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My Fiery Angel
- Thread starter Lost_Soul4
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Lost_Soul4
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Hiya folks! Got internet connection back, finally! It got problematic with me, so I couldn't post the...what is it, the eleventh or twelveth chapter? No matter; I got it done and that's all that truly matters. Now, this may get warm and mushy, but I felt that I'd been dark for a little too long, so I needed to add a little light into it. Hope you like it!
LS4
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Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m an optimistic kind of guy. I’m the person you always look to if you’re in a bad mood to make you feel better, who always sees something cheerful about the day. …I think that’s one of the things Lex doesn’t like about my personality, but, then again, he’s always been rather doom and gloom. Love him anyways.
Getting back on topic, as I said, I’m the type of person who doesn’t usually go looking for trouble, but, for Lex, I would do anything for him. And I mean anything. So, after that extremely pleasing time that night several nights ago, I noticed a severe change in his personality.
At school, I had gotten used to his shutter-box, look-at-me-and-die eyes; he wasn’t a people person. But usually, when he was with me, he could let out his real personality, be who he truly was. He wasn’t all that talkative, he didn’t really express his emotions that well; hell, he was like a child sometimes (No I’m not, prick!) and it was just so cute that it made you want to cuddle him to your chest and pamper him into the ground! But he would at least tell me things, not out and out telling me he loved me of course. That’s what dreams are made of, after all, but at least he expressed his feelings in the things he did.
Thing is, nowadays, at home, he went shutter-box on me. His whole demeanor, which had always been rather arrogant and self-assured that was hot as hell in a dominating kind of way, had changed to a self-conscious and easily flustered young boy. And that scared me; truly, thoroughly scared me.
What had happened? Why had his whole demeanor changed so much? Had I done something wrong to cause him to react this way? Yes, I know; right now, I was only showing my affections through sex and nothing else, but what do you expect? I’m a teenager, almost a full-grown adult! I still had hormones, after all!
So…maybe I had gone about this in the wrong way. Instead of immediately allowing him to jump my bones, I should have done something else, like take him out to dinner, maybe a movie or something like that. But, dammit, the guy’s so frickin’ picky!
So, there I was, sitting on my bed, listening to an artist…think it was, like, Fall Out Boys, but I can’t tell ya; I don’t remember. I was sitting there and wondering what I could do to make him know how much I truly loved him. I wasn’t brave enough to tell him that out loud…at least, I don’t think I said it out loud, but I can’t be sure. People say the craziest things when in the throws of sex, after all.
What had he never received before from his family? What simple, usually meaningless gesture to anyone else would strike a cord in his heart? Then, like a bolt of lighting, excuse the common cliché, an idea came to me. A card! But, how to do it? Hmmm…maybe, a home made one? Yeah, that would work; one straight from the heart. I grabbed a piece of paper and began to plot out a basic phrasing.
‘I’m thinking of you in my heart
I’m thinking of you in my dreams.
I’m thinking of you so much it hurts
I’m thinking of you so much I’ll burst out of my seams.
Why can’t you see how beautiful you are?
Why can’t you see how precious a being you contain?
Why can’t you see the way nature bows at your feet?
Why can’t you see the way you banish my pain?
You are my heart.
You are my soul.
You are my…everything.’
There; that should be eloquent enough. I signed the card ‘I. M. Always Yours’ and snuck into his room, keeping my thoughts as I could keep them and slipped it on top of his pillow, in a place he would obviously see it. I was so lucky he was out right now! He was at some fencing class he attended. Don’t ask me why he was taking fencing lessons; as far as I know, he doesn’t even own a sword! But that’s what made him him.
So, I waited hours for him to get home, fretting about little things; like, would he like it, would he hate it, would he hug me to death, would he glare at me in disgust and things like that. When he finally got home, I swear I was so close to tearing my hair out! Really, no one should worry this much over such a simple thing as a card, should they?
I heard him walk up the stairs and enter his room. There was an absolute silence for about ten minutes before he walked up to my room and knocked on my door. He entered and looked everywhere but at me. The Lex I used to know would have calmly waltzed into the room, not bothering to knock and demanded to know where the card had come from and why. I had no idea how to deal with this Lex.
“Did you write this?” He asked, holding up the card, but keeping it close to his body.
