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Subject: Let the tears flow freely (M/f romantic)
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A little romance in all this sex - enjoy and repost as you choose.
PATMiramalin
Then let the tears flow freely
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong
fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache
with sorrow. Solitude is the ally of sorrow as well
as a companion of spiritual exaltation. (Kahil Gibran)
"This blue is not right…neither is this green… what is wrong? They were okay
yesterday…" throwing down the brushes in disgust and grabbing her jacket she
headed for the door. Winter had blown into town the week before - grey skies
and as the wind whipped her hair into her face, she brushed it back
absentmindedly.
Walking slowly toward the beach, she noticed how quiet everything was: not many
cars or people on the street but it was still early and a Sunday besides. A
good day to be by the fireplace with nice cup of coffee, snuggling and talking
about nothing and everything, giggling, laughing.
Shaking her head, she continued walking. She noticed for the first time how
grey the sky and clouds were - she sighed - even the grey isn't right. It
isn't the grey she would use - it's… it's… it's HIS grey. Damn it! Leave it
be, she thought to herself, striding a little faster she tried to distance
herself from her thoughts and his words to her. But it was no good for they
keep invading her mind, her heart…her spirit.
"I need some space"he had said. "I need time to...to?" Even he didn't know why
he needed to be away from her. It wasn't her or their relationship, it was
just that he needed to sort everything out. And the look in his eyes told her
so much. She could see pain, hurt, frustration and yet desire and passion, but
at that moment, neither of them knew which was which…
Turning away so he couldn't see her pain, she had responded "I understand, but
don't stay away too long… k?"
"Oh angel," he sighed deeply.. "Even you know the answer to that.....I will
return to your side, I promise".
Trembling, but again hiding it from him, she suppressed a tearful lump rising
in her throat"Then go - go now - before I ask for more."
Silently watching her, knowing how badly she was hurt and wanting to go to her,
to comfort her, to tell her it will be okay, he hesitated. He just needed time
and yet took one step towards her. Then he stopped and walked slowly away. As
the distance between them grew, it seemed like the sky became darker and
colder.
She clutched her fists together tightly, willing herself not to cry. Without
turning around he spoke softly… "I'll be in touch."
Looking back, though, through tear speckled eyes, she had known something
wasn't right when she answered the door to let him in. His body was ridged and
he wasn't smiling. Handing her a red rose, his eyes searched hers for a long
moment. She stood there, not knowing what to do, but then she smiled and he
softened and smiled back. "Come on in, dinner's almost ready."
Putting his coat in the closet, he noticed something different. "Hey.. you
changed the room around - again!"
Laughingly, she replied, "Yes, I keep trying for the perfect combination.. not
quite there yet, but almost got it." The couch was against the wall under the
window… two chairs and a glass table were in front of the fireplace.
"Why not the couch by the fire?" he asked studying the layout of the room.
She frowned… "Don't know.. just seemed cozier with the chairs there." He
liked her style - blues and grays - and, smiling to himself.. the black and
burgundy pillows.. just for color? or.. to show the world she doesn't care.
Watching her in the kitchen, she reminded him of a 16 year-old kid… hair pulled
back in a ponytail - jeans, a crop-top t-shirt and, chuckling to himself, a dab
of blue paint on her cheek. "Trying your hand at painting?"
Blushing slightly she replied, "Yes, how did you know? I probably should
leave it to my brother, though. I am not doing too good here. I can't even
get the right colors. Think he inherited that talent from Grandma and Mother
rather than me."
Striding over to the stereo, and pulling a CD from the collection, he turned on
the player and adjusted the volume. Looking up, he could see a startled look
on her face… "Now why should she look like that?" he wondered. As the music
filled the room… they both were affected… almost at the same moment… it always
did that… especially that cd…
"Come here Milady…"
She glanced up as her words od protest drifted away unspoken. He was looking
straight at her, and his voice became a little stronger... "Come here… now.."
She poured two glasses of wine and walked slowly back into the living room. The
music and him seemed to be pulling her there almost against her will. Handing
him a glass, she took a sip and tasted the fruit and the texture. He took her
into his arms and slowly they started to dance, a little romance.
Sighing softly, she wanted this moment to last forever, but she knew, deep in
her heart, things were destined to change. Lifting her chin with his hand, he
saw her eyes were bright with unshed tears.
"What's this, sweetness - tears?"
Brushing them away with the back of her hand, " Must be from the onions I was
cutting up.."
"Don't think so somehow angel"
Their bodies swayed slowly to the beat of the music... "No, really… I'm
fine…"
Taking her glass and setting both glasses down on the table, his arms held her
closer. "She can't know that something is bothering me - can she?"
He reached up and took the clip from her hair, letting the curls fall down
around her shoulders. "Ah, that's better… "
Nuzzling her shoulder, he found the spot - kissed her there and felt her melt
into him. She tilted her head slightly as if to offer him her neck to make her
his forever. Yet she noticed he hesitated.
Then his lips touched hers and he heard her moan. The kiss deepened and she
trembled, taking his lips away only long enough to remove her t-shirt, he
kissed her again - this time taking her tongue inside his mouth - making her
lips a feast for him.
As his strong hands caressed her soft skin, he noticed that tonight her bra was
satin and knew from past experiences her panties would match - same colour,
same fabric. That thought made him harder than he already was. Slowly he
unzipped her jeans and watched her shrug them to the floor -- he was right.
She reached for him… and kissed him gently as she unbutton his shirt, one
button at a time. And one kiss, for each button… one… two… three… four..
five…her kisses were so sweet. He wished he had a hundred buttons!
As her hands caressed his chest, he moaned with pleasure and the beat of the
music lifted them both to another place as they gave to each other kiss upon
kiss.... their passions giving way to desires...
.... And then he was gone. Almost fainting, she reached the jetty. She
reassured herself that it was going to be okay. It's not like he was leaving
her forever - only for a short while.....Yet the tears she had been holding
back now were released and laying her head upon her arms, she let the tears
flow freely.
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