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Note: The spacing on the last chapter sucked. I don't know why. I'll try
and fix it this time. Please review, I want to know what y'all think.
Thanks for the awesome reviews so far. Yes, there aren't a lot of well-
written and thought out fictions on this site, but I love contributing.
Also, in chapter one, I said 'bruises' on Tawny's neck: to clear it up, I
meant hickeys, because hickeys are essentially bruises, blood being drawn
to the surface, but I didn't want to use the word hickey in that sentence,
bruises sounded better at the time.
Chapter 2:
It was that evening, and Tawny had calmed down. She had decided to go for a long walk on the beach, to think about her situation. She also decided that although it's possible to get pregnant the very first time, she should just put it past her until she knew for sure. She couldn't even worry that much until she skipped her period, and that wasn't for another week or so.
When she got back to the hotel, she saw a single white rose taped her door, along with a note: I'm sorry Tawn. I love you. Come inside. Curious, she unlocked the door. White rose petals led her through the doorway, where she could make out a few details by candlelight. The aluminum table had been pulled out, and a fresh bed sheet had been thrown over it. More petals were scattered over the cloth, and a silver tray sat in the middle of the table. Chipped plates were dressed up by cloth napkins and silverware arranged delicately in a crossed pattern. Obviously, Louis had put some thought into this. His shadowed figure quickly rose from the bed where he was waiting. "Wow, you look nice" Tawny observed, as she could smell his aftershave and see that he had combed his unruly locks for once. "Hey, Tawn. I just wanted to do something nice. I know you were so mad, and you...had every right to be, and I'm sorry." She could only laugh at the puppy dog expression his eyes portrayed and the way his words were so sincere in a little-boy way. "It's ok, Louis. I forgive you. I just got so overwhelmed, I mean, I do want to have a family with you, some day, in the future. But not now. Not now." "I know." "C'mon, sit down with me." She sat on the folding chair that was across from the bed, took out her napkin and placed it on the bed. "So, what are we having tonight?" She lifted the silver top of the platter to reveal her favorite dish....spaghetti. "C'mere, Tramp." She beckoned for him to pull a chair over to her side of the table, and as he did she picked up a long strand, put half in his mouth, half in hers, and they mimicked the classic cartoon. They laughed as the spaghetti strand was finished, but as it turned out, the rest of the spaghetti would go unfinished because Tawny pushed Louis onto the bed, domineering him, laying on top of him while she kissed his soft lips. He was more than a little excited that she had decided to take charge while he kissed her, sending shivers up her spine when he caressed the sides of her back, running his hands from her ribcage to her waist.
It was her turn to leave hickeys and bruises on his body, kissing every part of him she could, covering him with her lips.
"Tawn, wait... hold on...don't want you to get pissed again..." "Hmmm?" She sounded a little confused, not quite comprehending what he was saying. "This? Shouldn't we use this?" He pulled out a condom from the box on the bedside table, brushing off the few rose petals that had been scattered around the table. Tawny blushed, embarrassed that she had been the one to forget, wanting him so badly that she had forgotten this time. Now that she was preparing to have sex without the benefit of wine, she could see why movies always faded to black around this time. It was just necessary. You can't convey the emotions you feel when you're doing this, when you're putting on the condom or laying on your back and spreading your legs, she thought. "Tawn, I promise...it'll be better this time."
His hand reached out to turn off the light, but she stopped him. "Don't...I want to see you."
Something in her voice made him fall in love with her even more. It was Deja Vu, all over again.
~A/N: Chapter 3 will be up soon. Also, I wrote a great deal of this while on prescription pain medication, so I'm not sure if it's good. I'll check it out later and make any changes if I need to.~
Chapter 2:
It was that evening, and Tawny had calmed down. She had decided to go for a long walk on the beach, to think about her situation. She also decided that although it's possible to get pregnant the very first time, she should just put it past her until she knew for sure. She couldn't even worry that much until she skipped her period, and that wasn't for another week or so.
When she got back to the hotel, she saw a single white rose taped her door, along with a note: I'm sorry Tawn. I love you. Come inside. Curious, she unlocked the door. White rose petals led her through the doorway, where she could make out a few details by candlelight. The aluminum table had been pulled out, and a fresh bed sheet had been thrown over it. More petals were scattered over the cloth, and a silver tray sat in the middle of the table. Chipped plates were dressed up by cloth napkins and silverware arranged delicately in a crossed pattern. Obviously, Louis had put some thought into this. His shadowed figure quickly rose from the bed where he was waiting. "Wow, you look nice" Tawny observed, as she could smell his aftershave and see that he had combed his unruly locks for once. "Hey, Tawn. I just wanted to do something nice. I know you were so mad, and you...had every right to be, and I'm sorry." She could only laugh at the puppy dog expression his eyes portrayed and the way his words were so sincere in a little-boy way. "It's ok, Louis. I forgive you. I just got so overwhelmed, I mean, I do want to have a family with you, some day, in the future. But not now. Not now." "I know." "C'mon, sit down with me." She sat on the folding chair that was across from the bed, took out her napkin and placed it on the bed. "So, what are we having tonight?" She lifted the silver top of the platter to reveal her favorite dish....spaghetti. "C'mere, Tramp." She beckoned for him to pull a chair over to her side of the table, and as he did she picked up a long strand, put half in his mouth, half in hers, and they mimicked the classic cartoon. They laughed as the spaghetti strand was finished, but as it turned out, the rest of the spaghetti would go unfinished because Tawny pushed Louis onto the bed, domineering him, laying on top of him while she kissed his soft lips. He was more than a little excited that she had decided to take charge while he kissed her, sending shivers up her spine when he caressed the sides of her back, running his hands from her ribcage to her waist.
It was her turn to leave hickeys and bruises on his body, kissing every part of him she could, covering him with her lips.
"Tawn, wait... hold on...don't want you to get pissed again..." "Hmmm?" She sounded a little confused, not quite comprehending what he was saying. "This? Shouldn't we use this?" He pulled out a condom from the box on the bedside table, brushing off the few rose petals that had been scattered around the table. Tawny blushed, embarrassed that she had been the one to forget, wanting him so badly that she had forgotten this time. Now that she was preparing to have sex without the benefit of wine, she could see why movies always faded to black around this time. It was just necessary. You can't convey the emotions you feel when you're doing this, when you're putting on the condom or laying on your back and spreading your legs, she thought. "Tawn, I promise...it'll be better this time."
His hand reached out to turn off the light, but she stopped him. "Don't...I want to see you."
Something in her voice made him fall in love with her even more. It was Deja Vu, all over again.
~A/N: Chapter 3 will be up soon. Also, I wrote a great deal of this while on prescription pain medication, so I'm not sure if it's good. I'll check it out later and make any changes if I need to.~