Chris's eyes were always warm on hers, and his touch so invigorating, the
moment it met her bare skin. She had everything she ever wanted in him, and
their longing, loving, heavy stare physically and mentally solidified that
notion.
He stepped toward her, his piercing, icy blue eyes so intense and direct. She wondered how she hadn't become awestruck just then. The rest of him was a blur in that moment, her gaze locking with his, his breathing steady, and hers just the opposite. He made her so powerless, just waiting for him, for his caress, the feel of being taken in his arms and just dazzled the life out of. His lips were so soft, so pure, so natural and full. They were almost perfectly contoured with hers, it made her dizzy when they kissed.
His breath on her cheek felt so warm, so toxic, so lusty and yet... everything she had ever wanted to feel, so filled with genuine, raw, unadulterated love. Just love. He brought those beautiful lips to her ear, and as his breathing slowed, she felt herself die... before he said the words. Her eyes closed, and she melted, just at that breath the moment before.
"I love you..." and her heart was taken. Her mouth with it, as she pulled herself into him, into his embrace, into that adoring man, the only one she wanted to be with, now and ever. His palms were so soft but so rugged, finding the back of her neck, pulling her into him, traveling just over the front of her shoulders and down around her waist.
And God, that sweet mouth, those sweet lips, that tongue, the taste of him. Just in admiring him and his beauty, she felt so present, so whole, so woman. Like now was the only moment she would ever want to be in. Like she was trapped, by his sensuality, his charm, the truth in every breath he whispered to her. And as her lightly powdered eyelids rose, his kiss still taking her, she noticed that his gorgeous blue eyes were closed, and that...... was how she knew.
It was gone quicker than she ever wanted it to be, left without fully savoring him. She woke up, outstretched on Christian's hotel bed, her soft gaze finally strengthening, and her body filling with wake. Her deep, chocolate brown pools were stuck on the white spiral-patterned ceiling. Both her arms lay at her sides, and one of her index fingers spun around, tracing the coils and curls as her eyes followed the circular tile.
She always had this obliviousness to her in the morning, the first few minutes after she woke. A subtle glint in her eye, she turned her gaze toward the window, curtains pulled back, a bright sun shining in. His voice rang at her, immediately startling her and bringing the whimsicality in her face to a halt.
"Rise and shine." Christian walked toward her bedside, used to the strangeness she exhibited in the mornings. Trish shook the shock out of her expression and her eyes just darted around, confused. Why didn't she remember this? Had she...?
Trish slid her arms up underneath the sheets and pulled the covers a few inches off of her. She recognized the clothes she was wearing from the night before. She hadn't.
"Hey, you wanna go take a walk or something? You're looking worse than usual." Christian sat on the bed beside her, and his fingers traced beneath the covers, brushing against her side, slowly peeling the fabric of her shirt back over her flesh.
She lunged herself up in the bed, and Christian drew his hand back, looking awkwardly at her, his brow arched. For a few seconds, she looked robotic, sitting completely still, not a fragment of her body making a sudden movement. Her eyes wandered the room frantically, seemingly in search of something.
"Y...you okay?" Christian draped an arm over her shoulder, looking at her. Trish brought both her palms to her face and pushed them over her forehead, her fingers combing briskly through her hair. She let them rest on the sides of her head.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm good, I'm okay. I swear I'm okay. Morning, Christian." She pulled her legs over the side of the bed, sitting beside him, and pushed herself upward, stumbling the slightest bit as she stood freely.
She faintly remembered the night before, the draft lottery. She and Christian were safe, together. At least she had that. She couldn't recall any other events of the night, just how thankful she was at the one person in her life that hadn't ever lied to her. It was the truth. Christian had never once lied to her, not that she could remember, and he seemed like the only person who wasn't trying to pull her strings and toy with her to get what he wanted. He just went for it. But not that night. She knew it, because she was in the same clothes she was in at Raw. That, and she didn't remember doing anything past then.
He stood up next to her, unsure of how to react to her crazed display, but lucky for him, she made the first move. Suddenly her arms were around his neck, and her lips pressed to his, her tongue invading his mouth, her hands sliding downward, wandering over his chest. He never wore a shirt in the morning. Hardly at all, when he was with her, actually. He was taken aback, but complied more than willing, his strong arms pressed firmly on her back, urging her into him. His tongue wandered with hers, and in nothing more than lust and physicality, he forced Trish's back to the bed, his mouth engulfed in warmth.
Trish needed him then. Anything. Anything he could do to just get her mind off of that dream. God, what the HELL was that dream for? What was her subconscious mind trying to do? She had never dreamt of him, not once since they were dating. She was reluctant to think of Chris at all, much less in her dreams. She was scared, really...
As much as the lust between she and Christian surrounded her, Trish's mind kept wandering back to how she felt with him, with Chris... and how fool she was to give that up, even if it was a lie. Who cared about lies? At least just feeling him near her was complete bliss. Christian didn't do that. Christian was in it for himself. All men were, really.
