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A gust of cool night air blew gently through the open window, making my hair swirl around my face. I scampered to the window and closed it a few inches, fearful of the wind waking Ann. Her lumpy shape did not move as I returned to my perch by the door, a rickety old stool that rocked and creaked with my weight.
Gingerly, I lowered myself onto it and opened the door a crack. The door opened smoothly; I'd discovered that the key to stopping it from creaking insufferably was to open it quickly and surely, instead of inching it open as slowly as possible.
Hope built in my gut as I looked out into the hallway, my fingers crossed and my muscles tense.
"Blast!" The curse was a faint but angered hiss that escaped my lips at the sight of an open door at the end of the hallway.
Many others echoed in my mind at I studied the small amount of light seeping out from under a closed door just a few rooms over from mine. I had the urge to kick the door shut in my fury, but something stopped me.
There was something more to this.
Another piece that prevented me from solving the puzzle that kept me from him. I was almost willing to forget it and crawl out the window that moment, to forget about the idiot girl who had either forgotten to turn out her light, or was determined to waste a night of sleep.
But then the piece clicked.
It was the same door as before.
The same girl that had prevented me from leaving just the other night. I almost dismissed it as a girl that was simply extremely determined to stay awake for a whole night, but then a cruel realization crashed down on me, driving the air from my lungs and causing my eyes to go wide as golf balls.
It couldn't be. She'd promised. She'd lost interest.
But those reassuring thoughts were washed away as I looked back out the door and carefully counted the exact number of doors that stood between my room and the mysterious girl's. My suspicions were confirmed.
Three doors.
Felicity's voice rang out in my head, joyous and warm, making me wonder how she managed to pull off such a sweet demeanor in public.
"This is just perfect, Gemma! We're only three rooms away from eachother!"I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing away the reality. But it held fast on my mind, suffocating my hope and forcing me to watch images of him fade before my eyes. She was still on my trail.
My refusal to tell her anything had driven her to trying to find out by her own ways. She was making sure that I didn't leave my room without her knowledge.
Panic rose in my throat and I began to imagine what she could already know. Could she have followed me the other night? Could she have been watching me as I climbed out the window and over the grounds?
No. No, if she'd seen anything, she would've confronted me today or yesterday, or just told Mrs. Nightwing, in which case I would already be on the train ride home. The latter was less likely; Fee would never tell the headmistress for fear of me telling her what I knew about Fee and a certain Indian boy.
So she didn't know. A smile grin crept across my face as relief washed over me and I slouched onto the bed, reveling in my luck.
But the wave passed all too quickly and my common sense began to kick in, nagging and poking until the new tide, full of doubt and worry, came crashing through. I had to be more careful.
If I didn't wait until her lights went out every night she could hear me leave, or even come to check and find me missing. Things would be a great deal trickier now, but I was convinced that Kartik and I would weather this bit of misfortune. If I was careful enough, there was a chance that she really would lose interest.
But I knew better than to believe that she would forget. One day, I would have to tell her.
But that day wasn't coming any time soon, and I found that I was thoroughly enjoying the feeling that I had beaten Felicity at her own game. The frenzy subsided quickly after this realization and I found myself already making plans to slip out of the window with even more secrecy. A new rush hit me at the thought of him, and I knew that I had to escape tonight, or face another painstaking day of lonliness and longing, not to mention interrogation.
My legs were not my own as they carried me across the threshold, but they did exactly what I wanted, though I don't know if I would've had the courage to do it without the fiery lust that powered my movements.
Ann didn't even cross my mind; I knew by now that she was deeply lost in sleep, not to be wakened by anything but the fear of being late for breakfast and angering Mrs. Nightwing, though I'd never been rebuked for arriving late for the morning meal: the cold mystery porridge was punishment enough.
My crazed mind had already decided that Felicity Worthington was no problem as she could never know if I had left my room. The rope was my secret, and nobody knew about it, that much I was sure of. She doubtlessly thought that my only exit was the front door, past her door and down the stairs. I have the advantage, I realized. She's totally ignorant!
I wanted to giggle at the thought; it was so rare. I was feeling very superior to Fee by this time, and my joy coupled with his image rushed me across the grounds to the edge of the forest, where I jumped up with a whoop. Immediately instinct kicked in and I crouched in the undergrowth, flinching as my noise echoed against the stone walls, which had caught the sound though they seemed much too far away.