I smiled widely at the gesture; he liked it! “Yup; what do you think?”
“Um, it was…it was pretty good. You have a…a talent with poetry, you know?” He blushed then and I swear, if his mere presence didn’t always make me hard as a stone, that blush would have been more than enough to turn me into diamond! Gods, he was so cute when he was like this! It made it so hard to resist the temptation of pulling him to me and pushing him into the floor.
“Glad you liked it,” I said instead, directing my thoughts away from such pleasurable thoughts. “Although, the poetry comment has to be pure flattery; I don’t write and tend to avoid poetry at all costs.” I shivered dramatically. “The thought of reading something so flowery is absolutely disturbing to me!”
He bit his lip and snickered slightly. “I was being flattering, but I meant what I said, Ian. You’re really good and not all poetry is flowery and nonsense. Try reading Edgar Allen Poe; he’s good and morbid.”
I actually considered that, but then I replied, “Nah; that’s more you’re style. I’m the sunshine and cute kitten’s type in this relationship!”
“Well, um, I just…wanted to say, um, thank you…for the card. So, um, thank you.” After he said that, he practically zoomed out of the room like the devil himself was on his heels. Which he was, with me being the devil. Now that I knew where to go, there would be no holding me back. He was about to get a major dose of why people call me ‘The Lover’.
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Alright, you know about the ‘Lover’ thing; I’ve been in relationships before. Never gone as far with anyone as I have with Lex, but I have seen naked girls and guys before. So, I knew what to do to please my partner, at least, sexually speaking. Emotions had never gotten mixed up in it…at least, not on my part. My heart had always belonged to Lex; it had been as simple as that. I was always what he needed; whether it be a friend, rival or lover, as long as he needed me, that was enough.
Anyways, getting back to the topic at hand, my plan had gone swimmingly so far. I had given him two more cards, the last one with a snapdragon lying next to it, his favorite flower, not that he would admit it if you asked him. Like I said, stubborn. Oh, mine are lilies, if you’re curious!
When he came to thank me for that last one, I could see tears in his eyes. I asked him about it, but he just waved it away, saying it was nothing. I caught the flush in his cheeks, though; I knew that they were happy tears and that he was pleased with me worrying about him by asking about his tears. It had been more than the witchy-bitchy had ever done for him.
Right now, waiting on his bed, instead of a card, was a large, stuffed black cat, one large enough to cuddle while you slept without being cumbersome. Yes, I know what it means, folks! I may play an idiot, but that doesn’t mean I am one!
After he had gone upstairs, I had dashed downstairs and started setting the stage for a romantic dinner, just the two of us. It was perfect; Dad was out at a business conference in New York and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days, so we had the house all to ourselves. We also had the necessary ingredients to make my specialty, spaghetti! I’ve had a professional cook taste-test it, folks, and they gave it five stars, so no mocking me!
So, I set the water to boil, I heard rapid steps come down the steps and I barely had time to prepare myself as a crying Lex leapt into my arms, hugging me and crying into my shirt. I just stood there, holding him and soothing him while keeping an eye on the water to make sure it didn’t over boil. I had pre-made the sauce earlier that day, so all I needed to do was heat up the meat and add it into it.
“Why?” He asked me after a while.
“Why what?” I asked, wondering if I had made a mistake somewhere. God, please don’t make him think I was making fun of him!
“Why are you being so nice to me? After I did…that to you, how could you stand the sight of me?” He asked, spewing it out faster than the blink of an eye.
I grinned down at him softly and placed a chaste kiss on the top of his head. “You mean when you screwed me four or five times without a proper rest?” I took his incredibly heated face as a yes and went on. “Well, if I remember correctly, I happened to enjoy that experience, but I would have preferred a chance to return the favor, but that’s okay. Now, why don’t you go listen to your music? Dinner will be ready in half-an-hour at the least.”
“Music…yes, I can, I can do that.” If it wouldn’t have bruised his already bruised pride, I would have laughed at his childish face. He looked so cute! Usually, he looks drop-dead sexy, but, right now, he looked more boyish-cute.
Planting him in his room and turning on his music, which, interestingly enough, played Enya, I went back to the kitchen to find my water had just started boiling. As I rushed around the kitchen, time seemed to flow and slip away from me. Before I knew it, the noodles had been cleaned, the sauce added to it, the garlic bread toasted lightly, and the salad prepared to perfection.
