Captive by your Eyes
One Shot:
She was melting, melting into those rich, chocolate brown eyes. She could feel the ghost of a kiss across her neck, oh so tender and oh so soft. Her body shuddered in response to his warm hands making their way down her back, seeming to make her clothes disappear as she grasped his shoulders, needing his strength.
When the fire came, usually she could tame it, usually she could put it out.
Usually.
Today, she tried innefectually to claw at his back, trying to make him stop, to no avail. His eyes still burned with unspent passion, his hands still searched her body, and her body still was responding. The young woman moaned in frustration against his mouth, both with a knowledge only she knew, and with unrestrained need.
It had been a while.
They had been so caught up, never having any time for each other, never being able to see each other. They had been busy.
He came in the middle of the night, suddenly and surprisingly late. She had been waiting for him, waiting.
Always waiting.
But tonight was different. Tonight, she knew what would happen. She had tried to put off the inevitable, but the inner knowledge was killing her.
For tonight, tonight...
No matter how much she would try, her need would overcome her sense.
Tonight, Gemma would not be able to put the fire out.
A/N: Well. That was kind of a spur of the moment thingy. Came out quite interesting, actually. R+R!
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