The thoughts kept invading her mind, pummeling her senseless to the point she nearly burst out screaming in horror right into Christian's mouth. All men were in it for themselves, yes. That was it, purely. Christian was, she knew it. But she wanted it anyway. Just to get him out of her mind. They were in it for sex, for them, all of them... But not Chris... DAMMIT, WOMAN... snap the hell out of it... Chris used you. He used you, he made you believe in love and he took complete advantage of that, advantage of you. He's a fucking prick. A lowlife, heartless prick.
But if he only wanted her for sex... why had they never, in their whole long relationship, gone quite that far? That alone should have been proof that he was in it for love. Real love.
What love? The kind he walked out on, the kind she felt before he tore it away with that fucking bet? Not that love, because he ruined his chances at that love. If he wanted that, if he truly wanted her...
Trish pushed Christian away from her in a sudden, fierce motion, angrily shoving him back from on top of her. She thrashed on the bed, her arms retreating, hugging around her own waist, her knees curled, eyes shut tight, forcing all images out of her head but black. Just black. And she lie on the bed, helpless, writhing in so many mixed emotions, feelings she never wanted to have, so many voices ripping through her head, telling her how to think and what to feel. She wanted them all out.
She tried locking the thoughts out of her mind, pushing every thought of him to the side, trying to fight these torturing images, the feel, the words, everything. Trying to fight them from her, fight everything away from her. She refused to let her own needs come last to these jabbing emotions that struck her body hard, that caused her to flinch at the mere mention of his name. Anything that brought her mind back to her past with him, to the gloriousness of him that she missed. She only missed it not because it wasn't real. She only rejected it, she only betrayed him because he wasn't real. Because he lied about being real.
Christian stared at her, his own body left hungry for her. He stood absolutely still, motionless, his eyes cast on her in her vulnerable, wretched form. He climbed into the bed with her and took her in his arms, praying silently she would not push him away.
As tears slipped from her eyes, Christian's lips rushed to kiss them from her flesh, kiss them from her beautiful face. And he took her lips with his again. It was all he could think of to do to ease her pain. He wasn't only in it for himself.
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Weee, I'm starting to actually like this story! ^_^ I don't even know what I'm going to do next. Well that's two new chapters posted today. At this rate I might finish the whole story by tomorrow. Or not. Please review. If you review at all, review on this chapter, because not even I know what to think of this chapter... so give me some feedback!!
He stepped toward her, his piercing, icy blue eyes so intense and direct. She wondered how she hadn't become awestruck just then. The rest of him was a blur in that moment, her gaze locking with his, his breathing steady, and hers just the opposite. He made her so powerless, just waiting for him, for his caress, the feel of being taken in his arms and just dazzled the life out of. His lips were so soft, so pure, so natural and full. They were almost perfectly contoured with hers, it made her dizzy when they kissed.
His breath on her cheek felt so warm, so toxic, so lusty and yet... everything she had ever wanted to feel, so filled with genuine, raw, unadulterated love. Just love. He brought those beautiful lips to her ear, and as his breathing slowed, she felt herself die... before he said the words. Her eyes closed, and she melted, just at that breath the moment before.
"I love you..." and her heart was taken. Her mouth with it, as she pulled herself into him, into his embrace, into that adoring man, the only one she wanted to be with, now and ever. His palms were so soft but so rugged, finding the back of her neck, pulling her into him, traveling just over the front of her shoulders and down around her waist.
And God, that sweet mouth, those sweet lips, that tongue, the taste of him. Just in admiring him and his beauty, she felt so present, so whole, so woman. Like now was the only moment she would ever want to be in. Like she was trapped, by his sensuality, his charm, the truth in every breath he whispered to her. And as her lightly powdered eyelids rose, his kiss still taking her, she noticed that his gorgeous blue eyes were closed, and that...... was how she knew.
It was gone quicker than she ever wanted it to be, left without fully savoring him. She woke up, outstretched on Christian's hotel bed, her soft gaze finally strengthening, and her body filling with wake. Her deep, chocolate brown pools were stuck on the white spiral-patterned ceiling. Both her arms lay at her sides, and one of her index fingers spun around, tracing the coils and curls as her eyes followed the circular tile.
She always had this obliviousness to her in the morning, the first few minutes after she woke. A subtle glint in her eye, she turned her gaze toward the window, curtains pulled back, a bright sun shining in. His voice rang at her, immediately startling her and bringing the whimsicality in her face to a halt.
"Rise and shine." Christian walked toward her bedside, used to the strangeness she exhibited in the mornings. Trish shook the shock out of her expression and her eyes just darted around, confused. Why didn't she remember this? Had she...?
