Specters of Former Suns
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She smelled like Marlboros and Yves Saint Laurent and silky cognac, Luce thought. Like Dubai skies and paper dreams and chlorinated ashes. (Together, they would jump off the skies because there was no line to tip-toe on, to tip-toe-tight-rope up the stairs of heaven.) It wasn't a love story; an elegy; a requiem; a dirge or lament. It was a declaration!
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Leather Jacket (Camren)
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TAKE MY HAND
"What do I smell like?" She rose then and went very close to him, so close that he could feel her breath on his chest, he could see the tiny beads of sweat on her from her workout, she looked up at him, her eyes illuminated by the sun, and showed specks of green mingled with brown, he noticed as she took a deep breath. "You smell like a forest after the rain, woody like amber dry cedar, a bit spicy like cinnamon and ginger, but also comforting and refreshing like petrichor and citrus, it's a beautiful scent." There was something erotic about having her here, so close, having her tell him how good his scent was, have her breathe him in, and look at him the way that she was at that moment. Something in him stirred, and almost of its own accord, his hand lifted to cup her face, as his palm touched the skin of her cheek, her breath caught, and her lips parted. Damien noticed the pink of her lips and placed his thumb on her lower lip. He desperately wanted, no, needed, to taste her lips, to feel her lips on his. As he leaned and their lips finally met, he did not give her the choice to walk away as he pulled her into his embrace, his lips explored hers, tasting and coaxing until she completely gave in and sighed into his arms, her lips opening to meet him as they kissed for what seemed to be a lifetime. Amari could not believe all she was feeling; she had been kissed before, but nothing could prepare her for the all-consuming heat that built up in her blood as Damien kissed her. She wanted to get lost in it, she was searching for something in it, and she was afraid of what she would find. That fear reminded her of who she was kissing and the circumstances they found themselves in, so she pushed herself from him, panting and wanting but unwilling to carry on. She looked at him, and he seemed just as affected as she was, so she surmised that he would not blame her for this. "I should go shower." She told him before she walked away.Concluída
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