A/N: Alright I'm just trying out some sweenett sutff so let me know what you think. This is my first fanfic so I'm a little hesistant. Eek! Here it goes!
She sat on a stool at her shop, waiting but knowing he wouldn't show.
Of course she could easily go up and see him. But for her sake and sanity she wanted him to want to see her. Something in the back of her mind said that he would come; that he did care enough to visit. That he really wanted to whisk her away to the bedroom, picking her up with ease just as she wanted. That he would throw her on the bed and passionately kiss her on her full rose petal lips. That he would keep her still with a strong grip as she pretended to resist. That he would rip her clothes of and soon get to his own revealing his toned and sculpture-like body that any woman would kill for. That he would enter her all too ready warm, wet entrance with his hard shaft. That he'd groan her name as they exchanged body heat just as she'd moan his. But her instinct knew him better. She so clearly cared about him despite that cruel fact. She loved to be near him. She'd do anything to be close to him.
And that was the difference.
The feeling she got when she was with him was like no other. Her heart raced, palms perspired, and mind wandered dangerously close to the line between true love and absolute lust. She couldn't help herself and he knew she couldn't. But he'd never let her know.
She figured it was just his nature to be oblivious (or possibly ignore) her sweet hints, flirty pats on her cherry lips, and sultry winks. And that it was in his nature to wear that same stoic expression day in and day out. He had on emotion and one emotion only as far as she was concerned. Bitterness.
Thanks for reading! Reviews appreciated!