon itself, like a black hole.
"I Don't Think You Want To Go There."
Once again. She wanted it, but, what would have happened when he did. Well. Get there. He faced her, it registered within his brain, what he had been doing. His hand shot out, apologies spilling everywhere. She tried to hush him. Making up for it, he drew her into a kiss. The two had been breathing heavily. She let her hand find its way to him, spread her fingers across his thigh. She tightly gripped it, feeling the rough texture of his jeans, making her way up slowly. Suddenly, the lights became brighter, illuminating the theatre. The two retreated immediately, resuming their original positions, returning their heart rates to normal. People were flowing out by the stairwell, the credits rolled by slowly. Whatever happens in the movies, stays in the movies. . .
They entered the theatre together, quietly and quickly like church mice. Finding a seat wasn't hard, farthest row back. People filed in around them, causing the two to pause and hurriedly survey their surroundings. Those two girls weren't too close. That elderly couple were only a few seats down, I guess they're okay. The lights dimmed, and they hesitated. Let's not get too hasty right?
They turned to face each other, piercing each other's eyes with their own stare. He quietly pulled her toward him, and gently brushed his lips against hers. He knew she'd come to him, only a matter of seconds. She retracted for a second, intent on making him want it. They quietly came together, his tongue exploring her mouth. She placed her hands behind his neck, ruffling his hair. They continued, his soft, moist lips pressed against hers. All she could ever hope for. He slowly left her lips, while she persisted for more.
"I Love You."
He clutched her hand and smiled. He brushed his fingers across her face, like an artist at work. He worked his way back to her open, waiting mouth. He lets out a slight giggle. He worked his tongue back in, letting his hands explore. They found her neck, and he stroked it lightly. She found his shoulder, and grasped it, she could feel it, he was shivering.
"Are You Okay?"
"Oh. God. Yes."
He wouldn't let her leave him, he was enjoying this as much as she was. It made a smile escape her lips, and he continued. They sat for a moment. Her leg had become entwined in his, he was warm. She wanted to stay there forever, just bask in his love. He came closer, and whispered into her ear, making it tingle. He let his tonuge discover her ear, he gently traced the lobe. He persisted, he was teasing her, nibbling it. Pulling away, as she mumbled something incoherant. Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, she grasped his fingers. She would match him. Make him need it.
"Mm. God. I Love You So Much."
He had intensified, good. Even better. She slowly brought his fingertips up to her lips, guiding his fingers, letting them play. She selected one, and placed it into her mouth. Letting her tongue slide over it, seducing him. Why was she doing this? He curled into delight, slipping down into the chair, allowing her to do this to him. She glanced over at him, continuing to suckle it. She consumed the entire finger, slowly and gently allowing her tongue to caress it. He turned her face to his, her eyes alight with passion.
He brought her into a kiss, uncontrolled his tongue ravaging inside her mouth. She tried to get closer, closer to him, closer to this precious body.
"Stay With Me Forever. God. Please. Just."
He let his tongue travel to her ear again, nipping at it, letting her savor the moment. His hand roamed downwards, she made no move to stop it. Enjoying this too much. His leg was shaking, shivering, increasing in pace. His hand found what it was looking for. He stroked her stomache, his fingers dancing along the flesh. Lower, he ventured. Stop him! She was screaming inside. Don't no. She wouldn't stop him, she was getting was too much enjoyment from this. Too much to stop, to say No. His fingers slid beneath her jeans, they were warm, pleasing to an extent. Was this it?
"I Don't Think You Want To Go There."
A warning had been issued. Her mind, the gears turned, too quickly for her to keep up with it. He didn't realize it, consumed in his own world. He was almost there. Retracing the same path, not going farther. It was too nice to be true, too real, emotions were everywhere. Her mind had exploded, collapsed upon itself, like a black hole.
"I Don't Think You Want To Go There."
Once again. She wanted it, but, what would have happened when he did. Well. Get there. He faced her, it registered within his brain, what he had been doing. His hand shot out, apologies spilling everywhere. She tried to hush him. Making up for it, he drew her into a kiss. The two had been breathing heavily. She let her hand find its way to him, spread her fingers across his thigh. She tightly gripped it, feeling the rough texture of his jeans, making her way up slowly. Suddenly, the lights became brighter, illuminating the theatre. The two retreated immediately, resuming their original positions, returning their heart rates to normal. People were flowing out by the stairwell, the credits rolled by slowly. Whatever happens in the movies, stays in the movies. . .