I called him down, swiftly lighting the candles set on the table and dimmed the lights, wanting to heighten the atmosphere as much as possible. I also had soft music going on, not really caring who it was as long as it set the mood to romantic and heart-throbbing, which it did. I don’t think anything could have really spoiled this night, even if a car were to crash into the house at that given moment. But…let’s not tempt Fate, shall we?
He walked in, dressed in his usual, skin-tight, revealing clothes that were a sure fire way to set anyone’s blood on fire, meek as a kitten. I swept up to him, admiring the plain, blood-red shirt and midnight-black pants, and gathered him under my arm. I steered him to one of the seats, pulling out the chair for him. He bit his lip and sat down, allowing me to push him in, obviously deciding to play along with me. Good; that would make this easier.
When I brought out the food, his eyes widened and he whispered, “Wow, Ian. Just…wow. You made all this?”
“But of course,” I told him nonchalantly. “Only the best for you.” I took off my apron and hung it up on its reserved hook, stepping back to allow Ian to look me over.
If it were possible, his eyes went wider as he looked me up and down. “Ian, to use a phrasing I heard a female use about you, you are definitely drool-worthy.” He bit his lip as his eyes roamed over the loose silvery-green tinted shirt I wore and to the brown baggy cargo pants that I had found in my closet. Trust me, I did not even know I had these in my closet; if I had, then I would have done this a LONG time ago, just to make my Lex drool.
Pretending to be ignorant, I looked at him in concern. “Lex, why do you keep biting your lip? Do you want to make it bleed so much?”
He mock-scowled at me. “You know damn well why I’m biting my lip.”
I gave him a sweet smile. Too true; he had always had the tendency to bite his lip when he was interested in something, whether sexually or just a simple project. Made his lips accidentally stand out more…don’t think I’ll mention that to him any time soon, though.
“Well, you can ogle me later; why don’t you eat and tell me what you think?”
He picked up his fork and took a shy bite of the spaghetti. If it was possible, which I actually think it is, he looked to be having an orgasm of delight as the food touched his taste-buds. He confirmed my guess when he said, “This food is almost as good as sex. How do you do it?”
“A gift.” I smiled and tucked into my own food, our conversation over the course of dinner remaining light and just slightly flirtatious. It felt so nice to just talk like this with him, not worrying about his parents, the school, or anything. It was just us, no one else was important enough to consider.
“Ready for dessert?” I asked as we finished.
“Hmmm, what do you think? I’m afraid I’m going to have to pass, love. You know how me and sugary-substances interact.”
He was right, too. A hyper Lex might be a sight to see, but it also made him a complete asshole the minute he came off of his sugar high.
I chuckled. “I didn’t mean anything…of the pastry kind, Lex.” I licked my lips suggestively, delighting in the way his eyes darkened with lust. He stood up and walked in front of me.
“I think, if that’s the case, I can handle a little dessert.” He bent down to kiss me, but I dodged him, laughing at his whine that sound a little like a dog’s when denied a treat.
“Sorry, but the dishes need to be taken care of first,” I told him, basking in the glow of my tease-mode.
He growled at me, yes, actually growled! Well, he growled, but he backed down and began to collect the dishes. We had them done in a matter of minutes and during that time, I could sense his sexual frustration increasing as I ‘accidentally’ brushed my skin against his, ‘accidentally’ touching him with various parts of my body. I think I heard him whimper once when my hand brushed against the back of his neck. But I actually didn’t care; it was so fun being the teaser instead of the teased and I reveled in my power over him.
After that tedious chore was taken care of, I just HAD to put away the leftover food from dinner. There was no way I’d let it go to waste. That was just wrong! Well, that…and I wanted to torture Lex just a little bit longer. I’m sorry, Lex, but it was too much to resist! And I’ve never really been one to resist temptation, you know that!
Any who, just as I put the last of the leftovers away, Lex grabbed me from behind, spun me around and crushed his lips against mine. I forget, sometimes, how freakishly strong he was! Have I ever told you people that he tastes just like vanilla? Well, he does, with just a hint of sugar. A truly mind-warping taste let me tell you!
