Hi! I'm Hannah. Yay. And this is Emily. -Insert Emily here-
Sorry about the short chapter, but theunnoffical verdict is that "we are giving you a taste" of the rest of the story. Official verdict is that Emily couldn't think of what to write, but... shh.
Yes okay WARNING before you get addicted to this story, it is not a story it is an epic! Like if it was made into movie it would be longer than Lord of the Rings! GASP!
Anyway, and probably more cliche then a soap opera, but... yes. We have everything you love about a good story! Angst! Bucket loads of it!
And... bad author's notes! YEAH! And heaps of pairings and make-out scenes! Yay!
So, yes... we hope you enjoy the fic, however, we cannot be blamed for any negative reactions that come across as a result of this fic. We're stopping the author's notes now, otherwise they would be longer this chapter, so... oops I think they are...
Tousled hair draping over perspiring shoulders. Murmurs of pleasure, made so much more sensual by the flickering candlelight. Seemingly endless streams of passion. Two lonely people with their night-lust bringing them together. Or so it seemed.
"You shall be mine," she whispered, trailing dainty fingers through russet locks. He said nothing, simply planting a soft, gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. She entwined her fingers with his, pulling him down for another desperate, almost painful kiss.
She had wanted him, wanted this for so long. She had expected him to be more forthright and aggressive then he was. She had expected him to be more outgoing then he was.
Surely it felt better to achieve one's goal then this… the emotions sweeping through her seemed too bittersweet for true happiness…
But still, she couldn't complain, not as he pressed against her body, warm to the touch, and she let her mind give way to the passion that her heart was truly lusting for…
Pulling back, gasping, still drowning in that addictive feeling of ecstasy, she almost missed the sound of the phone ringing, bringing her back down to earth.
Shrill, it was. Incessant and relentless. Groaning slightly, she fumbled around for the receiver, nearly knocking it off the bedside table twice before finally grasping it.
"Hello?"