I-catcher Console - Web Monitor . Close, But Not Enough.

Author's note: to Stephanie. Hope you like it as much as I liked Cotton Night (to understand more of this story, read it). I think I did well in my other self POV: P

Please as you read, listen Closer, by Kings Of Leon. It's what sets the tone for the story.

- xoxoxoxoxo -

Stranded in this spooky town, stop right this way And Then the phone lines down ... Are

The ceiling of his room c began to be seensmells really crazy. Wet your lips felt like passing from the most hidden of my ankle to the most sensitive of my hips. Caleb

encouraged him, and he kept the pace slow and tortuous of the song in the background.

... She Took my heart, I think she Took my soul, with the moon I run, far from the carnage of the fiery sun ...

was sure he wanted to kill me. By that I lost in lust. Letting her take ownership of every thought in my mind.

Among my fists were tight the sheets to my side, nothing but smooth as white as daylight that we were still avoiding. The day would come and we would have que to clarify the rules of the game that no longer existed.

... showin 'no mercy I'll do it again. Open up your eyes, you keep on crying, baby I'll bleed you dry ...

As if you had asked me with words of his own mouth, I opened my eyes, only to find the perfect view of my fantasies had materialized.

looked directly at me, his eyes even darker than normal, clouded by the feeling of his victory over me at the time. I felt the shadow of his beard as weak sanded the inside of my thighs.

skies Are ... beneath me I see a storm bubbling up from the sea ... and it's coming closer ...

really

d approached. But I did not see hallucinations of colors and never the blinding light of talking books. My senses suddenly accentuated.

room The smell of her childhood and adolescence was steaming to the destructive temptations that made me go back, stop and start all over again. It smelled of honey could swear that their skin evaporated.

My mouth tasted like the mixture of our saliva. In my guilt, my pain and denial. In sun, sky and cinnamon. And my heart beat fast, but steady and strong. Very strong.

With a muffled groan knew the sweet torture would end soon. This time we defined. This was the weakness that I dominated, which justified the wall of broken glass and lies that we had built. CH

TMLXC

... you sh-sh-shock my bones, leavin 'me stranded in love all on my own ...

inadvertently arched my back to the point of pain, with my fingers buried in her dark hair and slightly damp with sweat. I could feel it everywhere and it was not anywhere near enough.

Minutes passed before I could control my breathing with difficulty. I felt no bones, light and trembling.

What do you think of me? Where am I now, baby Where do I sleep? ...

muttered unintelligible things at the base of my neck, words like music in my skin, another drug, completely different, completely perfect.

had so many things to say that my pride forbade apologies, compliments of her taste, body and skills that my ego would not survive. So many things to say and could not whisper. I played

exhale ... inhale ... or did not know where it went. Her smile, smug now, I controlled. Were different on the outside full of similarities. Were similar in everything that we should not seem.

... Feels so good when I'm home, 2000 years of chasing takin 'it's toll ...

"Close your eyes. Clear your mind. LET IT GO "I said to myself on instant replay.

But now I needed it again. The bipolarity that intoxicates me. The flagelo my body does not forget.

And only with the rough touch of my nails into his shoulders repeated the search for effective bittersweet and elusive that kept us happy moments, but does not satisfy completely. We tried to hit it

blows to the lies and all that hid.

We were like two magnets, attracted by tacit forces but could not fully join, did not complete the attraction. Among

sounds meaningful only to us, held me so tightly I could feel his pain and weakness in my skin. It made me feel complete when he was broken.

... and it's coming closer, and it's coming closer, and it's coming closer ... CH TMLXC Perhaps the day itself was closer. While we made love and passion and something else, more than just the loneliness, I realized we had heart. And mine was breaking. Xoxo

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Pic: Love Disastrous

by Miss-Deathwish