Flattening myself to the cool grass, I tried to wiggle deeper undercover, to hide my white chemise and fiery locks. But suddenly my fright seemed foolish: the night was still as ever. I forced a quiet laugh, to convince my jumping heart that all was well.
Spence and it's inhabitants were oblivious to my games. I pulled myself up to my knees, partially out of hiding, and began to creep backwards.
A star appeared in my window.
I crashed to the ground, blood pulsing in my ears as I peered through th greenery at it in wonder. My first impression was quickly swept away when I saw that it was not a star, but a white-blonde head, leaning out of my window. My emotions were mixed as I observed her movements, the barely noticable turning of her head that said that she hadn't spotted me yet, cowering in the bushes.
Pride swelled in my chest as I patted myself on the back for hiding at the sight of the 'star', supernatural or not. I was learning suspicion. But that was battered down by shame for recklessly leaving the school for him. And then anger overpowered all; anger at myself for being so careless and anger at Felicity for being so stubborn. But they all had one thing in common: they terrified me.
The pride was frightening because it made me happy to be decieving my friends for midnight sex, the shame scared me because it made me want to do better, to become even more of a liar, and the anger was horrifying because it revealed just how far into this I was, and how much I loved him and treasured our forbidden connection, and that I was desperate enough to despise my friends for caring about me.
No. Felicity didn't care about me, but her reputation as the all-knowing Queen of Spence.
Still, these emotions, they were all warnings. Bright, obnoxious, but true signs that paved my dangerous road, one that would lead to disaster, but was lined with pleasantries until the horrible end. The metaphor didn't comfort or amuse me as they usually did; the only thing that dulled the sharp pain of my indecency was the ecstacy that would ruin me. Confusion filled me and made me feel small and helpless, lost in a complex conspiracy of deciet and passion.
This was the dramatic kind of story that resectable people payed ridiculous amounts to see in a theatre, where they could swoon with terror, excitement and pity, yet remain untouchable. They didn't know what the characters felt, the indecision that drove them to do these amusing and entertaining things that were actually quite different in real life.
In the midst of the whirlwind of thoughts and images, I inched further and further into the forest. Determined to reach him unnoticed, though by now the horrid realization that Felicity knew I was out there had hit me with force that stole the breath from my lungs and brought strange tears to my eyes.
Her head ducked back under the sill. I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath, the first in minutes. She would not dare to come out of Spence, let alone into the forest after me, if she indeed knew that was where I was.
For all she knew, I could be taking nightly trips to London, though she was certainly more clever than that, and I knew it. She would either confront me tomorrow, or continue monitoring my room at night. What would I do? How do I know that she won't be checking like this every night?
These worries weighed down on my shoulders as I rose and slipped deep into the trees, following what was by now a well known path and cursing my happiness, which was doubtlessly what had drawn her to the window. My burden lifted, though, when I approached our clearing. There was even a joyous spring in my step as I entered, suddenly feeling unprotected with the absence of thick foliage overhead.
"Kartik." The whisper escaped my slack lips easily, filled with lust and passion, every bit as tense as the many hours I had went without feeling his sculpted muscles under me, clenching myself around him and sharing soft yet hard kisses.
His shape was easily discerned in the moonlight, a slightly hunched back that poorly hid broad shoulders. My skin suddenly seemed to hot, and I felt wetness gathering between my thighs as anticipation built. I ran silently towards him, crashing recklessly into his welcoming chest, the warmth of which enveloped me as I felt him ferociously, letting my fingers roam over muscle and bone.
"Gemma," his voice didn't come in the whisper that mine did, but was louder and fuller.
"I love you. Gemma, Gemma, I love you." For the umpteenth time my heart beat wildly, threatening to burst out of my chest.
"I love you, Kartik; you have no idea how good it is to hear your voice." His arms tightened around me. "Oh, I do."
I snuggled into him, then lifted my head to kiss his neck, soft as wind. My tongue explored the sinewy surface with vigour, while I pressed into him and let my hands roam of their own accord. No longer did it feel like a different Gemma was kissing him. I was me that touched him, teased him, let him explore every corner of my being. I could take credit for his moans, his words, and every feeling that he felt for me. Kartik loved me.
Our tongues were locked now, just as our hips ground together slightly. His hand cupped my rear while the other caressed other body parts, sliding up my stomach to hold my breasts, and then sliding back down again and tracing waves on my thighs, forever avoiding my centre, which now began to leak out liquid that made it's journey down the inside of my leg to meet Kartik's hand.
