Different Type of Love

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Elodie

December 22, 1945

She grabs ahold of my face and kisses me fiercely. My eyes go wide just before I pull back. 

"Cecilia." I breathe. Her eyes staring into mine. Her eyes seem hard to keep open as her brows frown. Her eyes travel to my lips. Her teeth grab ahold of her bottom lip softly. Her arms are now wrapped around my neck. 

I feel her body against my cut, digging deeper by the second. I inhale in pain, she moves back. 

"I'm sorry " 

"I'm fine." Breathlessly, I removed my shirt, so she can see my cut and won't make the same mistake. All of my movements are subtle.Soon after, her dress comes off. 

Thrown onto the bed, she snickered and kicked off her heels. As she waited for me to walk over, I made my way to  the bed. I take my time as I take off my heels. Grabbing my shirt, her dress, and my shoes, I put the all up neatly as she waits impatiently on the bed for me.

"El." She groans, lying on her stomach, lying her head on her arms.

"In a minute, be patient." I demand, finally walking over. 

She's quick to sit up.

"I haven't made you wait that long, now have I?" I sit on the edge on the bed, trying my hardest not to move my torso. My back is toward her so I have to turn my head to see her. Quickly, she grabs my face and begins to devour my lips. She's on her knees, right behind me. Her hand grabs my torso, touching my cut. I inhale sharply. 

"Hm!" She says, whilst still kissing me, she moves her hand. Turning around, I push her on the bed, finally separating our lips. We both take deep breaths, trying to catch them. 

She pulls me down and begins kissing me once more. Our mouths move in sync. By the way she was grabbing my I could tell she's desperate but passionate. Her body sunk into my back. Moving her hand, my cut gets in the way once more.

I yelp and she quickly pushed me away. 

"Son of a bitch." She mumbles breathlessly. "I'm sorry, amor. It's so hard touch- doing anything with you with that damn cut." She admits. "I don't want to hurt you. Are you sure you want to do this? What if I hurt you? What if-"

"Stop talking." I order, "And watch your mouth." I grab her face with a sigh, gain composure of myself and my breath.

"Hmm. You're so pretty, you know that?" I move from on top of her and sit on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs. Leaving her body exposed.

"Thank you." She whined. I saw she was slowly crumbling, aching for me to touch all over her. But I don't. She get's up too, looking at me. I kiss her head.

"Put on a shirt." I pat her thighs twice.

"Huh?" She quickly replied.

"Put on a shirt, Cecilia." She sighed.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no." 

I snickered at her and pain was sent through my body. I inhaled. I took my key out of my pocket and headed over to the door, unlocking it. I felt her eyes on me the whole way there. 

"Then come down when you're decently dressed." I say about to step out.

"And what about you?" She chuckles at the end. I completely forgot I took off my shirt. I sigh and drop my head. Turning around, seeing her smirking, I walk back in and close the door with my foot, now leaving against the door.