He released my mouth and growled out, “You’re teasing me. Why are you teasing me? Do you seriously WANT to meet him? He’d kill you within a second.”
…Okay; that threw me for a loop. “Meet who Lex?” When he didn’t answer, I cupped his chin and made him meet my eyes. “Lex?”
Then Lex creepily smiled and chuckled. “Sorry; Lexy is out to lunch right now. I’m his replacement until he gets back.” He tsked me then. “You really should know better than to pull the tiger by the tail. You might get…scratched.”
LS4
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Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m an optimistic kind of guy. I’m the person you always look to if you’re in a bad mood to make you feel better, who always sees something cheerful about the day. …I think that’s one of the things Lex doesn’t like about my personality, but, then again, he’s always been rather doom and gloom. Love him anyways.
Getting back on topic, as I said, I’m the type of person who doesn’t usually go looking for trouble, but, for Lex, I would do anything for him. And I mean anything. So, after that extremely pleasing time that night several nights ago, I noticed a severe change in his personality.
At school, I had gotten used to his shutter-box, look-at-me-and-die eyes; he wasn’t a people person. But usually, when he was with me, he could let out his real personality, be who he truly was. He wasn’t all that talkative, he didn’t really express his emotions that well; hell, he was like a child sometimes (No I’m not, prick!) and it was just so cute that it made you want to cuddle him to your chest and pamper him into the ground! But he would at least tell me things, not out and out telling me he loved me of course. That’s what dreams are made of, after all, but at least he expressed his feelings in the things he did.
Thing is, nowadays, at home, he went shutter-box on me. His whole demeanor, which had always been rather arrogant and self-assured that was hot as hell in a dominating kind of way, had changed to a self-conscious and easily flustered young boy. And that scared me; truly, thoroughly scared me.
What had happened? Why had his whole demeanor changed so much? Had I done something wrong to cause him to react this way? Yes, I know; right now, I was only showing my affections through sex and nothing else, but what do you expect? I’m a teenager, almost a full-grown adult! I still had hormones, after all!
So…maybe I had gone about this in the wrong way. Instead of immediately allowing him to jump my bones, I should have done something else, like take him out to dinner, maybe a movie or something like that. But, dammit, the guy’s so frickin’ picky!
So, there I was, sitting on my bed, listening to an artist…think it was, like, Fall Out Boys, but I can’t tell ya; I don’t remember. I was sitting there and wondering what I could do to make him know how much I truly loved him. I wasn’t brave enough to tell him that out loud…at least, I don’t think I said it out loud, but I can’t be sure. People say the craziest things when in the throws of sex, after all.
What had he never received before from his family? What simple, usually meaningless gesture to anyone else would strike a cord in his heart? Then, like a bolt of lighting, excuse the common cliché, an idea came to me. A card! But, how to do it? Hmmm…maybe, a home made one? Yeah, that would work; one straight from the heart. I grabbed a piece of paper and began to plot out a basic phrasing.
‘I’m thinking of you in my heart
I’m thinking of you in my dreams.
I’m thinking of you so much it hurts
I’m thinking of you so much I’ll burst out of my seams.
Why can’t you see how beautiful you are?
Why can’t you see how precious a being you contain?
Why can’t you see the way nature bows at your feet?
Why can’t you see the way you banish my pain?
You are my heart.
You are my soul.
You are my…everything.’
There; that should be eloquent enough. I signed the card ‘I. M. Always Yours’ and snuck into his room, keeping my thoughts as I could keep them and slipped it on top of his pillow, in a place he would obviously see it. I was so lucky he was out right now! He was at some fencing class he attended. Don’t ask me why he was taking fencing lessons; as far as I know, he doesn’t even own a sword! But that’s what made him him.
So, I waited hours for him to get home, fretting about little things; like, would he like it, would he hate it, would he hug me to death, would he glare at me in disgust and things like that. When he finally got home, I swear I was so close to tearing my hair out! Really, no one should worry this much over such a simple thing as a card, should they?
I heard him walk up the stairs and enter his room. There was an absolute silence for about ten minutes before he walked up to my room and knocked on my door. He entered and looked everywhere but at me. The Lex I used to know would have calmly waltzed into the room, not bothering to knock and demanded to know where the card had come from and why. I had no idea how to deal with this Lex.
