Hey everybody. Newest installment. Short, but sweet this time. I changed the ending of chapter 16 some. You'll want to go back and reread the last few paragraphs before starting this chapter. This chapter takes off right where that one left off. There's definitely some angst, but I try not to be too angsty. Hope you like, but I warn you, if you thought I was evil at the end of the last chapter, you'll really think me evil after this one. Merrymime.
PG-13 - Oh. Oh my. Goodness gracious. Land sakes alive! Somebody get me a fan!
Chapter 17 - What Were You Thinking?
"Robert, wait. Don't leave."
He didn't answer or even turn around. He just kept walking.
"Robert?!"
But he was gone.
She turned around facing her door absolutely furious. She fumbled with her keys and dropped them. She was shaking either from rage or fear or both. She bent down, picked up her keys and turned around. She spotted him, still walking briskly down the road.
Without thinking, she placed her purse and keys on the doorstep and ran after him. This was the second time she'd run after him this week. Once she got closer behind him, she tried to stop him.
"Robert, stop," she pleaded. He didn't even lessen his pace. He was walking very fast and she had to practically run to keep up. "Robert?" she pleaded louder. He still didn't respond. "Robert!"
On the third time, she grabbed his arm...the good one...and before she'd even known what hit her, he rounded on her and kissed her.
He kissed her full on the lips...
And he didn't just kiss her once...
He kept kissing her...
and kissing her...
again and again.
He didn't pull away and regret it. He didn't stop and apologize. He just kept kissing her and she didn't stop him, either. In fact, she found herself encouraging him.
Since she had grabbed his elbow with her hand, he had merely lifted his own hand to meet her elbow the moment he turned around. Her other arm wasn't touching him, but it wasn't relaxed at her side, either. It was sort of raised half way; very close to his waist, but tense and hesitant to touch any part of him.
It would be thought that this kiss would be rough, full of pent up lust and desire that couldn't be caged any longer...but it wasn't. It was gentle. It was soft and seductive. It was full of emotion, rather than unbridled passion.
Granted, there is some excitement within unbridled passion. But this was more. He was controlled. She could have pulled away from him at any moment, and he wouldn't have resisted, but she didn't.
She gave a little moan, which he reacted to fervently. At her little moan, which was so miniscule it was barely audible, he felt his knees give way. He thought he might fall. But, he didn't. Instead he wrapped his arm around her waist and stepped in even closer to her, all the while kissing her slowly with great emotion and care.
She responded automatically without any thought to his movement and wrapped her own arms around him. She also stepped closer into him, so that both their bodies were flush against each other.
He deepened his kiss ever such a tiny bit; barely brushing his tongue in small spurts upon her lips. As she didn't pull away from him or jerk back, his little spurts turned into longer sessions, so to speak, until finally he found himself locked solidly upon her lower lip, licking and kneading it tantalizingly with his tongue; nibbling at it enticingly with his teeth. She didn't pull back, but she wasn't opening up to him either. This began to worry him, but the fact was, she was just enjoying this feeling so much; this feeling of his desire for her. She didn't want to break it. However, just when he was thinking of pulling his tongue away, she opened up to him with complete abandon. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she responded willingly.
Again, she gave a little moan, which shot a chill up Robert's spine. He began to move his hand up and down her back, all the while savoring the sensual taste of her mouth.
She thought maybe he was trying to memorize every shape and contour of her lips, mouth and tongue. And in fact, he was. And all this was happening right outside in the open; not a few houses away from her own. They were standing on the sidewalk in front of God and everybody. A few moments earlier, a car had whizzed by them. The car contained 3 teenage boys, who honked and catcalled at them as they zoomed by. "Woo-Hoo! Yeah, baby! Get a room!" But, neither Robert, nor Elizabeth had even given a brief thought to their passing.
But just then, without any warning or any predetermination on her part, Elizabeth jerked away suddenly. She didn't just pull out of the kiss; she completely stepped two or three steps back away from him. They both stared back at each other, lips parted and out of breath. Neither of them spoke a word. Elizabeth couldn't believe what just happened. For that brief period of time when she was kissing Robert, she hadn't thought about anything...well, anything that is except the touch of his lips upon hers; the feeling of his hand gently rubbing up and down her back; the feeling of his tongue wrapped around her own.
How could she have let this happen after what she'd just thought in the restaurant? She had concluded in her mind, quite resolutely, she was not going to let herself get attached to this man. This is not a good thing. Why couldn't she just stay on the porch? She could hear Mark yelling, "What were you thinking?"
After they both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever, Elizabeth just turned on her heals and headed back for home, without even a word. Robert opened his mouth wider and took in a breath, about to say something, but nothing came out. His voice was stuck in his throat and wouldn't get out. His emotions and desires were up way too high. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even move...so he couldn't stop her.
He felt his knees give way again as he watched her walk away; her back to him. He leaned on the mailbox in front of him, just planning to lean on it for a second to get his balance and catch his breath. However, he found himself slumping further until he just gave in and sat on the ground, with his back against the mailbox. He sat there for 20 minutes before he had gained complete control of himself. After that, he stood up and looked in the direction of her house, but although the thought did cross his mind, he didn't head in that direction. He just turned around and walked home.
