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Author's notes: This story is called Psycho and it's some sort of romance. A weird piece of writing. Summary useless but please don't expect anything like the well-known equally named film!

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Gone With The Wind

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Her long red hair was waving in the wind. She had let it be curled this morning but that had been all. Her cheeks did not need any of the posh rouge the maid had wanted to put on them for the fresh wind let them blush on their own. Her arms were snaked around the torso of the muscular man in front of her. Tight white riding breeches, black leather boots, naked upper body - his dark hair had grown since she last had seen him and now it was fluttering almost like hers. He had had no time to dress properly when she had surprised him at the trough where he had splashed water across his chest after he had cleaned the stables. He did not need to, he had staff doing it for him. He was the Earl of this estate, he did not need to do anything but attending functions and hosting balls.

Like he would this evening. That was why she was here. And a few moments ago she only had wanted to show him her evening gown, light pastel green, off-the-shoulder, tight-laced corset, long and ample skirts and a few puffy underskirts. He had been so overwhelmed that he just had taken her by her waist, lifted her onto the unsaddled stallion and climbed it himself in front of her. Then they were galloping across the meadows to the cliffs at the Cornish sea until they had reached a soft hollow where he pulled her from the horse and into a close hug. They were safe from the wind that was caught in the thick gorse at the cliff.

"Barbara!" he desperately panted.

She was not able to answer because his lips were on hers in an instant. The crying sounds of seagulls who surfed the wind above them filled the air.

"Oh, Lord!" she finally sighed when his hands already had made quick work with the lacing in the back of her corset, which had turned a bit loose anyway during the wild ride across the green land.

Tentatively he helped her out of that garment and continued with her skirts which would serve as a mattress against the nature underneath. The Lord gently helped her onto the grass and stood before her, slowly opening the buttons of his breeches.

Barbara had to avert her eyes. Of course she knew what would follow. And of course she knew what she would be seeing in an instant but her little brother's physique or that of few other men was one thing, having the love of your life presenting himself was another.

Tommy came to lay down next to her and she felt with her hands that he was totally naked. She avoided the really important areas though he always tried to turn those parts of his body in her direction while he kissed her senses away. He took his time to peel her from the rest of the cloth around her body until they both were naked and eager to feel all of the other one's skin.

When Barbara finally lost the last decent restraint they explored each other under the open sky on the cliffs of Nanrunnel, hearing and feeling the salty wind blowing across their little sheltered hollow, only the crying seagulls as their witnesses. Four hands roamed skin, ruffled hair, stroked sensitive parts and touched delicate areas. Pantings increased, sighs turned into moans, heated bodies slid across sweaty wet skin, fingers dug into flesh.

She was ready now. He had been for a while.

"Oh, Barbara, my dearest, I want you so much."

"Do as you wish, your Lordship. I'm all yours."

"This moment will change our lives forever."

"Oh, it will..." She felt a strong soldier standing at attention on the entrance to her secret cave and knew that this was the moment she had craved for so long. He lifted his hip.

NEE-NAW-NEE-NAW-NEE-NAW

A coach arrived, painted like a Metropolitain Police car and with electrical beacons and a siren blaring louder and louder while the coach came nearer. There were no horses drawing it and the coachman whipped only air.


Barbara sat up with a start. She was in her own bed in her flat in London. Alone, of course. Outside the window an ambulance vehicle waited to carry her poor neighbour into hospital.

Moaning in annoyance she slumped back onto her pillow. This had not been the first of those dreams but by far the most crazy and disappointing one. Trying to find sleep again she listened to the sound of the wind in the mingy city-trees in front of her house.


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A/N: Yes, definitely, I've had fits of laughter and giggled all the time when I wrote this piece of penny dreadful. Sorry for that - it's awful, isn't it?! You should be glad I haven't prolonged it like I first had wanted to :-D And if you think that I've gone crazy - I've done so a long time ago! But isn't this the title to this story? Psycho! *grins*

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