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Her
Sweets were served, dishes were prepared, the room was lit, the vibe was checked, and most importantly, he was here.
They've been together for fourteen years, unfortunately not in an intimate way.
"Family" they say, however, fate was the only thing she believed in. Older by 5 years, he wasn't that assertive provided she obeyed him like an older brother.
She wants to obey him in a lot more than that.
Quiet and focused, he never forced her into anything as for her, every reaction and feeling towards him was as natural as it should be.
He, on the other hand practically raised her, from reading fables to fractions.
The only thing now common between them was sexual tension, or was it just attraction?
The corner of her eyes have once noticed him checking her out, subtlety was never his tea.
He never missed an opportunity to put his hands around her waist "Move you dummy!' he would say defensively even though she never bothered.
The mole on his upper lip makes her feel things she isn't too proud of, especially when they curve upwards into a smirk while looking at her.
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Him
Intoxicating. That is what her smell was to him. Shorter by five inches, she never once spoke to him with her eyes looking directly at him, even though she commanded the room like a Queen.
She makes him weak and not just in the knees. The brief moments where he finds his skin brushing against her, lead him to insatiable thoughts.
Every detail is being noticed each day. The corner of his eyes can always catch the glimpse of her luscious lips covered with red paint, or her gold tanned thighs that jiggle when she tries to hop for the jar at the top, or her ever so round soft breasts that hang gently from her chest.
Was she always this feminine?
When was the last time she was forcefully made to sit on his lap? Was she 5? Or 6?
He did not like it then, or maybe he did; his 10-year-old brain did not bother with the hormones.
He however, just wants one thing now, her on his lap- naked.
