"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you."
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*Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten*
Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers
One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax...
Celia could still feel the aftershocks hours after she had sneaked out of his bed and hopefully his life. Ax had been extremely attentive but the slight discomfort between her thighs could not be confused for anything other than what it truly was. He hadn't been gentle with her, not after the first time, anyway. She had dozed off, after a few hours that he had been playing with her body and when she had woken up, all she could think of was leaving as quickly as she could. In the darkness, she tried to find her clothes without waking him up but all she could find was her skirt and her shirt. Her underwear remained somewhere inside his room but she wasn't going to risk looking for them. She didn't want to have to deal with the embarrassment that would surely come if she happened to gaze up at him as she escaped.
Her whole body ached and all she wanted was a warm shower and a nap. She could almost feel the scalding hot water burning her skin and yet, soothing it, at the same time. It was only that promise that kept her committed to her task.
The walk to her home was agonizingly uncomfortable and for a minute she wondered why she hadn't let herself stay until the sun was shining and she could walk the streets without fearing that someone might appear and attack her. She had known all along that the town she had chosen to be her new home was being run by an M.C. and that the people in that M.C. were not angels, far from it, actually. However, she couldn't resist that dark need inside of her that lead her to that town, in the first place.
Her leather boots clicked against the pavement and she kept looking behind her back.
She was becoming paranoid.
But to be crystal clear, just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not after you.
As soon as her little, two-story brick house came into view she broke into a sprint, forgetting the ache between her legs, albeit momentarily. She reached it in seconds.
Once she managed to get inside, her eyelids felt heavy and she dragged herself upstairs, where her bedroom was located. Once her body was on the soft mattress, she let out a dreamy sigh and slept.
Guess the shower will have to wait...
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Ax woke up later that day due to the light shining through his bedroom windows. He closed his eyes immediately as they came in contact with the Sun and muttered the word "Shit," over and over again. He wondered why his mother hadn't deemed it necessary to install curtains when she had taken care of fixing the place up for him. But, in truth, he had been out of jail for a whole week, yet hadn't bothered doing it himself. Perhaps, he was a developing masochist or maybe he just did not care all that much.
Too much fucking sun.
He was growing more and more frustrated with each passing day and maybe, he wanted to punish himself for everything he had done in the past. The adjustment was, certainly, rough on him. One moment he was locked up, complaining about never seeing the Sun, anymore and the next, he was complaining about seeing it too much.