“Did you write this?” He asked, holding up the card, but keeping it close to his body.
I smiled widely at the gesture; he liked it! “Yup; what do you think?”
“Um, it was…it was pretty good. You have a…a talent with poetry, you know?” He blushed then and I swear, if his mere presence didn’t always make me hard as a stone, that blush would have been more than enough to turn me into diamond! Gods, he was so cute when he was like this! It made it so hard to resist the temptation of pulling him to me and pushing him into the floor.
“Glad you liked it,” I said instead, directing my thoughts away from such pleasurable thoughts. “Although, the poetry comment has to be pure flattery; I don’t write and tend to avoid poetry at all costs.” I shivered dramatically. “The thought of reading something so flowery is absolutely disturbing to me!”
He bit his lip and snickered slightly. “I was being flattering, but I meant what I said, Ian. You’re really good and not all poetry is flowery and nonsense. Try reading Edgar Allen Poe; he’s good and morbid.”
I actually considered that, but then I replied, “Nah; that’s more you’re style. I’m the sunshine and cute kitten’s type in this relationship!”
“Well, um, I just…wanted to say, um, thank you…for the card. So, um, thank you.” After he said that, he practically zoomed out of the room like the devil himself was on his heels. Which he was, with me being the devil. Now that I knew where to go, there would be no holding me back. He was about to get a major dose of why people call me ‘The Lover’.
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Alright, you know about the ‘Lover’ thing; I’ve been in relationships before. Never gone as far with anyone as I have with Lex, but I have seen naked girls and guys before. So, I knew what to do to please my partner, at least, sexually speaking. Emotions had never gotten mixed up in it…at least, not on my part. My heart had always belonged to Lex; it had been as simple as that. I was always what he needed; whether it be a friend, rival or lover, as long as he needed me, that was enough.
Anyways, getting back to the topic at hand, my plan had gone swimmingly so far. I had given him two more cards, the last one with a snapdragon lying next to it, his favorite flower, not that he would admit it if you asked him. Like I said, stubborn. Oh, mine are lilies, if you’re curious!
When he came to thank me for that last one, I could see tears in his eyes. I asked him about it, but he just waved it away, saying it was nothing. I caught the flush in his cheeks, though; I knew that they were happy tears and that he was pleased with me worrying about him by asking about his tears. It had been more than the witchy-bitchy had ever done for him.
Right now, waiting on his bed, instead of a card, was a large, stuffed black cat, one large enough to cuddle while you slept without being cumbersome. Yes, I know what it means, folks! I may play an idiot, but that doesn’t mean I am one!
After he had gone upstairs, I had dashed downstairs and started setting the stage for a romantic dinner, just the two of us. It was perfect; Dad was out at a business conference in New York and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days, so we had the house all to ourselves. We also had the necessary ingredients to make my specialty, spaghetti! I’ve had a professional cook taste-test it, folks, and they gave it five stars, so no mocking me!
So, I set the water to boil, I heard rapid steps come down the steps and I barely had time to prepare myself as a crying Lex leapt into my arms, hugging me and crying into my shirt. I just stood there, holding him and soothing him while keeping an eye on the water to make sure it didn’t over boil. I had pre-made the sauce earlier that day, so all I needed to do was heat up the meat and add it into it.
“Why?” He asked me after a while.
“Why what?” I asked, wondering if I had made a mistake somewhere. God, please don’t make him think I was making fun of him!
“Why are you being so nice to me? After I did…that to you, how could you stand the sight of me?” He asked, spewing it out faster than the blink of an eye.
I grinned down at him softly and placed a chaste kiss on the top of his head. “You mean when you screwed me four or five times without a proper rest?” I took his incredibly heated face as a yes and went on. “Well, if I remember correctly, I happened to enjoy that experience, but I would have preferred a chance to return the favor, but that’s okay. Now, why don’t you go listen to your music? Dinner will be ready in half-an-hour at the least.”
“Music…yes, I can, I can do that.” If it wouldn’t have bruised his already bruised pride, I would have laughed at his childish face. He looked so cute! Usually, he looks drop-dead sexy, but, right now, he looked more boyish-cute.