At the unexpected contact, Kartik separated the kiss, leaving me with my mouth slightly open. I looked into his eyes, and at the same moment we did away with playing.
He brought my chemise up to my waist, then stopped teasingly. I gave him a glare that was only partially fake, then pulled his trousers down to his knees, and pressed myself up against his penis, which I found was nearly rock hard. I slid myself up and down against it, grinning as he gasped loudly.
Careful not to let him enter me, though his hips thrust forward with every pass I made, I let the wetness escape even more, and gently slid the shaft of his erection into me, but not the tip. (A/N--in case you don't get the physics, I'll explain. He's not exactly inside of her, but his penis is getting kind wet. They couldn't really have sex in this position, at least I'm pretty sure. I other words, a hot dog in a bun).
He grunted, and roughly grabbed my breasts with his hands, causing the chemise to rise to my chest. I yelled and sighed at the same time, feeling the pinching that would normally be uncomfortable but now made me squeeze my eyes shut with pleasure. Now we both smiled at the torture that we were inflicting on the other, before he raised the garment over my head, freeing my hot, needy being.
I felt him kick his pants away, and together we whipped his shirt off noisily, with much grunting and moaning in the process, since I was licking and biting his nipples and skin as it came up.
I besieged his mouth with my tongue as my arms wrapped around his neck, and I crossed my legs around his waist. His hands instinctively grabbed my buttocks, and I let out a loud, maddened breath, making me sound like a wild animal, which is exactly what both of us had become.
His fingers wandered slightly, following the line of my rear to the centre of liquid, which had now covered his erection.
I dug roughly into his neck as I ground against him, moaning in a high voice not quite my own every time he whipped a finger in and out of me. We manouevered ourselves onto the ground, a skill which we had both grown quite skilled at performing, and I decided that it was almost time. Clearly he sensed this and supported the decision, because hit eyes lit in the darkness and his hands began applying steady pressure on me, bring my body downwards and onto his manhood.
Just as I had sunk onto the last of him, I thought of one last game. Pulling suddenly upwards, I lowered myself down again, until he was halfway into me. Then I pulled up, feeling a devious and delicious emotion wetten my skin even more.
He yelled almost painfully as I began going down onto the tip and then up again extremely fast, and I reveled in the control he was giving me.
That was revenge for all those sarcastic remarks, not that I hadn't made my fair share in his direction.
Jarringly, he tightened his hold on my soft backside and shoved me downwards, with a ferocious yell that terrified me so greatly that I would've been imobilized, had he not succeded in getting me all the way onto him. I screamed shrilly at the shock, but he paid no mind to me as we were rolled over, and he was on top, looking down at me, slighly crazed.
I gasped and tried to force a smile. "Kartik, you've dug yourself so far into me that I fear I'll never be able to pull you out."
He nearly cackled, then leaned down and spoke softly in my ear. "But would you really want to?" I stared at him for a moment, then moaned as he began thrusting, harder than ever before, it seemed. I met them cautiously, aware that he had a different plan for tonight. But caution was quickly abandoned. I clenched around him with every muscle in my body, wondering if his question required an answer. He slammed into me with all the force of a freight train, his eyes fixed firmly on mine.
"Would you?" I realized that this was a test of will, and clenched my teeth as he aquired super human strength, seeming to break some sort of wall every hit. I screamed every time, madly letting my lungs express the relief and tenseness that came every second or two.
"Would you?" I felt my release coming told myself that I wouldn't give in, though now the battle seems pointless. But for some reason I felt the need to defeat the man I was making love to, right then and there. Then in an unexpected and painful twist, the speed stayed.
My eyes went wide with shock. The thrusts had stopped gaining speed; if he could keep this up, I would never find my release. "Would you?" It seemed like hours, that question repeated, one tempo, a single speed. Suddenly he seemed to stab me, which is the only way I can describe it. The push was so deep, so hard and angry, that I screamed an impossible note, which went on for longer than I had originally thought I could hold one sound.
Another, just as bad pushed me right over. "Would you?"
"NO! NO! NO!" My eyes were swimming with tears, but he only grinned wider knowing that they were tears of joy more than pain or anger, and that he would be forgiven.
"You're amazing, Gemma."
"I love you," I wheezed, grabbing a handful of his sweet curls and bringing our lips together roughly.
"Never. Never leave me." His smile turned sweet against my lips.
