~Youthful Energy~
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They say that youth is wasted on the young, and in part this is true. After all if I could just bottle up the energy that Bikky has, even just one little vile of the stuff, I would be a millionaire for sure. But there is a different kind of energy that us "older" people have that set us apart from the youth. An energy that is just as plentiful, just inappropriate to use sometimes.
I feel that energy course through my body on a daily basis. The kind that makes the heart beat a little faster, the skin grow a little warmer, and my blood races just a little quicker than it would normally would. It is this energy that is not just love but lust. I am sure you know what I am talking about. The kind of feral 'get-your-ass-over-here-and-do-something-about-this-little-well-ok-not-so-little-issue-that-I-blame-you-for-because-it-is-not-fair-that-you-wore-those-tight-ass-jeans-and-that-god-damn-tight-sweater-that-you-know-teases-me-to-no-end-and-now-I-can't-fucking-stand-up-without-the-whole-world-knowing-that-you-turn-me-on,' lust. The kind that makes you want to grab your partner by his pretty little waist and throw him over the table and fuck him and not give a damn who sees. Of course that would cost you your job so you have to hold back.
And great now you are looking at me through those long lashes. It's not fair only a girl should have lashes like that man. They hide just enough of those beautiful dark eyes of yours that I am absolutely crazy about to make them a little more mysterious than they were before. Those lashes that when you blink caress your checks making me wish for a moment that I was one of them, just one, so I could feel you.
You speak to me and I don't so much hear the words as I do that voice that I have heard cry out before, last night even, in pleasure. The way your voice is slightly husky makes me even hornier that I already am. You are evil and you don't even fucking know it!
I want you, I need you, but I cannot fucking have you, not here at least. You know that drives me insane and I think that there is a sadistic part of you that takes pleasure in knowing that you are causing me discomfort. You know that it will make getting home just that much better. Unless you throw something at me, call me a horn ball, and go cook dinner.
This of course just teases me more because when I see you in that apron oh God I come undone and I want to take you on the counter, the table, against the fridge. I think about what you would look like if you were wearing nothing at all.
"Dee, Earth to Dee, are you OK?" Ryo asks me knowing full well I am not.
"Yeah, fine man." I tell him and look back down at my papers. This gets harder every day.
Who needs youthful energy when you have sexual tension because God knows I couldn't handle both. Leave the youth to the youth and give me the sex!
A/N: please tell me how I did and leave me a review. Thanks.