Porcelain
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He touched her with such skill. Like he knew everything about her, everything that made her tick. She was beautiful yet so dangerous, the kind of woman that makes men forget all their troubles, the kind of woman that makes a man feel like a man.
She was seductive.
She was passionate.
She was powerful.
His hands traveled over her porcelain skin of her shoulders and down to her bare back. He practically threw her onto the poker table, hovering above her with anticipation as her hands pulled at his clothing. She wanted him. So he was older and slightly certifiable but she still wanted him. Ned was a fling and the best sex she had gotten in a while but nothing, nothing compared to the way Luke made her feel.
He wasn't gentle with her and she loved it. He knew exactly how to please her and exactly how to talk to her. They weren't in it for emotional attachments or any sort of relationship crap. It was just the two of them using each other to get what they wanted.
Sex
It was all about sex. Pleasure at it's finest and she gave it just as good as she got it. This was what life was about. This was what partnership was about. After all wasn't this what friends were for? Being there for each other? And to think that she was once told that she didn't have any friends.
Their lips never touched during the entire romp. He loved hearing her call out as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her and every once and a while when he was lucky, it was his name that echoed from her lips.
She clutched his back for dear life as he fucked her, digging her nails into his flesh. Her hips moved violently along with his body. And words like 'dammit' and 'fuck' escaped from their mouths multiple times. And when it was all over he would call out 'her' name before collapsing on top of her. They were sweaty and out of breath, but yet he managed to let 'her' name slip out.
He rolled off of her, she struggled to catch her breath as she got up and began dressing. After it was all over she had to leave, either that or go crazy.
"Where you goin' darling?" He asked her, from his position on the table.
"Home." She answered with her back to him.
"We're just gettin' started and now your ready to leave?"
"You did it again Luke." She told him, not even surprised anymore.
"Did what?" He asked, starting to get dressed, disappointed that they weren't going to go another round.
"You called out Skye." She said angrily, the name bitter on her tongue, "I'm Faith!"
She walked out of the Haunted Star, "He can have his porcelain doll." She muttered, "I don't give a damn."
The End!
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Disclaimer: I do not own them!
He touched her with such skill. Like he knew everything about her, everything that made her tick. She was beautiful yet so dangerous, the kind of woman that makes men forget all their troubles, the kind of woman that makes a man feel like a man.
She was seductive.
She was passionate.
She was powerful.
His hands traveled over her porcelain skin of her shoulders and down to her bare back. He practically threw her onto the poker table, hovering above her with anticipation as her hands pulled at his clothing. She wanted him. So he was older and slightly certifiable but she still wanted him. Ned was a fling and the best sex she had gotten in a while but nothing, nothing compared to the way Luke made her feel.
He wasn't gentle with her and she loved it. He knew exactly how to please her and exactly how to talk to her. They weren't in it for emotional attachments or any sort of relationship crap. It was just the two of them using each other to get what they wanted.
Sex
It was all about sex. Pleasure at it's finest and she gave it just as good as she got it. This was what life was about. This was what partnership was about. After all wasn't this what friends were for? Being there for each other? And to think that she was once told that she didn't have any friends.
Their lips never touched during the entire romp. He loved hearing her call out as he drove himself deeper and deeper inside of her and every once and a while when he was lucky, it was his name that echoed from her lips.
She clutched his back for dear life as he fucked her, digging her nails into his flesh. Her hips moved violently along with his body. And words like 'dammit' and 'fuck' escaped from their mouths multiple times. And when it was all over he would call out 'her' name before collapsing on top of her. They were sweaty and out of breath, but yet he managed to let 'her' name slip out.
He rolled off of her, she struggled to catch her breath as she got up and began dressing. After it was all over she had to leave, either that or go crazy.
"Where you goin' darling?" He asked her, from his position on the table.
"Home." She answered with her back to him.
"We're just gettin' started and now your ready to leave?"
"You did it again Luke." She told him, not even surprised anymore.
"Did what?" He asked, starting to get dressed, disappointed that they weren't going to go another round.
"You called out Skye." She said angrily, the name bitter on her tongue, "I'm Faith!"
She walked out of the Haunted Star, "He can have his porcelain doll." She muttered, "I don't give a damn."
The End!
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