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By Galadrial Date: 2003 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.01.02.04.18294]] |
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When a man buries his hand in your hair, you know you are in something of a fix. A man does not touch your hair, unless he means to touch you. And wrapping his fingers in it? Oh yeah. You got trouble for sure. He was not a hairdresser. "Excuse me...but...touching my hair---that's kind of intimate, don't you think?" I joked, trying to look anywhere at at his eyes. I had done a very good job of that. Evading the eye to eye contact. Normally, it was something I insisted on. But with this man, who already occupied too much of my thinking time, looking over, or around him seemed wiser. But when a man has your hair...there are only so many places you can look. He wrapped his hand another turn around the chestnut spill...and like it or not, I was looking right at them. His eyes. Ever drown in two eyes? Ever feel like the look someone gave you was WAY too knowing? That he not only knew where every scar lay on your body---but was thinking---seriously thinking...of kissing a few? All right, dammit. I quivered. I didn't mean to---but i did. He leaned in...and whispered. "Say no." "To what?" I asked. "Wrong answer." he replied. And that easily a kiss began---a kiss? NO. THE KISS by which all others paled. Quiver hell, now I was shaking. But i was LIKING it. I have no idea how long it took---i only know that I felt an immense sense of regret as his lips left mine. "Say No." he said again, something like devilish amusement dancing in his eyes. "But if I say no, how do I know what the question was?" I asked---trying for sane, and logical. He smiled...and kissed me again. The world tilted on it's axis. The angels freaking SANG. This man was the master of lips---and I damned well LIKED what he did. "I will not ask you questions." he said. "Call it friendly advice. When I want to do something, I will just say the same thing. Call it a warning shot. If you say no---I will respect that...and stop dead. But really---there are only two answers possible. Yes, or no." He leaned in again, framing my face with his hands. "Say no." he whispered. And slowly, his hands traced my collar bone, danced around and over my breasts, and when my lips parted to release breath, he wa son them again...slowly drugging me with that damned KISS. Say no? How the hell did you say no, when every part of you was giddy with a yes? I felt his hands slip lower, felt them curve gently around my buttocks---and a moment later, he settled his hips against mine,and I was delciously pinned. "Last chance. You see, once i kissed you, I knew i wanted more than a kiss. But I am a gentleman---sometimes. I thought I would give you every opportunity to wiggle free. And I have. So i ask youone last time---and if you give the wrong answer---or if you give no answer at all---I assume this is what you wish as well. "Say no." I said a lot of things. I discovered a new languge---one that contained 10,000 names for God. I said things I never dreamed I would---and things I couldn't even spell...but when it came down to it, i just couldn't...say no. |