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Disclaimer: ...Uhh, I dunno what I'm supposed to say here. I just did it cause all the cool kids are doing it! What? Shut up.

My first story ever... published? Whatever. I thought I'd give it a shot, some good writers for the femslash category, but it could definitely use more [And I consider myself decent, I'm not some conceited twat] Anyways, we'll see how this goes. Keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times, cause this ride's gonna be fucking rocky.

^CH^

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10:53 P.M. and I find myself pacing this small room. Counting the seconds, begging the clock to move faster.

I wait for her. She had called from the airport, "I'll be home in about 2 hours," she said --an hour and someting minutes ago-- in that husky voice of hers, but something sounded different with her. I found myself smiling, just imagining her fidgeting with the phone cord, chewing her lower lip. Her impossibly clear green eyes smoldering with a look I know so well. My knees tremble and weaken, just at the thought. "Hurry back", I whispered, picturing the fierce look of determination on her beautiful face as she bids me a hasty goodbye and hangs up.

Three weeks. Three weeks without my beloved. Three weeks without feeling her gentle yet strong, slender fingers glide over my body. Without her hot breath in my ear, whispering, panting, or moaning. Three whole, agonizing weeks without the mere feeling of a kiss, or even her scent --even though we share this home, but it isn't the same--, and merely thinking about these things makes my entire being stiffen with expectation. It's been deprived of it's drug, and it wants it back.

And I know, if I'm reacting this way, she must be going insane.

I silently curse her family, taking my lover away from me, insisting that she visit, alone. They never liked me, but I could never bring myself to care all that much, I never liked them either.

I can almost feel the vibrations of her laugh, remembering the string of curses that "unwillingly" escaped my mouth as she told me of her families request. Naturally, she wouldn't of denied, and I wouldn't of stopped her, but at the moment I was lying in her arms and couldn't fully understand what it would mean; if I had, I would have cursed more.

Suddenly, I hear the lock of the door rattle; my heart stops for a moment before it begins to pound a mile a minute, and I feel like a highschool girl face-to-face with her crush.

The knob twists and the door slowly --and rather dramatically-- swings open, and there stands my knight, in all her disheveled glory.

Her hair is messy, no doubt from constantly running her fingers through it, and I inwardly chuckle at her boyish choice of clothing; jeans and a dress shirt with it's sleeves rolled up. Her eyes burn into me as we simply stare at eachother for a moment. Then, she moves, using her foot to unceremoniously slam the door shut, not minding as her luggage falls heedlessly to the ground and all too quickly, she's hugging me, so tight, like I'm her lifeline, and I'm clinging back just as desperately.

Her breathing is ragged against my neck, tension is radiating from her body, as is evident in her ungraceful and stiff movements, and I know she needs this as bad as I do.

She pulls back, and I brush her short hair away from her eyes, then immediately pull her head down, smashing our lips together. She didn't seem surprised at all, kissing me back with a raw intensity that merely served to feed the already raging fire inside of me.

We start to move, her body guiding me to the bedroom. Our hands blindly grope our surroundings, knocking things over in our attempt to navigate, but I don't care and she cares less. She trips and nearly falls, almost taking me with her, our reward for our stubborn determination to never disengage. Before she even fully recovers, my lips are claimed by hers again, but I find myself smiling and she chuckles at our seemingly adolescent want and need for eachother.

I shortly find myself on my back, lying on our bed and she's mounted on top of me, her hands making quick work of my shirt while I struggle in vain with her jeans.

Her mouth ravages mine, our actions testing the boundaries of passion as an animalistic sense of lust overshadows all our humanly rational thought.

I break away, panting for air, but she doesn't waste time, kissing down my neck, sucking on multiple places, undoubtedly leaving marks, but I relish in them, enjoying the sting as she claims me as her own.

Slender hips begin to grind against me, causing a delightful friction. I moan and wrap my legs around her tightly, moving in time with her, feeling her clamp her teeth down on my neck, attempting to stiffle a groan. Her expert hands cup my breasts as I rake my hands down her still-clothed back, the shirt frustrating me as a need to feel her skin against mine began to rise.

With her help, I rid her of her jeans, then shirt, leaving her only in a tanktop and panties, both of which are promptly removed, and I pull her to me just as she thrusts two fingers inside of me. I arch upwards and gasp, loving the familiar feeling of her filling me. I recover enough to mimick her movements, and soon we're both moving in rhythm with eachother, high on this ecstacy of pleasure heightened by weeks of deprivation.

Her free hand digs into my arm, and I reach over, bringing her down for one final, rough kiss before the end of this catches both of us by surprise. I bit down on her lower lip by accident, electing a whimper, followed by a deep groan from her. Then it's all over.

I taste a hint of blood as she pulls away, slowly extracts her fingers and placing an impassioned kiss on my lips as I let out a small sound of satisfaction, extracting my own fingers from within her. She gently lowered herself on top of me, and I held her there, enjoying her familiar weight, listening to her breathing return to normal, and feeling the tension in her body almost magically disappear.

After a while, she lifts her head, pressing her forehead against mine. "Hi," she grinned. Her eyes, even though they still held a small flame within them, were now bright with a mischiveous, joking glint. She peppered my face and neck with small kisses, coaxing giggles out of me.

"Hi..." I whispered, running my fingers through her hair. She nuzzled my neck before falling still again, sighing. "I missed you so much. It was crazy."

I laughed, placing a kiss on any part of her I could reach, "I missed you too. Welcome home, baby."

~Finis~

[Listening to I.C.P. while writing a story like this and remaining on focus is... challenging...]