The Funeral of Hearts

Chapter One: "The Beginning of the Craving"

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Their heavy breaths fogged up the windows of the large back seat area as they explored each other's most willingly. She pulled on his thick lavish hair as he kissed and licked her neck, the desire of flesh. AS he crushed he small form into the seat she placed her wondering hands on his face and bit his thick bottom lip. Pulling off his black shirt she ran her hands over his well defined chest and abs. Pressing her lips ardently against his, her tongue searched for an entrance, which he without restraint granted. Fumbling towards his belt buckle she jerked forward as the vehicle came to a sudden halt.

She reluctantly pulled away from her escort as the small tinted window which separated the front from the back rolled down. "Did you want something?" she asked exasperation in her voice as she ran a hand through her cinnamon locks.

The driver rolled his eyes slightly and sighed as he noticed their position, "Ms. Taichikawa your parents called, they'll be off in Livorno for the remainder of the week." The driver informed as she straddled her companion. The window rolled up and the vehicle regained momentum.

Reaching into his back pocket she searched for and pulled out his beat up leather wallet. She searched through it as he just sat back and watched her hopeless hunt. Her amber eyes left the wallet and became fixated on his relaxed face. "You're out of condoms," she informed him with disappointment in her voice.

"Sorry," he said taking his wallet into his hand, "I'm broke" he said returning the wallet to its rightful location. Sighing she reached for her purse and pulled out and crumpled up green currency. Waving it before his calm eyes she switched it over to her other hand before leisurely placing them in his boxers.

His face however remained unfazed by her gesture. A small almost invisible frown appeared on his chiseled face. "Having my girlfriend shove money down my pants doesn't make me feel emasculated at all." He commented as he retrieved her donation.

"…You may be everything I'm looking for in a boyfriend…but I'm not your girlfriend, and you aren't my boyfriend, as hard as that is for me to say." She informed him. His eyes, if possible, became even more cold and lifeless.

"That's right in order for me to date you I have to have a trust fund waiting in the bank. Until that day, I'm just the guy who fulfils the boyfriend duties…Or as in today's case, the guy you plan to have sex with." He responded acerbically, yet a bitter smirk remained on his face.

"You never seemed to mind before."

"That was before the following occurred: One, before my ex broke up with me. Two, Before you started shoving bills down my boxers. And three, before you got me that shirt that read slut."

"I can't do anything about your ex, and you know it. Secondly I only gave you that shirt because it was so you. It had: yeah I may look cute, but I'm a badass for wearing this, written all over it. And third, I've only given you money for things we both use such as: snacks, condoms, and deserts we only end up licking off of each other's bodies, i.e. chocolate syrup." She explained as she watched him pull his shirt back on.

"You don't get it," he muttered as he licked the blood off of his bottom lip. She took notice of this gesture and was quick to apologize with a kiss. He pulled her lips away from his and looked deeply into her eyes. Before she knew what to do he had bit into the soft flesh of her neck.

"I…Don't see why…you do that...you know perfectly well that…I enjoy it." She moaned between her words.

"I want you to explain the mark on your neck to your friends tomorrow…To see what lie you'll come up with this time." He told her as he licked and sucked on her neck.

"You have some mighty mood swings," she giggled as she played with his opulent hair.

"And you," he began, "You're all too predictable…I have to get to class early tomorrow so why don't you have your driver drop me off," he said pulling away from her neck. She however remained in his lap kissing and playing with him.

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Authors Notes: Well I couldn't have done this without A Fire Inside…For without her my inspiration never would have occurred….Seriously she said, "You're such a perv,"

I said, "I know,"…Well you may not see how she inspired me to write this with such a phrase…but she did.

How do you guys like it so far? I need feedback…Please don't flame me…I don't want to have to waste my time reading/writing a smartass remark…So don't bother, you'll only make yourself look dumb when you go up against me.