"I won't. I love you, Gemma." And with that, one last push, fast, yet not rough. I curled and clenched around him, dragging his face to my chest as I sought a release in rough movements. He yelled into my skin, and I tipped my head back and screamed, though not nearly as brilliant a scream as it's predecessors.
It was tired and hoarse, but loud and scathing. My back arched and my fingers flexed, as my body reacted radically to that push, the one that ended it all. Our sounds faded into silence, and I relaxed greatly, using my last ounce of strength to roll us again, where I lay over him, fighting the pinpoints of nothingness that multiplied before my eyes.
Our chests heaved as one. The black spots grew and grew, then covered all as I passed into nothingness, laying limp on top of him in the cool grass.
The first sense to return to me was hearing.
Wind rustled through the trees, a familiar sound that calmed me. Birds chattered, bringing joy and music to the early morning. Soft breathing in my ear, wreathing a scent of cinnamon around my head. Which meant that scent was back, bringing clean, forested air into my lungs.
Taste returned next, stlightly tainting my waking with a strange yet familiar taste.
Feeling revealed to me a soft breeze that whispered over my bare skin, and a sculpted, firm body beneath me. The grass was new and soft, tickling my open palms.
Finally, sight allowed me to take in my surrounds. My eyes fluttered reluctantly open, groggy at first, and protesting greatly to the bright hues that surrounded me. I forced them open. I was looking into green, green grass, just as I had imagined it with my other senses.
My neck muscles creaked as I lifted my head and found myself staring full into Kartik's perfect face. His eyes were closed, graceful lashes touching his high cheekbones. A great nose drew my attention, and I inexplicably kissed the bridge of his nose, then his full lips, which parted slightly at my touch. Other than that, he didn't stir.
I kissed his chin, then trailed down his neck, pressing my lips to each spot of his skin that occupied the line that I was following. I reached his chest and laid my head on his collarbone, feeling his slow heartbeat reverberate through my bones. I continued on, but was forced to stop as my descent moved me down, and I felt an uncomfortable pulling. Glancing down, last night's antics came back to me fully, and embarassment and pleasure gave my stomach a strange yet nice feeling. We were still together, obviously, but...... we shouldn't be.
I should be enjoying the 'pleasantries' of Spence, not cuddling with an Indian boy in the middle of the day. I began to panic, but a glance at Kartik's peaceful expression of sleep stopped me from jumping up and running full out into the forest.
I suppressed the urge and decided to wake him. Rising to his level, I kissed him lightly. Again his mouth opened, and I guessed at his dreams mischeviously. I pressed our lips together again, running my tongue along his lips. The corners of his lips pulled upwards, and I smiled softly.
"You're awake." I said gently, feeling overwhelmed by my love for him.
"Yeah." I looked into his big innocent eyes, though they had been anything but innocent last night. "I love you so much."
His fingers ghosted along my back. I felt a blush rising from my neck at his proclamation, but forced it down, reminding myself of the many times I'd heard it before, whispered among moans of ectsacy.
"I love you too," I sighed, hating the terror that crept into my bones as I thought of what my peers would say if they had witnessed the scene: me lying naked on top of an Indian boy, confessing my love for him without shame.
Suddenly Kartik's eyes darkened with foreboding, and he looked at me with concern. "Maybe too much..." it was a broken murmur, meant for no one's ears but his.
I frowned at him as thoughts leapt crazily into my mind. Did he regret me? What we'd done?
"What are you talking about?" He glanced at me in shock, then looked nervously away, his eyes darting all around the clearing, looking everywhere but me. I poked his chest in frustration.
"What is it?" Finally our eyes met, and green stared into brown or a split second before he cloesed them. "Nothing."
I huffed loudly, suddenly feeling his detchment personally. "Did I do something?" His eyes flickered open with surprise. "N-no.. it's nothing, really." Looking up at the sky, I saw that the moon hadn't quite disappeared yet, nor a few of the stars. Regretfully, I looked at him and broke the spell.
"I have to go." I confessed.
"But you don't want to."
I shook my head and kissed his cheek. "No."
"Then don't go."
I stared at him, wondering what was going through his head. He knew perfectly well what would happen if I stayed with him.
"Don't tempt me." I growled, giving him a playful glare.
His expression loosened and I felt muscular arms wrap around my waist, rolling us over. The hurt at his stubborn refusal to talk to me faded slightly, but I still resisted as his lips pressed against mine, refusing to return the kiss that my body was crying out for.
