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======================================================================== Snapshot #23 Water Tower Inn (MF, exh) ======================================================================== (c) August 2000 - All Rights Reserved Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com) ======================================================================== "I'll do it," she spoke softly in his ear. He opened his eyes as the words penetrated into his mind, and the familiar rustling of her movements stirred his consciousness. His head lay back cradled into the pillows piled high against the unfamiliar headboard. Her weight settled comfortably across his legs. He licked his lips deliberately, and glanced at her sideways. She lay naked across the bedcovers, facedown, her fingers idly toying with her long brunette locks, a mischievous expression upon her freckled features. As always, she was absolutely glorious. Knowing that he was playing with fire, but honestly not believing that she would, he shook his head slowly. "You wouldn't." The smile gracing her lips intensified. After a moment, she pushed herself up from her relaxation and crawled up the bed until her lips again rested against his ear. Her voice was husky, warm, and absolutely not to be denied. "I'll do it," she repeated firmly after a moments hesitation. Before he could protest, she was standing erect on her bare feet, padding across the worn mottled carpet, her fingers on the doorknob. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, positive that she was teasing him. He smiled at her in understanding, beckoning her back to bed with his finger. Her lips formed an airy kiss, and before his breath could hitch, she was gone. Her bare skin glowed in the hallway light, her bare foot upturned as she slipped through the doorway. The heavy steel door closed firmly with the solid click of finality. His whispered words fell into an empty room, "I didn't want it that badly." He thought briefly of going after her, but abandoned that notion almost as quickly as it had come. The inexpensive bedside clock flipped to 6:24, and he sighed as he settled back into the pillows, and closed his eyes, trying not to think of her departure. Though she'd only been gone a few seconds, he ached with her absence. A soft tapping opened his eyes. With a rush of adrenaline, he leapt to his feet, nearly stumbling to the doorway. Her infectious grin absorbed his brief anger reducing it to amazement. Her bare breasts danced as she laughed and side stepped back into the room, brushing his arm with electricity. He let the door swing shut as she collapsed in laughter back across the bedclothes. As he settled back onto the bed beside her, she propped herself up on an elbow. Her face was flushed. "That expression was priceless," she whispered to him. "Did anyone see?" he asked simply, trying to keep accusation out of his voice. She simply smiled, and raised her right hand. Moisture dripped between her tightly closed fingers. With a mischievous grin, she opened her fingers slowly, revealing the small, clear frozen water cubes settled in the palm of her hand. Shivering, she softly touched her nipples with the ice, raising her flesh with a sigh. He opened his lips as he felt the coolness of the water trace them, and one by one the cubes of ice melted against his tongue only barely tackling his thirst. The coolness of the ice was immediately replaced with the pliant warmth of her mouth on his. She smiled as she felt him stir. "Yes," she whispered. |
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