Trish slid her arms up underneath the sheets and pulled the covers a few inches off of her. She recognized the clothes she was wearing from the night before. She hadn't.
"Hey, you wanna go take a walk or something? You're looking worse than usual." Christian sat on the bed beside her, and his fingers traced beneath the covers, brushing against her side, slowly peeling the fabric of her shirt back over her flesh.
She lunged herself up in the bed, and Christian drew his hand back, looking awkwardly at her, his brow arched. For a few seconds, she looked robotic, sitting completely still, not a fragment of her body making a sudden movement. Her eyes wandered the room frantically, seemingly in search of something.
"Y...you okay?" Christian draped an arm over her shoulder, looking at her. Trish brought both her palms to her face and pushed them over her forehead, her fingers combing briskly through her hair. She let them rest on the sides of her head.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I'm good, I'm okay. I swear I'm okay. Morning, Christian." She pulled her legs over the side of the bed, sitting beside him, and pushed herself upward, stumbling the slightest bit as she stood freely.
She faintly remembered the night before, the draft lottery. She and Christian were safe, together. At least she had that. She couldn't recall any other events of the night, just how thankful she was at the one person in her life that hadn't ever lied to her. It was the truth. Christian had never once lied to her, not that she could remember, and he seemed like the only person who wasn't trying to pull her strings and toy with her to get what he wanted. He just went for it. But not that night. She knew it, because she was in the same clothes she was in at Raw. That, and she didn't remember doing anything past then.
He stood up next to her, unsure of how to react to her crazed display, but lucky for him, she made the first move. Suddenly her arms were around his neck, and her lips pressed to his, her tongue invading his mouth, her hands sliding downward, wandering over his chest. He never wore a shirt in the morning. Hardly at all, when he was with her, actually. He was taken aback, but complied more than willing, his strong arms pressed firmly on her back, urging her into him. His tongue wandered with hers, and in nothing more than lust and physicality, he forced Trish's back to the bed, his mouth engulfed in warmth.
Trish needed him then. Anything. Anything he could do to just get her mind off of that dream. God, what the HELL was that dream for? What was her subconscious mind trying to do? She had never dreamt of him, not once since they were dating. She was reluctant to think of Chris at all, much less in her dreams. She was scared, really...
As much as the lust between she and Christian surrounded her, Trish's mind kept wandering back to how she felt with him, with Chris... and how fool she was to give that up, even if it was a lie. Who cared about lies? At least just feeling him near her was complete bliss. Christian didn't do that. Christian was in it for himself. All men were, really.
The thoughts kept invading her mind, pummeling her senseless to the point she nearly burst out screaming in horror right into Christian's mouth. All men were in it for themselves, yes. That was it, purely. Christian was, she knew it. But she wanted it anyway. Just to get him out of her mind. They were in it for sex, for them, all of them... But not Chris... DAMMIT, WOMAN... snap the hell out of it... Chris used you. He used you, he made you believe in love and he took complete advantage of that, advantage of you. He's a fucking prick. A lowlife, heartless prick.
But if he only wanted her for sex... why had they never, in their whole long relationship, gone quite that far? That alone should have been proof that he was in it for love. Real love.
What love? The kind he walked out on, the kind she felt before he tore it away with that fucking bet? Not that love, because he ruined his chances at that love. If he wanted that, if he truly wanted her...
Trish pushed Christian away from her in a sudden, fierce motion, angrily shoving him back from on top of her. She thrashed on the bed, her arms retreating, hugging around her own waist, her knees curled, eyes shut tight, forcing all images out of her head but black. Just black. And she lie on the bed, helpless, writhing in so many mixed emotions, feelings she never wanted to have, so many voices ripping through her head, telling her how to think and what to feel. She wanted them all out.
She tried locking the thoughts out of her mind, pushing every thought of him to the side, trying to fight these torturing images, the feel, the words, everything. Trying to fight them from her, fight everything away from her. She refused to let her own needs come last to these jabbing emotions that struck her body hard, that caused her to flinch at the mere mention of his name. Anything that brought her mind back to her past with him, to the gloriousness of him that she missed. She only missed it not because it wasn't real. She only rejected it, she only betrayed him because he wasn't real. Because he lied about being real.
Christian stared at her, his own body left hungry for her. He stood absolutely still, motionless, his eyes cast on her in her vulnerable, wretched form. He climbed into the bed with her and took her in his arms, praying silently she would not push him away.
As tears slipped from her eyes, Christian's lips rushed to kiss them from her flesh, kiss them from her beautiful face. And he took her lips with his again. It was all he could think of to do to ease her pain. He wasn't only in it for himself.
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Weee, I'm starting to actually like this story! ^_^ I don't even know what I'm going to do next. Well that's two new chapters posted today. At this rate I might finish the whole story by tomorrow. Or not. Please review. If you review at all, review on this chapter, because not even I know what to think of this chapter... so give me some feedback!!
