I am cynthia, Cynthia is we...
Omg.
I am on the late freight here with Mr. Raymond Ablack.
I’ve got Ginny & Georgia S2:ep6 Min 44 on slow repeat. << Notice I care enough to give you time tags and everything.
do yourself a favor and read this Fic before you watch at .5 speed...
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You’ve been watching Joe come into his own after his falling out with his parents.
You’re Married now.
You had your chance back in college when you came back for the long weekend and had that accidental encounter back when he was ‘barely-just’ legal and you were getting that impulsive itch out of your system.
Little did you know that you were his first. Didn’t find that little trinket out until after you moved back, with kids. Sheesh, that was awkward conversation when Tom was about town getting to know my awful teen year stories... wow...
*sigh* Tom and Ray (come to think of it) had that on common... Its the kind hand and the food when I didn’t know I needed it. Lord knows he’s stayed up way later than he should have to let me vent...
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You need this. You deserve this.
“we’re closed!”
You close and lock the door behind you.
This is it. You take a breath and put the first of the 10 steps you know it’ll take to reach him.
step 4 Your lips are dry... your mouth is a desert, why did you forget to drink a damn glass of water.
Damn’t FOCUS!
His eyes. His almond brown eyes widen, I am mesmerised. He is so captivating. his stare is so...
Did he just do a sweep... does he know. can he see?
I’m not wearing... nothing in the way just that red silk blouse he always lingered on, and the hint of that lace that I caught him eyeing....
step 6 “hi”
His hair is so much longer than it was when we were younger. But it suits him so well.. Its thicker now...
huh... and the beard.
His scent is surrounds me, sandalwood, and lemon cleanser.
and as I breathe in I feel his soft lips touch mine.
Instantly I’m electrified. Every nerve center in my body feels afire. I don’t want this feeling to end. My core is hot and warm and the thought of what those lips could do to other places. To what those lips have done in the past, what the promise of those lips could do again.
I take one more breath in, and when he withdraws from me...the energy i felt is fading... but I’m humming with it. My fingertips are tingling with the heat and energy he’s set off in me.
But joe.. he’s not following me?
I can’t feel that same pull, that same electricity...
I tried. ah well.
...*gasp*...
both hands on my waist as...as...he pulls me in. The rush of electricity is back, the embers burst back into flames as I can feel his excitement pushing against me, through his jeans. And as my breath hitches, he looks down at me, with the same hunger I saw when we were younger. His eyes searching, pleading for more.
Oh!
I dive right back in to those amazing lips. I throw myself into him as he pulls me closer, and pushes his hips harder into my center. i feel it. the need he fills me with.
He pulls back, to swiftly remove his sweater and there is a wall of cinnamon flesh, warm and inviting. His scent fills my nostrils.
Hes grown now.
so much more muscular and masculine then that first time. His chest begs out to be touched, so I let my hands and eyes linger as I wave my palms across his pectorals and abdomen. While my hands wander, he’s made quick work of my blouse.
His calloused fingers scrape against the gentle skin of my ribs, my shoulders. There is a cold rush of air as gooseflesh prickles against my exposed skin. He pauses for a second to chuckle, seeming amused. He dives right to my neck, and with a brush of his beard against my clavicle I’m completely undone.
He’s too far, there are too many clothes, this is too slow, and too fast. And I want it all now.