He placed gentle kisses on my face, moving down teasing my lips. Placing kisses a hair's breath away and then moving again. I placed my hands on his cheeks feeling the hollows from lack of food, pulling him closer and directing his face towards my lips. I can tell he likes this. He likes me taking a bit of control. As he captures my mouth with his lips he rolls me onto my back, and gets on top of me.
His fingers catch in my hair, tugging slightly. I know he doesn't notice, nor is he trying to cause me any pain, some guys like that. One hand withdraws from my thick hair and reaches around to find my corset ties. I don't mind, I want this as much as he does. He pulls away from my mouth and I miss the taste of him.
"Magic how do you get dis damnable ting off?" He mutters, reaching under my shirt and groping at the laces.
I laugh, "first you gotta get this thing unbuttoned." I said moving his fingers to my shirt. As he unbuttons the tiny buttons I examine his hands, they are large and under his nails he has newsprint, which gets on my shirt. As he growls in frustration I laugh again and help him. My own hands fly down my shirt with a practiced ease.
"Magic you are sumten special." Bumlets whispers, his hands are rough as I feel them capture my face and his lips attack mine again. My chest heaves as much is possible with the stupid corset on, and his attention is once again directed towards getting that piece of clothing off of me.
"I swear da church invented des tings." He mutters.
I simply sit up and turn around allowing him the space to get it off of me. His hands make quick work after that as I calm my self a little.
The moment it is lose enough for me to breath comfortably, Bumlets can tell, he kisses my shoulders and my neck his hands resting on my stomach.
I've waited a long time for this. He's never wanted me badly. Never wanted to be one in a string of guys.
He actually insisted on going places, taking me dancing, doing stupid things couples do. It really felt good, good to be someone that was more then a one nighter.
My corset falls off me and he wraps his arms around, I can feel his fingers go over the scar. I shudder as his hands go over it again. Bumlets pushes me down again and I skillfully undo his own buttons. I can feel his hands travel down and start to undo my skirt.
Suddenly he stops. "How did dat happen?" He asks, his finger drawing down the length of my scar, it's a slightly lighter colour then the rest of my skin and its raised a bit.
"When dey pulled da baby out." I whisper, not liking the way he's looking at me.
"So dat means ya can't have any kids?"
I smile weakly, I know he wants to be a father more then anything else in the world. I hate my self for not telling him sooner. "Its risk free." I whisper. "No ties…" I say, he looks at me so sadly with his brown eyes.
I know he won't stay with me now. How odd. Normally they're overjoyed to know nothing can happen to tie them down. As he kisses me there is no passion.
I'm only a one nighter now.
Disclaimer: I own Magic, Disney owns Bumlets.
Author's notes: THIS FIC INSPIRED BY: GANGS OF NEW YORK!!! Brill movie! GO see it, even if Leo Di Caprio is in it! Its still good!
Cards on:
Bandaids- YAY! They hurt like a mother coming off though.
DEADLINE: Yes yes, I said a new chap of WP up by today but it will not happen! I have it half done at school and will finish it on Monday! DO NOT KILL ME!