We've got history! He's the past that gives me nightmares.
We've got chemistry! He's the present that makes my skin tingle.
We've got a lot in common, a roof and music to begin with.
My friends are his friends.
We like the same things or at least he...
//I don't believe in superstars, organic food or foreign cars. I don't believe the price of gold, the certainty of growing old. That right is right and left is wrong, that north and south can't get along. That east is east and west is west and being first is always best but I believe in love....// Don Williams
Through the camp fire, he watched where she stood by the grill talking with Claire and two other beach campers. They were all roasting something but only she had his eyes. She was holding a few sticks of marshmallows and maybe some hot dog, he didn't really care about those.
He just sat there, trying to decide which of her looks enthralled him most: her, completely naked underneath and all over him like she was about an hour too long ago or her standing there in his hoodie.
He may have gotten a bit too fierce with her cloth earlier, the damn thing was in his way, clinging to her curves like a second skin in places he desperately wanted his hands and mouth, he may or may not have ripped it into shreds. He still had no remorse.
And when he got her as bare as he wanted, he had taken a step back to admire her, to say she was beautiful would be merely commonizing her. Truth? She was everything he had imagined and then more, she was art, she was glorious and now she was his.
Funny how she thought her boobs looked 'cool' in that dress a few days ago, Iverson begged to differ, they looked extremely cooler with only his palms covering them.
She made him feel things he had never felt before, not even with Jasmine that was his first.
Blue's moans, the passion that turned her pale brown eyes chestnut, the feverish temperature of her body at his touch, it sent all thought of being a gentleman right out of his mind.
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Just remembering how perfectly their bodies synced had him growing increasingly stiff again and knowing she had nothing under his hoodie wasn't helping any. He was becoming fast addicted to her and he didn't think he'd ever get enough.
He watched besottedly as Claire said something to her and she threw her head back in laughter, Iverson's face stretched into a wide grin like he was in on the joke even though he couldn't hear them, watching her laugh pleased him immensely.
"Blink mate, she's not going to disappear if you stop gawking at her for a second." Biggie said, suddenly appearing and planting himself in his line of view.
Iverson straighten in his seat and removed the guitar that sat lamely in his laps, "If I say 'fúck off' nicely, will you leave?" He asked, placing the guitar on the ground beside him.
"Never." Biggie replied as he took another swig from the beer bottle in his hand then moved out of the way to plump down on the seat beside Iverson.
"Aye," he sighed exhaustedly. "the world of good séx can do a man. Here's to Adam and Eve..." He lifted his bottle up in self cheers. "For making the sweetest discovery and teaching it to their kids who passed it on to mankind."
