Hey there….
Thanks for the reviews and yes, I tried my best to incorporate (or at least mention) the suggestions which were made. One note though…it is a sex romp...so, in response to the reviews and PMs stating there was too much sex in the plot…that is what it is…a romp. Anyway, my co-author, Peachi Padwan, and I hope you enjoy this bit of sexual vulgarity. (Especially you Free!)
Warning:
This story contains sexual situations.
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A Free Spirited Romp
Chapter 5: Take me home…please!
Evey sat on a bench watching the carriage of the roller coaster come slowly to a stop. The bar lifted and the passengers quickly disembarked, laughing and looking slightly nauseous. She looked at the tall, slim man approaching her and forced herself to press her lips together in a half-hearted smile.
'That was marvelous,' he said, grinning like a child. 'Are you certain you do not want to ride it again?'
Evey shook her head. 'No, three times was enough for me thanks.'
He nodded and looked back at the coaster with longing in his eyes. 'Perhaps once more,' he said turning back to the queue, 'that is, if you do not mind my love?'
'Bertieeee,' his new name was whined in frustration. She was no longer able to hide her growing annoyance. 'You've ridden it eight times. Isn't there something else you would like to ride tonight?'
V looked at her in puzzlement and then cast his eyes around the carnival. 'I thought we had ridden all the rides my love? And none are as exciting as this…what did you call it again?' He motioned towards the roller coaster. 'The Devil's Revenge?'
With a huff of fury, Evey picked up the prizes they had won and stomped away from him. For a moment V watched her receding form, glancing between his love and the roller coaster. Then, with a heavy sigh, he quickly followed his lady.
'Evey, love, what have I done?' He asked as he ran up next to her. 'Why are you angry? You asked if I would like to ride another ride. Point me to the one you would like and I shall ride it.'
Stopping dead, she turned and looked at him with tears in her eyes. 'Me, Bertie! Me! Don't you get it? I want you to ride me! And stop calling me that…that name…its Annie. Why can't you remember that? A.n.n.i.e.'
Embarrassment washed over him as her words registered. She wanted him to make love to her again. He was happy to oblige, but he was very much enjoying the carnival and the roller coaster as well. Plus, she was acting unusual; in fact, she had been acting not quite herself all day. Yes, his Eve enjoyed sex and making love with him, but even with their usual appetite, she was being extremely obsessive.
Glancing past her, V noticed a small booth they had yet to visit. Reaching out and taking her hand, he smiled at his love.
'Would mademoiselle do me the favor of posing for a picture to commemorate this evening?' he asked bowing slightly. 'If you will grant my request, I shall perform whatever act you request…within reason.' He added quickly, seeing how her eyes lighted.
With a genuine smile, Evey nodded. 'Will you pose with me?'
'I will,' he smiled.
Together they moved to the booth and pulled back the curtain. V sat first and then placed Evey's oversize stuffed bear next to him on the bench, forcing her to sit on his lap with their dragon and tiger at his feet. Pulling the curtain closed, he dropped in the coins and instantly wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close, and kissing her throat tenderly. There was a flash as their photo was taken.
V smiled broadly and touched her cheek, turning her face to his. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and kissed her lips as the camera flashed again. Evey laughed, hugging him and then pulling her bear over so its head was between them while making a strange face as two more photos were snapped.
'Let's do it again Bertie,' she laughed while dropping coins into the slot. Turning she looked at him, their eyes meeting. 'Kiss me,' she said as the camera flashed. V kissed her and Evey responded at once, licking his lips, her tongue asking permission to enter. Opening his mouth to her, V deepened the kiss as their tongues began to slowly slide over the other, exploring and tasting. The kiss grew more heated by the moment as their hands ran up and down the other's body, grasping, stroking, clinging.
V's head was becoming dizzy from lack of oxygen, making him pull back, breaking the kiss. Instantly, Evey was running kisses down his jaw and throat, nipping and sucking at his latex skin. Her hand buried itself in his soft wig and pulled back his head. Her teeth were instantly on his throat, biting him. V groaned as he began to feel the all too familiar sensation growing in his groin.
Freeing one hand, Evey reached behind her without looking and dropped as many coins as she could into the machine.
There was a flash capturing V's hands roaming up her back, gathering her blouse in a fisted knot, shifting her position on his lap and kissing her madly.
