Rated 'M' for violence, language, sexual content and a plethora of potentially offensive material. While there will be no NC-17 scenes, we may come dangerously close.
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Equilibrium
-Prologue-
He fell next to her on the mattress, a shuddering sigh escaping him. She rolled to him, still caught in the after-effects; a lazy smile on her lips.
"Wow…"
A well-toned arm wiped the sweat from his brow, absently knocking his discarded bandana from the end table. Neither took notice as the purple material fell to the carpet- their minds were on something else. She slowly looked for the words.
"I've never…that was…damn…"
A pause and a masculine smirk. She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I can feel your ego start to inflate."
He gave a low chuckle. "That's not my ego."
X
I'm getting ahead of myself; the middle isn't the best place to start a tale…as entertaining as this particular segment may be. Don't think that I've come to you with a tale meant to stir emotions or reflect the mysteries of the universe. This isn't a story about love or fate or hope. This is a story about life.
Unless, of course, you believe in those things.
…
Do you?