His strong hands massaged my sides, working magic on my skin. His mouth moved to my neck, placing open mouthed kisses along the strained tendrils. I gasped shakily, trying to stay under control. Moans escaped my mouth as his large hands moved to cup my breasts, smoothing the skin over with his hungry fingers.
"I hate..." I started, then grasped his broad shoulders roughly as his tongue ran up my neck. "..you."
He chuckled deeply, and I knew that he had detected the crmbling of my resolve that was gaining speed as he bit my lip softly.
My hips were grinding against his uncontrollably, and my breath hitched as his erection brushed my leg.
I gave in, forcefully melding my lips with his. He laughed into my mouth, searching me with his tongue. My hands pressed downwards to his stomach, feeling his sculpted chest and abdomen, which were both rock hard with strain.
A grin spread across my face as I thought of something else that was rock hard.
And in need of attention.
This time I was the one who flipped us, getting on hands and knees on top of him. Reaching down to grab his heated penis, I slowly rode it up and down, elicting delicious groans from his seductively parted lips. My fingers toyed with his testicals, bringing an idea to mind. I sunk down, keeping my eyes on his.
Kartik's POV
I saw the mischief in her eyes as she lowered herself slowly, though her expression was one of pure lust.
I felt giddily pleased at the thought that I was the one putting that look on her face, the heat in her movements. But once again the realization that what we were doing was horribly wrong overshadowed the pleasure. Guilt worsened the combination as I looked into Gemma's forest green eyes. I wanted so badly to tell her what was troubling me, but I couldn't bear to wipe that seductive smile off of her face and burden her with worries.
Squirming slightly, I made up my mind rashly.
I'll have the next two days to figure out how to tell her, and besides; by that time it coud've cleared itself up.
My last reassuring thought was a sad excuse, but it didn't disprove the fact that I couldn't talk to her about this now.
A heat was growing between my legs, throbbing harder with every inch of skin that she covered.
Working hard to forget, I swallowed hard and returned my attention to the beautiful girl on top of me.
Gemma's POV
He seemed troubled for a moment, then hastily returned to the real world. I ignored the suspicious interruption; he wouldn't be able to think of anything else if what I was about to do went well. Coming level with his erection, I faintly sensed the heat coming off of it and smiled.
He may be distracted, but his body wasn't. Letting my tongue slip from between my lips, I pressed it against the head of his penis, enveopeing only the very tip.
"Gemma," he gasped. I removed my tongue, grinning as he groaned amost painfully. "Gemma, please."
I shook my head, knowing he could feel the swish of my hair against his skin.
Shifting his erection, I delicately took his one testical into my mouth, smiling when I felt him stiffen, then shiver with pleasure. I ran my tongue all around him, then ground my teeth in circles against it, encouraged by his sounds.
My teeth ground harder and faster, and his hands clutched my shoulders tightly, fighting to push me further onto him. Teasingly I bit down, not bothering to stop when he gasped in pain. The hands on my back tensed and squeezed, urging me on frantically. "You have no idea what you're doing yo me, Gemma." His voice was husky and sweet, wanting me to go on yet wishing for something else.
I agreed silently, and rose from his groin. My centre was hot and wet, and I urgently pressed it up against his stomach, letting my juices seep from my opening and onto hs skin. His hot hand was sliding down my sides, past my waist and to my thighs, then moving inwards to cup the area of dampened curls.
I drew a shallow breath and looked into his eyes, which stared unbearably into mine, carving deep into my heart with passion. An almost gutteral growl broke the heated silence as I pressed my aching centre into his palm.
Slowly, his finger massaged my entrance, inducing another wave of wetness. I moaned embarrassingly loud, but barely had time to blush before he slid it suddenly into me. Another gasp. Moans, sighs as my muscles tightened around his single digit. My eyes were blinking hard.
Then he is sliding it out, and in again, adding another finger gradually to my folds. Tension is built madly, and I nearly screamed when another finger joined the others, bringing tears to my eyes. We had changed positions once again, having reaching the edge of the clearing.
He sat up against a tree, never letting the pumping cease. His pace never faltered -though I swear that his hearbeat did- as I threw myself onto him, biting recklessly into the skin that stretched tautly over his shoulder.
My breasts pushed against his chest as I pressed into him, and his unoccupied hand rose to cup one as I came messily, letting juices drip onto his skin and the grass as I leaned heavily against him.
