Goddamn it, you guys. I'm so sorry. I know in awful. I suck at updating and blah! I just don't know anymore. I really want to write, but many times I just can't bring myself to do so. I've tried numerous methods, but nothing has worked. Sometimes I worry I'm losing my passion and talent. Other times I'm just too tired to do anything. Do any of you have any tips? Advice? I'd appreciate it. I hope you guys like this
Hanna didn't even register any pain from being slammed into the wall behind her; all she could focus on was Aria's hands all over her bod, and her soft, warm lips on her neck. Her fingers twisted in Aria's wavy, tussled locks and she could t help but yank just so.
"Ow!" Aria griped against her neck. "That hurt."
"Sorry," Hanna giggled. She titled Aria's chin up and captured her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss.
The two women stumbled over to Aria's bed, nearly tripping over a stray pair of sweatpants. They fell on the bed in an entanglement of limbs; hands roaming over backs, under shirts. Teeth against smooth skin. Shirts flew across the room; jeans hastily discarded and shoved to the floor.
Soon it was just skin-on-skin contact and a mixture of soft groans and sultry moans.
It was so natural for them. It was a routine. Hanna and Aria were second nature. But as Aria planted heated kisses all over Hanna's chest, a wave of uncertainty washed over her.
Sure, it was easy. They were easy. Hanna was the sun; Aria was the moon. Light and dark. Opposites yet so connected it was impossible for them to imagine life without the other.
As they rolled around together; laughing, biting, kissing and licking, it was quite clear that these two were meant to be together, but...
it's a damn shame they were both married.
There you go! What did you guys think?