PG-13 - Oh. Oh my. Goodness gracious. Land sakes alive! Somebody get me a fan!
Chapter 17 - What Were You Thinking?
"Robert, wait. Don't leave."
He didn't answer or even turn around. He just kept walking.
"Robert?!"
But he was gone.
She turned around facing her door absolutely furious. She fumbled with her keys and dropped them. She was shaking either from rage or fear or both. She bent down, picked up her keys and turned around. She spotted him, still walking briskly down the road.
Without thinking, she placed her purse and keys on the doorstep and ran after him. This was the second time she'd run after him this week. Once she got closer behind him, she tried to stop him.
"Robert, stop," she pleaded. He didn't even lessen his pace. He was walking very fast and she had to practically run to keep up. "Robert?" she pleaded louder. He still didn't respond. "Robert!"
On the third time, she grabbed his arm...the good one...and before she'd even known what hit her, he rounded on her and kissed her.
He kissed her full on the lips...
And he didn't just kiss her once...
He kept kissing her...
and kissing her...
again and again.
He didn't pull away and regret it. He didn't stop and apologize. He just kept kissing her and she didn't stop him, either. In fact, she found herself encouraging him.
Since she had grabbed his elbow with her hand, he had merely lifted his own hand to meet her elbow the moment he turned around. Her other arm wasn't touching him, but it wasn't relaxed at her side, either. It was sort of raised half way; very close to his waist, but tense and hesitant to touch any part of him.
It would be thought that this kiss would be rough, full of pent up lust and desire that couldn't be caged any longer...but it wasn't. It was gentle. It was soft and seductive. It was full of emotion, rather than unbridled passion.
Granted, there is some excitement within unbridled passion. But this was more. He was controlled. She could have pulled away from him at any moment, and he wouldn't have resisted, but she didn't.
She gave a little moan, which he reacted to fervently. At her little moan, which was so miniscule it was barely audible, he felt his knees give way. He thought he might fall. But, he didn't. Instead he wrapped his arm around her waist and stepped in even closer to her, all the while kissing her slowly with great emotion and care.
She responded automatically without any thought to his movement and wrapped her own arms around him. She also stepped closer into him, so that both their bodies were flush against each other.
He deepened his kiss ever such a tiny bit; barely brushing his tongue in small spurts upon her lips. As she didn't pull away from him or jerk back, his little spurts turned into longer sessions, so to speak, until finally he found himself locked solidly upon her lower lip, licking and kneading it tantalizingly with his tongue; nibbling at it enticingly with his teeth. She didn't pull back, but she wasn't opening up to him either. This began to worry him, but the fact was, she was just enjoying this feeling so much; this feeling of his desire for her. She didn't want to break it. However, just when he was thinking of pulling his tongue away, she opened up to him with complete abandon. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and she responded willingly.
Again, she gave a little moan, which shot a chill up Robert's spine. He began to move his hand up and down her back, all the while savoring the sensual taste of her mouth.
She thought maybe he was trying to memorize every shape and contour of her lips, mouth and tongue. And in fact, he was. And all this was happening right outside in the open; not a few houses away from her own. They were standing on the sidewalk in front of God and everybody. A few moments earlier, a car had whizzed by them. The car contained 3 teenage boys, who honked and catcalled at them as they zoomed by. "Woo-Hoo! Yeah, baby! Get a room!" But, neither Robert, nor Elizabeth had even given a brief thought to their passing.
But just then, without any warning or any predetermination on her part, Elizabeth jerked away suddenly. She didn't just pull out of the kiss; she completely stepped two or three steps back away from him. They both stared back at each other, lips parted and out of breath. Neither of them spoke a word. Elizabeth couldn't believe what just happened. For that brief period of time when she was kissing Robert, she hadn't thought about anything...well, anything that is except the touch of his lips upon hers; the feeling of his hand gently rubbing up and down her back; the feeling of his tongue wrapped around her own.
How could she have let this happen after what she'd just thought in the restaurant? She had concluded in her mind, quite resolutely, she was not going to let herself get attached to this man. This is not a good thing. Why couldn't she just stay on the porch? She could hear Mark yelling, "What were you thinking?"
After they both stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever, Elizabeth just turned on her heals and headed back for home, without even a word. Robert opened his mouth wider and took in a breath, about to say something, but nothing came out. His voice was stuck in his throat and wouldn't get out. His emotions and desires were up way too high. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even move...so he couldn't stop her.
He felt his knees give way again as he watched her walk away; her back to him. He leaned on the mailbox in front of him, just planning to lean on it for a second to get his balance and catch his breath. However, he found himself slumping further until he just gave in and sat on the ground, with his back against the mailbox. He sat there for 20 minutes before he had gained complete control of himself. After that, he stood up and looked in the direction of her house, but although the thought did cross his mind, he didn't head in that direction. He just turned around and walked home.
