Treasure Trails and Other Things by perturbedpercy
I don't know how it started. How we started kissing. It was just, kaboom, kissing! Well a lot less kaboom and a lot more boom boom in general, but I won't dwell on that. Hands: that was what I wanted to think about. His wonderfully long, artist hands, slightly calloused at the tips, perfectly molding my flesh in his talented fingers. I should feel guilty, I should feel disgusted, hell, I should feel like a very bad girl. But at that moment, I was quite content with these feelings as well as the numerous others quickly mounting, drawing me closer to the edge. I panted, I pushed, and pulled, I did everything imaginable to keep him near me, in me, on me, anything me. I screamed, I moaned, I whimpered. Whimpered!! Me! Whimpering. God, if I weren't on cloud nine I'd slap myself. If he weren't floating on his own heavenly cloud, which I could say quite frankly that he was, he would have laughed. Laughed that beautiful, musical, joking laugh that teased the butterflies in my stomach and got me hot under my skin.
I would have loved to be able to blame this on Manticore and my uncontrollable heat induced libido, but I knew deep down this was all me, and, I guess, a little of him. I don't know what went streaming in his mind as we finally laid to rest, but I figured well by the very satisfied smirk adorning his Adonis-like face and perfect, luscious lips.
As for me, all those other thoughts, those feelings of being a very bad girl collapsed on me, suffocating me until I pushed out of bed, scrambling for the open window. What have I done? What have we done? All I knew was that I liked it, so much that just a while ago I was purring. That's right ladies and gentlemen, I bypassed whimpering and headed straight to purring. Damn, but he was good. I've never been with another transgenic, but fuck, that was better than good, that was phenomenal. Almost life-changing if you wanted to stretch it. I had never felt so free, so wild, so uninhibited. Any normal man would have probably broken and painfully bruised precious parts of his lower abdomen, and any typical female would doubtfully be able to stand, let alone sit for weeks. But of course, we weren't normal, and we were far from typical.
I tried, I tried really hard to get back into that bed, the site of his naked, warm skin beckoning me to wrap my arms around that gorgeous body and lick my way down his treasure trail. But I couldn't bring myself to it. I was a coward. Ironic, usually I was the one pointing the finger. Sighing, I quietly gathered my belongings, knowing he probably would not wake easily after their little 'work out' and ran out of the apartment as fast as inhumanly possible. Throwing a silent apology to the slumbering man, I revved up my baby and sped on home.
Me? Running from my problems? Never.
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