'Evey,' breathed V against her lips. 'We must stop.'
'Annie,' she mumbled as she ran her kisses to his ear, dipping her tongue inside, before hungrily devouring him again. Shifting her weight, she slid against him, feeling the bulge in his pants pressing against her. With a groan she reached down between them.
'There's not enough room,' moaned V as her hand found the firm bulge and started stroking it through the fabric of his trousers. Her kisses were becoming even more frenetic by the second. Slipping her other hand from his shoulder, she found the fastenings of her own jeans. In a second, she had them unbuttoned and was reaching for his hand, never ending the assault on the rock hard bulge in his trousers. Both had forgotten the ever present flashes of the camera.
Taking hold of V's hand, Evey guided him to her jeans, encouraging him to slip his fingers inside. He obeyed, moaning as his hand found her soft mound and then allowed his fingers to seek further, claiming their prize. Evey moaned loudly as she felt him begin to make slow easy circles, sending her into orbit. In a frenzied movement, she unzipped his pants, releasing him from its confines. Tightening her fingers around his hard length, she squeezed it firmly and then started stroking with determination as his own fingers deepened their exploration in her.
Evey could feel white hot flames rise in her stomach as his fingers became more bold, more determined. Gripping him harder, she increased her pace, stroking him with a fury. With a sudden grunt, V came, spraying them with his essence. He looked at her apologetically, his own hand stopping its movement as he worked through the sensation of total bliss spreading through his body.
'No,' breathed Evey, 'Don't stop. I'm not done.'
Realizing the position he had just placed her in, V returned his attention with vigor. Evey moaned as the fire in her stomach began to spread, traveling up her back. With a shiver and a gasp she came, shuttering and moaning into his shoulder. Then she began to laugh.
Pulling his hand away, V adjusted himself and looked at her incongruously. 'I am sorry,' he said, 'I did not last as long as you would have liked, but we have been rather amorous today.'
Evey laughed harder, kissing him. 'No…it's the pictures,' she said. 'I can't wait to see what they look like. We have been caught on film.'
Instantly, V dumped her unceremoniously on the bench as he fell out of the booth and grabbed their photos from the dispenser. A quick glance told him no one ever needed to see them, with the exception of himself and maybe Evey. They were a prize he was going to treasure.
Roaring with laughter, Evey righted herself and stepped from the booth. 'Let me see Bertie.'
'No.' He slipped the photos into his pocket. 'No, my love, these are mine!' He grinned at her wickedly. 'Are you ready to go back? I suddenly have a second wind.'
Evey grinned seductively and grabbed their stuff animals. 'Go Bertie, get a taxi. Now.'
With a wink, he obliged.
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The moment the door to the taxi closed and instructions where given to the driver, Evey was on him.
'Bertie,' she said coyly, turning to him. 'You know what you need?'
V looked at her in a panic, glancing at the image of driver's face in the rearview mirror. 'Not here my love,' he whispered furiously, 'the driver will see.' Her hand brushed his leg, making him grab it and hold it tightly.
She smiled ruefully, 'You need a good snogging, Bertie.'
He glanced at her and then turned away, looking out of the window. 'I just snogged you and more my dear, so please control yourself for a few more moments.'
She moved against him, her lips and teeth nipping at his neck, right below his ear. 'Bertie,' she purred into his ear, 'please. Just one itsy, bitsy, teeny, tiny little kiss?'
V felt himself begin to melt. How did she always find that spot, he thought as his arm automatically slipped around her waist and drew her closer? Turning his head, he met her lips, kissing them lightly.
'There, you have been kissed,' he growled playfully.
'No,' sighed Evey as her hand snaked up around his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips met and instantly her tongue entered his mouth. The kiss was slow and smooth, radiating heat and passionate intensity. V felt himself leaning forward, pushing his beloved into the back of the seat, his tongue playfully and gently battling hers for possession and control.
The driver glanced in his mirror and saw the couple. So passionate, so intense, so hot was their kiss, he almost drove off the road as his felt his groin begin to ache with desire. For several minutes his focus remained on the mirror rather than the road, but the couple did not seem to notice the vulgar yells the cab received from other drivers nor its wild swerves. When finally the taxi pulled up to the curb outside of Evey's building, the driver turned and silently watched the couple who were oblivious to everything in the world except themselves. Hesitantly, he cleared his throat. 'Here,' he spoke in a hoarse whisper, heat flushing his face. The couple continued with long, penetrating, sultry kisses, ignoring his words.
