A/N: Where are all these Edgerton/Don/Terry fics coming from? Seriously! Anyway, this one's the sequal to A Feeling Called Desire so it's a good idea to read that first. And Edgerton's thoughts are in normal text, Don's are itallic. Enjoy! And please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Numb3rs.
The Nights We Spend Together
"Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake a whole relationship."
- Sharon Stone-
I love the nights we spend together. I love how his skin feels under my fingers. I love the taste of his lips and how they feel against mine. I love how he reacts to my touch, and how he touches me. I love the nights we spend together.
I hate the nights we spend together. I hate how he just barges in. I hate the force in his kisses and the feeling of his stubble against my skin. I hate that he makes me talk about Terry, and I hate that he convinces me it's just one more night. I hate the nights we spend together.
I need the nights we spend together. I need his anger when I first appear. I need his acceptance when I make my empty promises. I need his conversation, before and after the sex. I need to know him, and I need him to know me. I need him to want me like I want him. I need the nights we spend together.
I need the nights we spend together. I need his body pressed against mine. I need the longing in his eyes every time he looks at me. I need the bruises on my hips from his fingers digging into me. I need those nights to forget. I need the nights we spend together.
I hate the nights we spend together. I hate her name on his lips when he reaches his climax. I hate how he looks at me in disgust when I arrive, and again when he wakes up in my arms. I hate his haste for me to leave in the morning. I hate that I love him. I hate that he can't love me. I hate the nights we spend together.
