Holidays (Pine) Jan 9, 2009 18:00:55 GMT 1
Post by Bix on Jan 9, 2009 18:00:55 GMT 1
He carried her. Down the hall. She loved it. When he held her. Bix was. Overall. A very independant. Woman. She did not. Need someone to. Carry her. To take care of her. She needed none of it. But now. In his arms. She did not care. If she looked as though. She was slightly dependent. On him. Perhaps that she was. She had never. Had to think bout it before. She didn't care. She just wanted. To be held. To be forgiven. For forgetting. The importance, earlier. For making the mistake. That she had. She was sure. That it was something. Neither of them wanted. They were too young. While he had money. She did not. And they lived. In a poor school. It would. Not be wise. To do something. Such as that.
They got in the elevator. The one. That would descend. To the parking garage. In the elvator. He put her down. It was gentle. She moved. her hands up. To smoothe down her clothing. But she never. Got that far at all. Suddenly. His hands grabbed her. And he pushed her up. Against the wall. Kissing her hungrily. Her eyes closed. Arms moved. Encircling him. Holding him to her. His hands. Were everywhere. All over her body. They kissed. It was amazing. To feel that he. could still want her like this. Even after. All that had happened. In the apartment.
He broke the kiss. His hands moved down. To her rear. As his lips captured. The pale skin. On her neck. She moaned then. Hungry for him as well now. it felt amazing. To know. That right now. he wanted her. If only. They had the time. And the space. To do it in. However, she doubted that they did. Pine was not physically affectionate. In public. Usually. As the elevator doors opened. She gasped. As the sensations stopped. Something she didn't want to happen. She wanted more. But it was public. And she was not stupid. She knew that it was not. POssible for them to. Continue. Least she. Did not think so. They were both panting. Heavily. And she looked up. Into his eyes. Both of them. Were hungry. For one another. Once more.
She took his hand. As they headed. Towards the car. It was okay to. Hold his hand. And it was okay. Evan at school. But she tried. To keep the affection. To a minimum when. In public. Unsure. If it made him uncomforable or not. Bix looked at him. Her eyes were soft. And hungry. And yest. She wasn't go ing. To worry about when. It might happen.
"A store. Three blocks west. Our destination." she explained to him. As they headed. To the car.