'Sir?' coughed the driver, whose jeans were growing extremely tight. 'Oi, mate?'
V pulled slowly away from Evey with regret in his eyes and looked at the driver in a lust filled haze. 'Yeah?' he answered vaguely, already turning to kiss the woman next to him again.
'Oi, we're here mate.'
V glanced out the window. 'Oh,' he said and kissed Evey again, sucking gently on her bottom lip before pulling away. With great reluctance he unwrapped his arms from her lithe body and reached across her to open the door of the cab.
Evey got out of the taxi, a little unsteady on her feet and V reached for his money to pay the driver.
'Forget it mate,' said the man. 'Believe me, you owe me nothing.'
With a confused look, V climbed out of the cab, pulling out with him his lady's bear and tiger along with his dragon.
V had barely closed the door behind him when Evey pounced upon him. She flung her arms around his neck and pressed her body firmly up against his as he stumbled back in to the taxi. How they made it up the stair and through the door to her flat, he never knew. One moment he was pinned against the cab, the next he was leaning against the paper thin wall dropping the stuffed animals and trying to pull off his coat as quickly as possible.
Evey's heart was pounding with such ferocity she thought it might explode from her chest. Her breathing was rapid, but oh so seductive. The snogging in the taxi had only increased her desire and now she was ready and very willing for much, much more.
"God I want you, I just can't wa….." She couldn't even finish her own sentence without her eager mouth attaching to his; her roving tongue venturing deep inside his mouth, stroking his tongue and circling it. At first, V taken back by Evey's amorous advances, wondering what happened to the slow, provocative kissing in the cab. But he suddenly found himself being drawn into the most explosive kiss of his life.
He clenched her into a tight embrace, wrapping his possessive arms around her waist, dragging her to him, returning her kisses with increased passion and furor. He bit at her lips nipping them with his teeth, causing her to inhale sharply. His tongue delved deep into the adjoined mouth, seeking out the sweet tongue that had invaded his own mouth only second before.
Evey pulled him from the wall sharply, flinging them both over to the tiny counter she called a kitchenette. Sweeping a hand over the counter, the hot plate was sent crashing carelessly to the floor as V hoisted her onto the work-top. He grasped the back of her head firmly, forcing her to kiss him even deeper, his fingers catching on her short and spiky hair. She let slip a slight moan as she felt a shudder of utter desire ring through her willing body.
With desperate hands Evey tore at V's silk shirt, becoming even further aroused at the feel of the material beneath her fingers. Roughly, he grabbed her arms and held them fast behind her back, enjoying watching the flesh starved girl before him writhe with longing. She pulled away from his kiss and stared into his face.
He watched the flames of complete passion burn and flicker in her eyes. She was wild, a total animal, forever untamable. He released his grip upon her and she flung herself toward him, causing him to stubble back as he caught her. She couldn't stop herself from smothering him with hot and fevered kisses; on his face, his neck, his shoulders, his eyes, everywhere.
With his arms supporting her, V took a few unsteady steps backwards. He bumped into the television set and sent it tumbling to the floor. He cast a shocked gaze over Evey's face.
"Oh…I apologize…I am sorry…I shall repla…" He was cut short as she attached her mouth to his once more. Between kisses she mumbled.
"You can pay me…in kind instead…Bertie" She purred, dragging him toward the tiny sofa. Ripping herself away from his lips and pushed him roughly and firmly onto the creaking sofa.
Allowing her eyes to linger over him for a moment, she decided to taunt him a little.
Slowly, seductively, she cruelly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them leisurely down her lean legs, revealing her white, supple legs with tantalizing care before kicking them to one side and out of her way.
V's eyes widened as he watched his love strip before him. He squirmed as her strip tease began to take its full effect. Seeing the look on his face, Evey turned slowly so she was no longer facing him.
With supple arms she seductively removed her jumper, revealing the curve of her skin a millimeter at a time. V thought he would scream in frustration before she tossed the blouse away from her. She exposed her bare back, knowing full well the effect it would have upon the man who sat behind her.
With hungry eyes, V sat transfixed and staring. He adored the little dimples in her lower back and the way her spine caused tiny little ridges in her flesh. They were utterly delectable and highly arousing, making him whimper as she threw a suggestive look over her left shoulder. Desire and passion was flaming in her eyes.
