la lune. // bastille

la lune. // bastille

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My boyfriend, with the help of security, climbed up the side of the cage and dangled over with a big smile. I pulled myself up and greeted him with a long kiss. I always worried that the sweat and blood might bother him, but it never did. He grabbed on to my damp hair and kissed me with all the passion he could muster into just a few moments. When our lips parted, he let me lower myself down with an adoring smile. "You did fantastic. Well done." "All for you." I told him, placing my gloved hand over my heart. "Every second is for you."
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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