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TreasureKY -> RE: The Looking Glass (7/26/2008 8:22:17 AM)
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The soft, rhythmic tick of the clock on the nightstand matched the steady pulsing visible under the smooth skin of his temple. The flush on his face had faded and a light sheen of perspiration on his forehead remained the only evidence of their vigorous activities a short time ago.
As she knelt by the bed, silently gazing upon his countenance, a sly smile played at the corners of his mouth.
“Is there something you wanted, my dear?”
She had thought he had drifted off to sleep and had been so deep in contemplation that his question startled her.
“Oh… no, sir,” she whispered quickly. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“I wouldn’t quite describe myself as disturbed, but I can’t help wondering why you’re watching me,” he replied with a soft chuckle as he opened his eyes and looked to her.
She struggled with just how to answer him. How would she describe to him the inexplicable pull she had felt to simply be by his side? How could she put into words the emotions that welled up within her when he played her body and mind, taking her through the subtle shades of hurt and fear, and pushing her into ecstasy? How to tell him of the peace and contentment she felt just being near him… the dichotomy of feeling safe in his hands, the same hands who would visit upon her such exquisite pain?
She did not know how to convey to him the intense curiosity she felt to understand him… to know his mind and feelings… and to explain that she somehow knew if she could do so, she would also understand herself.
In the moments she took to gather herself… her mind whirling with ideas beyond the ability to convey with words… she did not know that her body betrayed her thoughts clearly to him. His smiled deepened.
“I love you, too, pet.”
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