The rain splattered on the roof above their heads. As she slowly awoke
from the dreams that were now so distant, a warmth filled the space
beside her. "John?" She rolled over only to collide with his chest.
Instantly his eyes opened and he saw the promise of the day in her
eyes. His voice deep and husky, "You are more beautiful than ever Jane.
.." Taking her in his arms he kissed her. His mouth warm, inviting and
enticing. As his lips pressed against hers, his hands found her waist
and pulled her closed into his body. Moaning softly Jane opened her
mouth flicking her tongue in response to his caresses.... She felt like
she had never felt before. The pit in her abdomen opened and she knew
her emotions would take over her logic. The power her had over
her was tremendous , one touch would send her shivering from passion.
The marks on his back were red, where the bullets had grazed him. As she tried to pick the bullet scrapings, his eyes followed her every move. The intense fire in his eyes had not lift since their morning of passion. "John, be still of else I will never get these metal scrapings out of your back". He grabbed her hand as she went to rinse the towel that had been soaked with his blood.
Pulling her close she stood between his legs. Her heart started to beat faster as he stood, his chest enticing . "Jane". He pulled her even closer so that she was now pressed against him. Her brown hair flowing over her shoulders, her eyes wide. Kissing her softly his lips grazed hers, then quickly intensified and the heat between their bodies rose with every rising breath.
" You are not safe here, Michael will be looking for you Jane. You need to come with me, I can protect you from him".
She rolled over, so that she was facing him. "John we cannot run away from our problems- we need ot face him straight on. Michael isn't doesn't have all the connection he used to have, so he doesn't have a lot of ammo. I have already contacted Sam and he has agreed to help us out through a go-between and get us information that we need against him." His eyes darkend, "Jane you cannot stay here, while you are in danger." "John I am not leaving." With that he got up and put his pants on, walking to the window he climbed out without looking back. It was pouting outside, and intantly his body was pelted with the cold rain drops. She had refused him, only he could save her, the truth of his anger welled up inside his body. He desired to kill. Clenching his fists his breathing became hard, his world was upside down. She would die. The sound of his feet splashing against the pavement brought him back ot reality. The rain increased, and his body couldn't stop moving. Up above the city's view he jumped from ledge to building top, running through the ways she had denied him. Finally he stopped and perched above the cathedral's massive dome, His hair had coved his eyes. Down below he saw the new world that he desired so much to belong in. The Jungle was calling him, Jane was denying him. The plush grasses of his home enticed the feelings of homesickness. He remembered the days where he could run freely not inhibited by clothes. They were such a nuscense. The days where he could lie out in the sun for hours. Bue he loved her, he could feel her hands on his body, and that way she held him confirmed that she cared for him deeply. John began to get cold, as he made it back to their haven. Reaching the window he had left from he lifted his wet dripping body into the small room. Laying before him was Jane still wrapped in the mass of sheets she had been when he left. She looked peaceful , except for the trickles of blodd that has formed around her head and hair line. "Jane!", he leaped over to her, gathering he into his arms, her hands fell limp beside him. Brushing back her brown curls, he felt her breath, she was warm. The sounds of pounding resounded in his ears, they had found them. The Jungle called to him, the ocean breeze would feel refreshing to his body. He looked at the window, then down to the motionless body in his arms. The pounding grew louder. TBC! Sorry so short didn't have much time! PLEASE REVIEW ! HELP SAVE TARZAN wb.com !
The marks on his back were red, where the bullets had grazed him. As she tried to pick the bullet scrapings, his eyes followed her every move. The intense fire in his eyes had not lift since their morning of passion. "John, be still of else I will never get these metal scrapings out of your back". He grabbed her hand as she went to rinse the towel that had been soaked with his blood.
Pulling her close she stood between his legs. Her heart started to beat faster as he stood, his chest enticing . "Jane". He pulled her even closer so that she was now pressed against him. Her brown hair flowing over her shoulders, her eyes wide. Kissing her softly his lips grazed hers, then quickly intensified and the heat between their bodies rose with every rising breath.
" You are not safe here, Michael will be looking for you Jane. You need to come with me, I can protect you from him".
She rolled over, so that she was facing him. "John we cannot run away from our problems- we need ot face him straight on. Michael isn't doesn't have all the connection he used to have, so he doesn't have a lot of ammo. I have already contacted Sam and he has agreed to help us out through a go-between and get us information that we need against him." His eyes darkend, "Jane you cannot stay here, while you are in danger." "John I am not leaving." With that he got up and put his pants on, walking to the window he climbed out without looking back. It was pouting outside, and intantly his body was pelted with the cold rain drops. She had refused him, only he could save her, the truth of his anger welled up inside his body. He desired to kill. Clenching his fists his breathing became hard, his world was upside down. She would die. The sound of his feet splashing against the pavement brought him back ot reality. The rain increased, and his body couldn't stop moving. Up above the city's view he jumped from ledge to building top, running through the ways she had denied him. Finally he stopped and perched above the cathedral's massive dome, His hair had coved his eyes. Down below he saw the new world that he desired so much to belong in. The Jungle was calling him, Jane was denying him. The plush grasses of his home enticed the feelings of homesickness. He remembered the days where he could run freely not inhibited by clothes. They were such a nuscense. The days where he could lie out in the sun for hours. Bue he loved her, he could feel her hands on his body, and that way she held him confirmed that she cared for him deeply. John began to get cold, as he made it back to their haven. Reaching the window he had left from he lifted his wet dripping body into the small room. Laying before him was Jane still wrapped in the mass of sheets she had been when he left. She looked peaceful , except for the trickles of blodd that has formed around her head and hair line. "Jane!", he leaped over to her, gathering he into his arms, her hands fell limp beside him. Brushing back her brown curls, he felt her breath, she was warm. The sounds of pounding resounded in his ears, they had found them. The Jungle called to him, the ocean breeze would feel refreshing to his body. He looked at the window, then down to the motionless body in his arms. The pounding grew louder. TBC! Sorry so short didn't have much time! PLEASE REVIEW ! HELP SAVE TARZAN wb.com !