Planting him in his room and turning on his music, which, interestingly enough, played Enya, I went back to the kitchen to find my water had just started boiling. As I rushed around the kitchen, time seemed to flow and slip away from me. Before I knew it, the noodles had been cleaned, the sauce added to it, the garlic bread toasted lightly, and the salad prepared to perfection.
I called him down, swiftly lighting the candles set on the table and dimmed the lights, wanting to heighten the atmosphere as much as possible. I also had soft music going on, not really caring who it was as long as it set the mood to romantic and heart-throbbing, which it did. I don’t think anything could have really spoiled this night, even if a car were to crash into the house at that given moment. But…let’s not tempt Fate, shall we?
He walked in, dressed in his usual, skin-tight, revealing clothes that were a sure fire way to set anyone’s blood on fire, meek as a kitten. I swept up to him, admiring the plain, blood-red shirt and midnight-black pants, and gathered him under my arm. I steered him to one of the seats, pulling out the chair for him. He bit his lip and sat down, allowing me to push him in, obviously deciding to play along with me. Good; that would make this easier.
When I brought out the food, his eyes widened and he whispered, “Wow, Ian. Just…wow. You made all this?”
“But of course,” I told him nonchalantly. “Only the best for you.” I took off my apron and hung it up on its reserved hook, stepping back to allow Ian to look me over.
If it were possible, his eyes went wider as he looked me up and down. “Ian, to use a phrasing I heard a female use about you, you are definitely drool-worthy.” He bit his lip as his eyes roamed over the loose silvery-green tinted shirt I wore and to the brown baggy cargo pants that I had found in my closet. Trust me, I did not even know I had these in my closet; if I had, then I would have done this a LONG time ago, just to make my Lex drool.
Pretending to be ignorant, I looked at him in concern. “Lex, why do you keep biting your lip? Do you want to make it bleed so much?”
He mock-scowled at me. “You know damn well why I’m biting my lip.”
I gave him a sweet smile. Too true; he had always had the tendency to bite his lip when he was interested in something, whether sexually or just a simple project. Made his lips accidentally stand out more…don’t think I’ll mention that to him any time soon, though.
“Well, you can ogle me later; why don’t you eat and tell me what you think?”
He picked up his fork and took a shy bite of the spaghetti. If it was possible, which I actually think it is, he looked to be having an orgasm of delight as the food touched his taste-buds. He confirmed my guess when he said, “This food is almost as good as sex. How do you do it?”
“A gift.” I smiled and tucked into my own food, our conversation over the course of dinner remaining light and just slightly flirtatious. It felt so nice to just talk like this with him, not worrying about his parents, the school, or anything. It was just us, no one else was important enough to consider.
“Ready for dessert?” I asked as we finished.
“Hmmm, what do you think? I’m afraid I’m going to have to pass, love. You know how me and sugary-substances interact.”
He was right, too. A hyper Lex might be a sight to see, but it also made him a complete asshole the minute he came off of his sugar high.
I chuckled. “I didn’t mean anything…of the pastry kind, Lex.” I licked my lips suggestively, delighting in the way his eyes darkened with lust. He stood up and walked in front of me.
“I think, if that’s the case, I can handle a little dessert.” He bent down to kiss me, but I dodged him, laughing at his whine that sound a little like a dog’s when denied a treat.
“Sorry, but the dishes need to be taken care of first,” I told him, basking in the glow of my tease-mode.
He growled at me, yes, actually growled! Well, he growled, but he backed down and began to collect the dishes. We had them done in a matter of minutes and during that time, I could sense his sexual frustration increasing as I ‘accidentally’ brushed my skin against his, ‘accidentally’ touching him with various parts of my body. I think I heard him whimper once when my hand brushed against the back of his neck. But I actually didn’t care; it was so fun being the teaser instead of the teased and I reveled in my power over him.
After that tedious chore was taken care of, I just HAD to put away the leftover food from dinner. There was no way I’d let it go to waste. That was just wrong! Well, that…and I wanted to torture Lex just a little bit longer. I’m sorry, Lex, but it was too much to resist! And I’ve never really been one to resist temptation, you know that!
Any who, just as I put the last of the leftovers away, Lex grabbed me from behind, spun me around and crushed his lips against mine. I forget, sometimes, how freakishly strong he was! Have I ever told you people that he tastes just like vanilla? Well, he does, with just a hint of sugar. A truly mind-warping taste let me tell you!
