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From: "celia batau" <pinataheart@bigplanet.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Crash into Me {celia batau} (MF)
Date: Fri,  1 Jun 2001 11:10:05 -0400
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hi everyone!

here is a new story. :)

note: copyright 2001 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use
so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy,
distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges
access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given
to "no charge" websites with written consent of author.

this story was edited by Sam I am. yay Sam!

If you like this story or have any comments, please email us at
pinataheart@bigplanet.com.

-cb


Crash into Me (MF)
celia batau, (C)2001

The story began with a word, a whisper. The reality of the world around the
small figure grew solid. Letter by letter. Noun by noun, and verb by verb.
The small figure repeated the words, sometimes making up some of her own.
The reality grew cold and wet. Bits of the atmosphere rolled down her skin.
Other bits collected to dampen the white cotton top and loose denim jeans.

Still whispering, the figure raised an arm, trying to keep her balance as
gravity took hold. She crouched on the gravelly uneven ground. Ahead of her,
at the top of the rise, was the black line of a road curving out into the
woods. Directly behind her was a crumpled red Celica, folded around the
trunk of a small redwood.

The figure looked back and forth. Vertical strips of sky came into view.
Rich greens and reddish browns melted with the misty wind. Shivering, she
crawled up the rise and stood in the middle of the road. She pushed the dark
hair out of her eyes. Both directions looked the same to her.

The figure began walking.

--

David rested his head against the wheel and breathed. He swallowed dryly and
waited for his pounding heart to relax. Finally, he wiped his hand across
the foggy surface of the windshield, smearing the fog into a haze of
droplets. He cracked the window down, trying to clear the fog on the rest of
the windshield and to get a better view.

A single headlight shone against the trees where his car had stopped
perpendicular across both lanes. David twisted the key and thanked the gods
for rear engines.

--

The figure turned at the sound of an engine. A moment later the glow of a
headlight turned the bend and faced her. Shielding her eyes, she watched the
oncoming vehicle until it slowed and stopped several meters below her.

--

David turned on the water and gently guided the woman over to the sink. He
reached for a washcloth as he held her swaying body, then helped her clean
the blood from her forehead.

"Don't fall asleep on me."

"Three three six. . ." she replied, telling him the numbers of his address.
". . . sink," she completed a moment later.

--

Ambulance. The word had a nice sound. Ambulance. The figure repeated it. A
man's face appeared before her. She studied him -- a handsome face with a
worried expression. His eyes were asking her something. Slowly, her mouth
opened, and a small, strange voice told him, "No."

--

The bedroom was dark when the figure woke. The bed was soft and the blankets
warm. She listened, but couldn't hear the man, David, who had carried her
back from the wreck.

Sitting up, she slipped out of bed. The whole house was dark, but she
managed to find her way to the living room, where the dim glow from the
exterior lights revealed a shape lying on the couch. The figure stood
quietly in the darkness, looking for the subtle clues that would tell her if
she should approach.

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine now."

The figure stepped to the couch and knelt on the carpet by David's head.
"I'm sorry about your car."

The woman's voice was soft. David smiled. "It's ok."

"I didn't mean. . . ."

"I know."

David raised himself on his elbow to see her a little better. Her long dark
hair fell over her face and shoulders. She pushed a few of the tangled
strands from her face and smiled back.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

The figure's heart jumped. She didn't know why, but his question saddened
her. She wanted to go home. The idea that she had let a total stranger, in
fact, a total stranger she had crashed into, take her to his home and put
her in his bed instead, worried her. Her fingers interlocked in the crevasse
between her thighs. She looked down at her hands, then back up to look at
his body stretched out in front of her. But at the same time she didn't want
to go home either. She didn't want to be anywhere that wasn't near him.

"No. Not if you don't want to, I mean."

The woman's eyes were bright. She was looking back at him. Her anxiousness
was obvious. But to David, not even that anxiousness could take the beauty
from her face, nor any amount of darkness dim the glow she radiated. She was
waiting for him. She wanted something, and all he could do was sit there and
wonder how to respond. David kicked himself. He was never any good at these
things.

Taking a chance, he leaned forward. The woman's eyes fluttered closed as
their lips found each other. Each leaned closer, cementing the kiss. Tongue
found tongue momentarily, then the kiss broke.

The figure licked her lips. Warm ripples spread through her body. She leaned
forward and found David's lips again. Encouraged, he lifted a hand to stroke
her face. The figure rose on her knees and took his head in her hands.
Together, they joined on the couch. David sat up so she could straddle his
legs. His hands ran the narrow border of skin between her top and pants,
then pressed upward underneath to cup her breasts through the soft cotton
bra.

She pressed herself against his hands. She moaned into his mouth as he
fondled her. Slowly, she let her hands slip over his shoulders to rub his
arms. Her world was lips and hands and breasts, and as soon as her roaming
hands found David's boxers, penis.

David groaned. Her hands pulled at his waistband. She took him in her hands.
Carefully, she stroked him, letting him grow to full strength before letting
go and pushing herself up onto her feet. Quickly, she undid her pants and
slid them off. David lifted his hips and pulled off his boxers as the woman
finished undressing and climbed back on top of him.

The figure tilted her head back as David's lips found her throat, pressing
kisses up, then down and over her collar bone. She moaned again, this time a
little louder as he caught a nipple between his fingers. David's other hand
moved to his manhood. The figure brought her face to his shoulder and let
herself rock with the gentle stroking of his arm. David stopped when she
reached down, took hold of his hand, and lightly pushed his arm backward,
indicating she wanted him to lie down. He did and she guided herself onto
him, seating herself fully.

The figure ground herself over him while one of David's thumbs combed
through her coarser hair before moving below and into her wetness. When his
thumb found her clit, she screamed and ground harder. Finding his other
thumb, she lifted it to her mouth and sucked in rhythm to the union below.

Instinct soon took over. Bathed in sweat, they moved together. The pressure
built. The figure felt herself slipping higher and higher. Her body froze,
unable to focus on anything until her overheated nerves burst in a flash
that consumed her. Moments later, David followed, losing himself in the
heat.

--

The next morning, a short line of flashing lights blocked the bend in the
road as rescue workers labored to free the broken remains of a woman trapped
in a bright red sports car, while a second lifeless body, recovered from
another vehicle farther around the bend, was loaded into the back of an
ambulance. With barely a word, hardly a whisper, she was freed as well,
oblivious to the hands that held her, oblivious to the reality that
continued on around them.

-- 
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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