Testing Faith
By CeraMac24
CHAPTER FOUR
OCTOBER 29TH: LATER THAT NIGHT
We stayed for almost two hours. Looking back, I am still sure that this was exactly where I needed to be and whom I needed to be with. Fred would never have understood what went on out on the street earlier. He would only tell me how dangerous my job is and how it's just not worth it. He'd tell me I should quit and five rounds of arguing over who's right and who's wrong would follow. It's happened before, so I know the routine. The whole subject of my near-death experience and the fact that I watched a man die would be overshadowed by his lecture on the shortcomings of my job.
What I needed that night was to have someone who knew how I felt and that someone was Guy Mitchell. I got what I needed...and more.
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To my surprise, I was actually having a good time. So good, in fact, that after a while I was completely unaware of the vibrations my cell phone was making in my purse on my lap. We enjoyed each other's company on tonight of all nights, and I found myself fortunate to have someone understand all that went on earlier. He talked of life, risks and chances, guilt and pain, happiness and friendship. It seemed as if his words were created solely for my benefit, although I knew he was fighting demons of his own from earlier.
Something odd, though, happened as we were talking. Once again I got this weird feeling in my stomach as I watched him. I had been getting them for days now, whenever I looked at him, or was near him. His presence in a room did something to my insides that I couldn't quite place. There was no one that I could really talk to about this. How do you tell someone that their married friend is lusting after their obviously unmarried (not to mention attractive) partner? Every time the feelings came, I just brushed them off as if they were nothing. Just because you're married doesn't mean that you can't think people are attractive. Bosco is attractive, I guess. Take Jimmy Doherty from across the street, now he is good-looking. (And don't think I don't know how Fred has a thing for Brad Pitt's wife. Ahh, Brad Pitt...) As long as you don't act on these so-called feelings, everything is okay.
But sitting across from Mitchell at the bar, the feelings were stronger than ever--and harder to ignore. So, in an effort to do my best, I ordered drink after drink, hoping sooner or later that the alcohol would render everything senseless. And it worked that way, more or less.
Seventeen missed calls later, I knew I had to get home. I didn't know what I was going to say to Fred when I got there, but somehow the notion of 'I was at a bar with my gorgeous partner' wasn't going to cut it. I had to think of something.
After telling Mitchell it was time to call it a night, he helped me into my coat and grabbed my purse for me. (I was a little too intoxicated to remember it on my own.) We left the bar and he led me to the passenger door of his Blazer. We were walking arm in arm, thanks to my inability to walk on my own. He leaned me up against the side of the SUV while he unlocked it. Once he opened the door, he turned to put me inside. I must have passed out while leaning there, because the next thing I remember is that I felt his hand lightly tapping my cheek.
"Faith," he said. "Faith, wake up."
I blinked my eyes at the recognition of his voice, and murmured some kind of gibberish that I doubt he understood. I tried to push away from the side of the vehicle but my body seemed to be glued to it. He slammed the passenger door in a last ditch attempt to get me to wake up. My head shot upright, as I expected he wanted. I opened my eyes to find his face only inches from mine. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew it was going to happen before he even made a move.
It was soft at first, feather-light. But, I returned it, which opened the door for him to discover more, and I let him.
We parted lips and explored each other for the first time. I felt the moisture of his tongue and the urgency of his touch. His hands slid up and down my back, as if to ensure I was really in his arms. They were in my hair seconds later and I found myself responding to this man in a way that I never had with anyone before. I suddenly couldn't get enough of him and I was reaching out for anything that I could get a hold of--his arms, hair, back, and hips.
I pushed myself off of the Blazer and turned us so that his backside was against it. We continued to taste each other with a quickness that made my heart race. He reached behind for the handle and opened up the door to the backseat. I parted from him, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, and pulled him inside.
Our lips were still clutching one another as we quickly disassembled our clothing. There was nothing slow and unhurried about this. It was a pure, physical, and animal desire that needed to be filled or we would explode. I had felt it growing inside of me for days. I had tried my hardest to ignore it, but there in that Blazer, thinking was damn near impossible.
I sat back to examine this amazing creature before me. He was even more beautiful without his clothes on. That gorgeous body, with perfectly toned muscles, caused me to catch my breath at the sight of it. He seemed to take pleasure in the way his body was exciting me, because it brought a smile to that magnificent mouth. His eyes danced as he watched me give him leave to explore me with his touch. Giving in to my own sensuality, I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the tight muscles beneath my fingers. We looked into each other's eyes and knew that there was no turning back. Surrendering to everything that we felt, we came together, body and soul, as one.
It was like nothing I have ever experienced before.
