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A/N: Second part of the previous chapter. T/G.
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Chapter Six: All Okay, pt 2
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my
hands are small i know but they're not yours they are my own but they're not
yours they are my own and I am never broken
Dancing dancing. Spinning and twirling. Ballerina covored in limp black lace
and rose colored nipples playing peek-a-boo with said black lace.
(I always loved the ballerinas. Thin and wispy, lover.)
poverty stole your golden shoes it didn't steal your laughter
He sat in the large leather chair behind an even larger mahogany desk. Shiny
black dress shoes propped on the table, connected to crossed legs in gray
trousers. Crisp white shirt now wrinkled, top buttons undone.
Black hair uncombed, hanging infront of ice.
Pale fingers holding a book. Ice reading little ink dots that formed words and
marched across the page.
if I could tell the world just one thing it would be that you're okay and
not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful and useless in times like these
She thought he was reading, but he hadn't turned the page in twenty minutes.
Hooded ice watched over the book at his most prized doll.
Crimson curls were long. On each side of her pretty china head, lockes of hair
were braided and pulled back with green ribbons and silver stones.
(They're beautiful. You are my love)
Curls bounced like her creamy breasts as she jumped and twirled. An enticing
doll; innocent yet deadly, virginal, yet fucked constantly.
we are never broken we are gods eyes gods hands gods mind
"Tom?"
She stood on his side of the desk, arms hanging at her sides. Her head was
cocked, plump lips painted black slightly parted where a sweet pink tounge was
held. "What are you doing?"
He brought his legs down from the desk and tossed the book onto the surface
insted. Pianist fingers held the tiny wrists of his doll delicatley and tugged
her over so she stood between his legs and he looked up at her.
"Watching you." He whispered lamely. She bit her lip and a blush
creeped up her neck. Surprising that he knew every place to make her scream his
name in ecstasy and yet him watching her was embarissing.
we are Gods eyes gods hands gods heart
He backed her up slightly and stood up. He towered over her, the top of her
head reaching halfway up his chin. Holding a wrist with his left hand, his
right snaked behind her neck and he brought his head down and kissed her with
as much passion as he could muster.
Tongues dueled and he pressed his kiss harder, tilting her head back as his
hands gripped her waist and hefted her onto the desk.
She whispered his name as he rid her of the black lace and she pushed off his
shirt.
She moaned when he entered her and after they reached, he lay next to her, arms
wrapped around her, her head nestled under his chin.
We are never broken
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Again, the song is 'Hands' by Jewel. One word was changed in the song. Cookies if you know which one it is.