She remembers the graze of his hand against hers, and the heat of his breath against her throat as the whisky bottle spun on the floor. She remembers the way he held her down in the sand, his fist closed around her throat. She remembers the feel of his hand fisted in her hair as he licked cocaine dust off the small of her back. She remembers the feel of his hands on her hips as she swayed to the music, cooking dinner in that crappy little kitchen. She remembers the sound of his voice as he strained against the restraints, watching her get off for him.
She pours the heat of every memory into her touch, into her kiss, slow and hungry. He won't hear the words. He is a creature of sensation, a creature of passion. She is too. She knows that now. He scares her because he is so much like her. He represents the past road she didn't take, the future she doesn't have.
She rises on her knee, never breaking that kiss, letting him shift her jeans down over her hips. She stands to kick them off, never more than a heartbeat between mouthfuls. His thumbs find the hollows of her hips, his strong hands curling around her hipbones, and she moans against his lips, settling back across his thighs.
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Date: 2010-02-16 06:06 pm (UTC)She pours the heat of every memory into her touch, into her kiss, slow and hungry. He won't hear the words. He is a creature of sensation, a creature of passion. She is too. She knows that now. He scares her because he is so much like her. He represents the past road she didn't take, the future she doesn't have.
She rises on her knee, never breaking that kiss, letting him shift her jeans down over her hips. She stands to kick them off, never more than a heartbeat between mouthfuls. His thumbs find the hollows of her hips, his strong hands curling around her hipbones, and she moans against his lips, settling back across his thighs.