He released my mouth and growled out, “You’re teasing me. Why are you teasing me? Do you seriously WANT to meet him? He’d kill you within a second.”
…Okay; that threw me for a loop. “Meet who Lex?” When he didn’t answer, I cupped his chin and made him meet my eyes. “Lex?”
Then Lex creepily smiled and chuckled. “Sorry; Lexy is out to lunch right now. I’m his replacement until he gets back.” He tsked me then. “You really should know better than to pull the tiger by the tail. You might get…scratched.”
Craiger
JUB Addict
Great chapter, but I'm afraid we are going to be dealing with that little man that resides in the recesses of Lex's mind. He's scary...lol
Glad to hear your Internet is backand hope school isn't putting too much stress on you.
Craiger
Glad to hear your Internet is backand hope school isn't putting too much stress on you.
Craiger
harry113
JUB Addict
Thanks LS4 .... Your romantic side is showing !!!!
I hope Ian's Lex comes back in time to stop him getting hurt
Harry
I hope Ian's Lex comes back in time to stop him getting hurt
Harry
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Oh, come on! I'm not that masochistic! ...Well, that's actually debatable, but besides the point, really. I don't plan on offing Ian at all, so put that to rest this instant! Ian lives through the whole story!
harry113
JUB Addict
Thanks LS4 .... phew, what a relief !!!! I feared the worst after the business of the soldiers !
So glad Ian is going to be ok
It's just possible you are being found ... very gently, of course!
Hugs
Harry
So glad Ian is going to be ok
It's just possible you are being found ... very gently, of course!
Hugs
Harry
Lost_Soul4
Slut
What?! No!!! I don't want to be found! I want to stay in the darkness!!! Please don't make me face de light! It burns so badly!!! ...lol
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Oh, I have a slight poem I did. Want me to post it here? I'll leave it up to you readers to say aye or nay.
botboy03
Sex God
That was good. thanks for that. Very sweet. I can't wait to do things like that for my miaplacidus.
harry113
JUB Addict
Hey LS4, please post your poem ( & I'll leave you in the dark .. lol )
Harry
Harry
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Oh, fine! You convinced me, harry! ...Not that I needed much, mind.
So...here goes nothing.
So...here goes nothing.
Unshed Tears
My eyes are blinded
By tears that can never shed
These emotions inside
Make me wish I’d bled
Am I that despised?
Am I meant to live alone?
How much will it take
For me to atone?
My saving angel’s grace
Has fallen from my sight
No matter how I tried
I couldn’t keep up the fight
A minute before midnight
My tears remain unshed
As the clock strikes it
My eyes begin to cry red
Is there a key
To save me from this pain?
‘Till that time
I’ll learn to abstain
My eyes are blinded
By tears that can never shed
These emotions inside
Make me wish I’d bled
Am I that despised?
Am I meant to live alone?
How much will it take
For me to atone?
My saving angel’s grace
Has fallen from my sight
No matter how I tried
I couldn’t keep up the fight
A minute before midnight
My tears remain unshed
As the clock strikes it
My eyes begin to cry red
Is there a key
To save me from this pain?
‘Till that time
I’ll learn to abstain
Dude this thread rocks so much,and the last installment is awesome,everytime i read your stories i go into some kind of trance,and when im through reading,i tend to get hungry for more.but please keep up the good work.
harry113
JUB Addict
I like the poem LS4
I'll leave you in the dark!!!!
Hugs
Harry
I'll leave you in the dark!!!!
Hugs
Harry
great poem. cant wait for the next chapter.harry113
JUB Addict
Hi LS4,
Hope school is going well & your computer is behaving !!!
Please post again soon !!!! We are all getting withdrawal symptoms !
Hugs ( in the dark, of course !!)
Harry
Hope school is going well & your computer is behaving !!!
Please post again soon !!!! We are all getting withdrawal symptoms !
Hugs ( in the dark, of course !!)
Harry
Lost_Soul4
Slut
Uh...hmmm, you know, I actually haven't thought of it that much. Right now, Lex's darker side is without a name. If you reader's want to name him, why not give out suggestions and I'll go from there? How does that sound?