By CeraMac24
CHAPTER FOUR
OCTOBER 29TH: LATER THAT NIGHT
We stayed for almost two hours. Looking back, I am still sure that this was exactly where I needed to be and whom I needed to be with. Fred would never have understood what went on out on the street earlier. He would only tell me how dangerous my job is and how it's just not worth it. He'd tell me I should quit and five rounds of arguing over who's right and who's wrong would follow. It's happened before, so I know the routine. The whole subject of my near-death experience and the fact that I watched a man die would be overshadowed by his lecture on the shortcomings of my job.
What I needed that night was to have someone who knew how I felt and that someone was Guy Mitchell. I got what I needed...and more.
************************************************************
To my surprise, I was actually having a good time. So good, in fact, that after a while I was completely unaware of the vibrations my cell phone was making in my purse on my lap. We enjoyed each other's company on tonight of all nights, and I found myself fortunate to have someone understand all that went on earlier. He talked of life, risks and chances, guilt and pain, happiness and friendship. It seemed as if his words were created solely for my benefit, although I knew he was fighting demons of his own from earlier.
Something odd, though, happened as we were talking. Once again I got this weird feeling in my stomach as I watched him. I had been getting them for days now, whenever I looked at him, or was near him. His presence in a room did something to my insides that I couldn't quite place. There was no one that I could really talk to about this. How do you tell someone that their married friend is lusting after their obviously unmarried (not to mention attractive) partner? Every time the feelings came, I just brushed them off as if they were nothing. Just because you're married doesn't mean that you can't think people are attractive. Bosco is attractive, I guess. Take Jimmy Doherty from across the street, now he is good-looking. (And don't think I don't know how Fred has a thing for Brad Pitt's wife. Ahh, Brad Pitt...) As long as you don't act on these so-called feelings, everything is okay.
But sitting across from Mitchell at the bar, the feelings were stronger than ever--and harder to ignore. So, in an effort to do my best, I ordered drink after drink, hoping sooner or later that the alcohol would render everything senseless. And it worked that way, more or less.
Seventeen missed calls later, I knew I had to get home. I didn't know what I was going to say to Fred when I got there, but somehow the notion of 'I was at a bar with my gorgeous partner' wasn't going to cut it. I had to think of something.
After telling Mitchell it was time to call it a night, he helped me into my coat and grabbed my purse for me. (I was a little too intoxicated to remember it on my own.) We left the bar and he led me to the passenger door of his Blazer. We were walking arm in arm, thanks to my inability to walk on my own. He leaned me up against the side of the SUV while he unlocked it. Once he opened the door, he turned to put me inside. I must have passed out while leaning there, because the next thing I remember is that I felt his hand lightly tapping my cheek.
"Faith," he said. "Faith, wake up."
I blinked my eyes at the recognition of his voice, and murmured some kind of gibberish that I doubt he understood. I tried to push away from the side of the vehicle but my body seemed to be glued to it. He slammed the passenger door in a last ditch attempt to get me to wake up. My head shot upright, as I expected he wanted. I opened my eyes to find his face only inches from mine. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew it was going to happen before he even made a move.
It was soft at first, feather-light. But, I returned it, which opened the door for him to discover more, and I let him.
We parted lips and explored each other for the first time. I felt the moisture of his tongue and the urgency of his touch. His hands slid up and down my back, as if to ensure I was really in his arms. They were in my hair seconds later and I found myself responding to this man in a way that I never had with anyone before. I suddenly couldn't get enough of him and I was reaching out for anything that I could get a hold of--his arms, hair, back, and hips.
I pushed myself off of the Blazer and turned us so that his backside was against it. We continued to taste each other with a quickness that made my heart race. He reached behind for the handle and opened up the door to the backseat. I parted from him, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, and pulled him inside.
Our lips were still clutching one another as we quickly disassembled our clothing. There was nothing slow and unhurried about this. It was a pure, physical, and animal desire that needed to be filled or we would explode. I had felt it growing inside of me for days. I had tried my hardest to ignore it, but there in that Blazer, thinking was damn near impossible.
I sat back to examine this amazing creature before me. He was even more beautiful without his clothes on. That gorgeous body, with perfectly toned muscles, caused me to catch my breath at the sight of it. He seemed to take pleasure in the way his body was exciting me, because it brought a smile to that magnificent mouth. His eyes danced as he watched me give him leave to explore me with his touch. Giving in to my own sensuality, I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the tight muscles beneath my fingers. We looked into each other's eyes and knew that there was no turning back. Surrendering to everything that we felt, we came together, body and soul, as one.
It was like nothing I have ever experienced before.