Groans faded into silence after a time, and I shifted in the former contents of my body, straddling him.
My eyes grew wide as his penis brushed my irritated skin. Had he ever been this big?
Our eyes met hungrily, and I recalled the previous times we had shared a moment of silence, breathing heavily on the fores floor, naked and wanting. Taking him by surprise, I sunk down onto him, reveling in the hitch of his breath that told me he felt it as well as I did.
He wasted no time in bucking his hips upwards, initiating a series of slow and deep thrusts.
I kissed him roughly, vaguely registering that my lips were bruised enough to bring tears to my eyes. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I returned the gesture with vigour, which was renewed each time he sighed into my mouth. I rode up and down on him, realizing that I quite liked the feeling of control the came with being on top.
My mouth parted from his, and I took a hold of his bottom lip with my teeth, pulling it forward seductively before letting my mouth travel swiftly to his neck, licking his jawline slowly first.
"Why didn't we try this before?" I whispered into his collarbone. I thrust down onto him faster now, moaning uncontrolably against his skin, which I was now sucking at almost angrily. His reply was split by gasps of ecstacy.
"I honestly.... couldn't tell you...it doesn't feel half bad."
I grinned wolfishly, wrapping my arms around his torso and curling my fingers up around broad shoulders. They slipped on the film of sweat that covered his skin, as well as mine. Gripping him harder, my smile was wiped away as I felt my climax approaching inevitably. I pressed in around him. Once again our lips clashed, and his hands heatedly groped my breasts, kneading the formerly untouched skin.
This tipped me over, and I came first, gasping for breath in the midst of my second orgasm. Kartik came immediately after, his eyes squezed tightly shut.
We slid to the ground, panting heavily with colour exploding before our eyes. Again my vision was fading, but Ishook my head roughly to rid it of the drowsiness. Clumsily climbing off of him, I lay in the grass, letting the cool breeze whisper over my hot skin and relishing the warmth of the of the morning sun on my body at the same time.
I let my eyes flutter closed, but then they snapped open again with shock. Morning sun?!
Scrambling to hands and knees, I stared at the sky in total bewilderment. Dawn had passed long ago, and the faintest traces of night had been scrubbed away, leaving only lazy periwinkle blue mixed with shades of rose and orange. The sunrise was breathtaking, but I took no time to enjoy it, simply rose hastily to my feet and ran about the clearing, searching for my nightgown.
I glanced at Kartik, having forgotten him in my wild panic. The spot of grass he had previously laid upon was now unnocupied, and I noticed him in the bushes at the far side, retieving his shirt from some reluctant brambles.
Grabbing my chemise from a low tree branch, I slipped it on dreamily, my eyes glued to the rising sun. I could only guess at the time, but had a rather accurate idea of what my punishment would be for sneaking out. Not to mention the interrigation I would undoubtedly get from Felicity.
I cleared my throat meaningfully and met Kartik's sensual eyes sadly as he turned to me.
"I really do have to go now." I whispered, and he nodded in understanding.
Turning on my heel, I walked from the clearing with as much grace as I could muster in my undergarments. I had taken but three steps before my legs carried me hastily back to him, and I blushed as we shared one last kiss before I was forced to become a proper lady of Spence again.
A warm hand pressed against the small of my back, guiding me closer, and I moved in slightly before recalling the time and relucantly pulling my lips from his.
Fighting the earthy and alluring scent that shifted my thinking to often, I turned and fled into the forest.
Kartik's POV
I watched her scamper lightly across the grass, her small mass barely leaving imprints in the springy new earth.
Part of me wanted mothing more than to run after her, hold her in my arms again. Actually, most of me.
I pulled my shirt on slowly, then walked around the clearing, my feet dragging to eliminate the spots of flattened grass. When all the evidence was gone, I tipped my head back and gazed longingly at the sky, wishing for both out sakes that it had stayed dark and blanketing. If Gemma was caught, this could all end; and honestly, I wasn't sure if I could keep on living without it.
Thoughts of her flaming hair and gemerald eyes, sparkling with mischieviouness, had previously replaced all of my unsure thoughts about our relationship, but now that she was gone, the doubts returned, much to my dismay.
It was so wrong, so right, so perfect, so tainted, secret, unallowed, filling..... and sometime, it would have to end.
Hey guys! Hope you liked it! I know that some of you want to experience the sex from Kartik's view, so that'll be the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, stupid fanfiction would let me sign on.... grr. Love you!!!