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A Sam/Andy fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue. Nor do I own "Painted on My Heart", by The Cult.
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A/N: This one came along at the same time as I wrote "Tattooed On My Heart", but I got sidetracked by another fic.
I must confess, though ... I thought the lyrics were, "I've still got your kiss painted on my lips", but after google-ing them, discovered I was wrong. Oh well ... the fic has been adjusted accordingly.
I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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He could kiss her a thousand times, or even just once, but that feeling on his lips would never go away. That tingling sensation, the one that warmed him in more places than just his lips - but that was where it always started.
Sometimes, if he had to go hours - even days - without seeing her that last, lingering kiss would keep him going. The burning feeling on his lips was like a steady heat, one that kept his blood pumping and his heart beating. It was intoxicating, to his very core.
He'd never voice these feelings out loud, of course. He wasn't the type to gush about his feelings. But they were in there ... oh boy, were they in there. Clawing at his insides, desperate to get out. He released them in the only way that he knew how, with passion and desire, all aimed directly at the woman who made him feel that way.
When they were together, the rest of the world melted away. Nothing else mattered, nothing else even computed. An invisible barrier was drawn between them and the rest of the world, and it wasn't until that last kiss touched his lips that the veil came down, and they were forced to breathe fresh air once again.
Her kisses were like wildfire, burning everything up and then plunging on for more, desperately seeking all the oxygen it could find. And she did ... she took the air right out of him, swallowed it with every gasp and moan that escaped his lips when they were together.
He only wished to pay her back in kind, to make her feel the way that he did when they were together. They drove each other on as they went, each meeting, each lovemaking session growing longer and more intense.
They experienced so many new things together - not always while they were in bed - but the one thing that he fixated on more than anything: it was her kisses. They burned on his lips, and he never wanted to put out that fire.
He clung to it desperately, begging for more with every caress of her soft skin, and every grin that graced his features.
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The end.
Just a short one, but hopefully good.
Well, what did you guys think? Like it, hate it?
Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.
Until next time ...!
