Ist Es Wahr?

Is It True?

I don't think this one will disgust you, I went for a more conventional couple. Why? I don't know, I think just to shake things up a bit.

Again its short but there is only so much I can do while working on Claire de Lune. Now that this one is out of my system I can work on CdL again.Sorry for any mistakes! I'm not sure what they are but I'm sure I have them. let me know and I'll fix them.

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His hands covered her eyes as he led her into the awaiting room. A room where they could be together in peace, no frantic people pulling them away when they needed each other most.

He switched off the offending florescent lights, only a small lamp in the far corner made the vague shapes semi-visible.

The soft glow wasn't enough for his eyes, him being in the spotlight and all. He ran into a few pieces of furniture before reaching his destination. He didn't even notice the figure sitting in the chair by the door.

Turning her around to face him, he gently moved his hands down the sides of her neck, resting them on her small shoulders.

Leaning in he delicately kissed her temple, then her cheek, then finally her plush lips. He was moving her towards the sumptuous arrangement he had set up.

She laid back, her hair spayed across the silken sangria pillows, as he pulled her body down to him.

His fingertips traveled over the sleek curves of her legs. Working his way to the exquisitely rounded hips.

The figure shook with anger but remained silent as her giggles rose in the tight space. He slipped her skirt down her satiny legs, grinning up at her as he threw it behind him.

Crawling back up her to kiss her, he moved her shirt up well. The tender flesh felt hot under his experienced hands.

He swiftly removed his own shirt as she pushed him over and covered his chest with her lips and tongue.

Her fingernails dug into the arms of the chair as she watched the display, willing herself not to make a sound. She would wait to bust him, she wanted it so he had no excuse for his actions, giving him no loopholes.

The sounds of passion escalated, he was poised and ready.

She couldn't take it any more, plus no way for him to weasel his way out of it. She cleared her throat and started tapping her foot against the concrete floor. The stern expression she wore, only turned to anger as he spoke.

"Baby? What are you doing here?" He quickly tried to cover himself and his lover.

"Apparently getting a free porn. How long has this been going on?" Her voice remained even as she spoke to the stunned man.

"Going on? Nothing is going on Portia, baby." The lie wasn't convincing to his own ears.

"How long?" Her voice was straining to stay calm. She was not in the mood for games.

He sighed he knew how far to push her and when to back down. "Not long," he said nothing more.

She looked at him expectedly, "You've got nothing else to say?" She kept herself from going into a rage.

"I was..." He said as his slid on his jeans

"Going to tell me," she finished for him. He walked over to her, not even a foot from her.

"What do you want from me? You know this isn't working. I found something that does."

"I can see the headline now; 'Tommy Q makes backup singer hit new high notes'." She spat sadistically. "When that hits the stands your career is over." With that she left.

And well, you now what happened after that.


Different than the way she found out but yeah.

How was this one? You know what to do, I hope. Sorry I'm a little hyper after my Happy Meal.

Thanks, Eternita14 (The Cookie Girl) or (BagChip Cookie). I'm an awesome nerd.