Mac and Stella's thoughts from MacsLovlyAngl These characters are not mine. Just the thoughts.
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These little thoughts are different from my Wicked Desires. For in their thoughts they never actually touch, it's all fantasy. Each look, each deep meanfully glare they give each other, says something passionate. In these looks, I tell their story.
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She was watching him strum the Bass from across the room. God with each fingertip caress she closed her eyes and imagined he was stroking her. God she could feel each touch as he brought her body to life.
He was watching her too. He could see her need, as her body shivered with each strum he gave the Bass. He knew he had her excited. He knew he could take her at any time and make her his. But always something held him back. Something always told him never to cross that line.
Continuing to play, he watched as her eyes fell to half mass, when he held the key, as she fantasized it was his soul holding hers. Ending the song he walked off the stage towards her. God he could feel her heated stare as she caressed his strong body with her eyes.
Nearing her side he held out his hand for her to take. Placing hers in his he walked her to the dance floor. Not a word was spoken, as he wrapped one hand around her waist, and the other he relaxed in his pocket.
Feeling hers wrap around his thick neck, he sighed. A deep sigh she felt all the way to her toes. caressing their hands up and down each others sides, he pulled her in closer. So close that their bodies grinded together as one.
Leaning down his head, he whispered some words in her ear. Words that had her toss her head back and smile passionately, seductively into the room. So lost they were, lost in the need to feed their craving that had long been held back.
With the music coming to a stop, he lead her to the coatroom, grabbed their coats and left. Wrapping his arm around her, they walked through the quiet streets of NY. Neither one of them wanting the evening to end.
Nearing her door, he walked her up as she whispered something into his ear. Nodding his agreement, he followed her in. They both knew this would be their night. Their night of firsts with each other. God how nervous they both were. They had been friends for years, but it didn't stop the passion from playing on their nerves.
Helping her off with her coat, and she with his. They walked down the hall towards her room. Caressing her hand near the door, he could feel her pulse become entranced in his caress, letting him know without words that she was as nervous as he.
Looking into her eyes, he could see them glaze over with desire as he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her upon the sheets, he heard her soft cry of ecstacy. God how her passion was driving him to want to take her quickly. But he knew she needed what he needed. slow, seductive, tender, each touch virginal, like whispers upon a misted sea.
With fingertips, he removed her gown from her perfumed shoulder. Raining little butterfly kisses along each side of her neck. Feeling herself drown in his kiss, she gripped the sheets wildly, as her body lost all control, seperating from the aura that was hers, that now belonged to him.
With their clothes now piled on the floor, they could feel the cool NY breeze dance along their erotic heated skin. Linking his fingers within hers he took her passion to new heights, melting her skin with his as their fingers entwined dancing the lovers dance of sensual touch.
Deep within her soul, they twined, wrapped in endless throws of ecstacy. So out of control, slithering, sliding, sweating across the satin sheets. Leaving behind the essence of their erotic scent. God they were so lost in each other. So lost that they feared they'd never want to return to the reality that they were forced to face each day.
Nearing the edge of their shared passion, he whispered...
"Give me the words Stella, Give me the words that will drive me endlessly into your heart."
Feeling her tears build, feeling her body ready to accept his life with hers, she cried out...
"I love you Mac. I love you so much."
Giving her one last kiss, one last whispered caress, he whispered back...
"As I love you Stella. Forever you are the Angel that has guided me home. Home to the love that is your heart."
The End.