Breaking Trust
He shouldn't have come. He couldn't help himself. He must have stood at her window, watching her, for hours. Then she let him in. No good could come from this. It was wrong. Sometimes, the wrong thing feels so good.
"Michael?" her voice was soft in the dark.
He couldn't bring himself to speak. He was doing something he knew was wrong. His hands moved across the planes of her small body, lingering across her hips. A small breathless moan escaped her.
This was wrong. She shouldn't be allowing him to do this. She shouldn't have let him in. There he was, outside her window, his eyes burning into her soul.
Her hands moved to his waist, slowly dragging his t-shirt off. She marveled at the hard, muscular, strength of his body. She wanted more.
They moved together, both tearing at each other's clothes. If they slowed, they might think, might stop, and stopping was not what either of them really wanted. Teeth scraped damp skin as they fought for dominance. They rolled in the dance, both reaching, taking, needing, in the dark.Her body was tight, virginal, but it yielded to his insistence. Gasping and afire, they moved together in a rhythm as old as time. He moved his hand between them, he wasn't going to last much longer.
His mind emptied as he came, shaking and blind, over the edge.
"Liz" he whispered into her hair.
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Author's Note: I know that most of you probably saw that coming. I wasn't really trying to surprise anybody. I just had to get this little idea out of my head. If people like this, review, and I will see if the little muse thingie comes back so I can write more story.