The Search For Shattered Pieces *Complete*

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Rhetoric and Reckonings

Zachariah:

"Dove, what are you doing?" I ask Lyra.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Lyra snips back at me. "I'm lacing up my skates.

"It's midnight Lyra."

"Again, I know how to tell time."

"Ooohhh someone is in a mood." I say with a smile. "It's late, Dove."

"No later than I usually practice."

"What are you listening to? I don't recognize it."

"Avril Lavigne's 'Head Above Water."

"Wow, there's blast from the past."

"She has some really great music and when it's just me practicing at this time I like to free skate a little, to help me warm up for my routine."

"I like it."

"Go glad you approve." Lyra finishes lacing up her skates and moves to the ice but I stop her.

"You're in my way."

"I know, what are you going to do about it." I pull her into my arms and can feel her heart racing.

"Zach, this isn't funny."

"No, it isn't funny at all." It's totally arousing. But I don't say that out loud.

"I need to practice."

"And I need to kiss you."

"You need to kiss me?"

"You look beautiful, you're standing in front of me and yes, I need to kiss you. Will you let me kiss you, Dove."

Lyra bites her lip and then looks shyly up at me. "Well if you NEED to, I guess it's all right then."

I capture her lips with mine and kiss her wildly, with all the pent up passion I have for her, I feel her tongue and it's dueling with mine and it feels like heaven. Lyra is kissing me back just as passionately as I'm kissing her. I put my hands under her sweater and feel her breasts.

"Is this okay, Dove?"

"Don't stop, that feel so good, Zach."

I groan and continue to massage her breasts. Her nipples are stiff buds and they're calling to me. I pull the sweater off and pull down her leotard until I can see them. God they're beautiful. I put my mouth on one stiff peak and hear her moan and see her throw her head back in abandon it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"We have to stop," Lyra moans. "We're in the ice rink, Zach."

"I don't give a shit where we are, Dove." I switch to her other breasts and bite the tip ever so gently, she let's out another sweet moan of pleasure and it makes me feel like a God. I'm doing this to her. I'm giving her pleasure.

"No...we really need to stop."

I stop immediately. If Lyra says stop, then stop I will. I pull up her leotard and hand her her sweater. She puts it on but her eyes are still glassy with pleasure and unrequited pleasure. She's flushed and beautiful and I can't wait until I get my hands on her again. God I'm glad I visited the rink this late.

"That's not exactly how I'd intended to start practice," Lyra says shyly.

"It's the best way...it relaxed you didn't it?"

"Uhmmm more like left me feeling 'needy'."

It's my turn to groan. I'd like to fill that need of hers. .  "You're sure you're okay here?"