"Would you be so kind?" She whispered, nodding her head toward her the fastening of her bra.
In a blink, V was on his knees, yanking at the gloves which had been covering his hands. With bare fingers he ran his hand up her back, tracing a line up her spine from the top of her buttocks to the fastenings of the bra. But, he lingered, waiting to undo the garment. Instead, he dropped his head and retraced the line with his mouth, kissing and licking his way up the path his hand had just taken.
Evey moaned and stepped away, her own hands moving to her back. In a second the said item of clothing had joined the jeans and jumper upon the floor.
"Sit down." She barked; obediently V complied, seating himself back down on the sofa and kicking off his shoes in anticipation of soon loosing his trousers. His longing and need for her was becoming ever more prominent, so prominent it began to hurt.
Still facing away from him, Evey was completely naked and in all her finest glory.
"No touching…not just yet." She smiled with a lick of her lips.
She turned and faced him, allowing his eyes to view her exquisiteness. V bit his lip hard, desperately resisting touching her. His breathing quickened, becoming shallow and filled with lust. There was so much desire raging through him he thought he might explode. His yearning for her had hit new peaks; he craved her, he wanted her, he longed to fold himself deep into the woman he loved.
Evey took a delicate step forward. She climbed onto the sofa and placed her legs on either side of his till she was straddling him with her bare breasts inches away from his hungry mouth. Oh how he longed to lick them, to take those erect nipples in his mouth and toy with them with his tongue.
"Put your hands on my bum." She ordered forcefully.
V obeyed and placed his powerful hands firmly upon her bottom, squeezing it tightly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Evey began to plant tiny delicate kisses upon his lips, nibbling and licking in the process. He tried to kiss her back, but she bit his lip even harder, tasting the copper twang of his blood and shook her head.
"No no no…" She growled as she released his throbbing lip.
She continued to shower his neck with her hot lips, running her hands over his chest as she went, pushing the silk shirt from his shoulders.
She was a minx, a total vixen with an insatiable lust. Her cruelty and tormenting of him seemed endless. V could barely contain himself as her fingers sent fire rushing across his body. His longing for her was almost bursting from him. Already he could feel himself leaking in anticipation. He wanted to scream with frustration.
Tightening his grip on her bottom, he pulled her roughly onto him, pushing the huge, painful bulge in his pants against her. Evey moaned loudly, desire flooding her, but she did not stop with her teasing. Smiling at the effect she was having on him, Evey decided to tease a little more.
Slowly and seductively, she began to writhe in his lap, wriggling and grinding her hips hard against him. Through the confines of his trousers, she could feel him; straining and bulging, desperate to be free. She bit her lip and her eyes locked into his. Placing her hands on his knees, she leaned back slowly and exhaled deeply, still writhing against him.
"Touch me…" She cried.
"Where?" V asked huskily, barely able to speak from the flashes exploding behind his eyes.
Evey smiled at him. "You know wh…"
Before she had finished her sentence, she felt hot hands upon her, scorching her skin with their touch. A hand greedily grabbed at her breasts, kneading and grasping her nipples, working them till her nipples were rock hard. The other hand was at her waist, holding her tightly and supporting her as he moved, rubbing himself against her.
Leaving her nipples, the free hand moved swiftly, down the centre of her taut body; over her stomach, fingers lingering over her belly button, circling and dipping in it before moving south. Evey arched her back as she felt the roving fingers moved down over her downy mound and into its hidden treasure beneath.
She bucked and withed harder as she felt firm fingers suddenly caressing and teasing her most intimate parts. He had parted her and was fondling her twitching bud. A white hot bolt of pleasure tore through her body, setting her alight inside. The most sweet burning sensation spiked between her legs and up toward the base of her stomach. She moaned and sighed loudly as her body thrashed spasmodically against the fingers that delved deep inside her. Her back arched so much so it ached, but she cared not. All she could think about was the unimaginable pleasure that was gripping her body.
Evey's head began to spin and white lights jumped before her eyes. The room melted and she only heard her breathing as she came. She let slip a scream of such extravagant pith, she felt sure it was heard all over London. Her entire body shuddered and heaved as the final spasm of enjoyment ripped her body apart.
Just as she thought the sweet sensation was ending, Evey gasped as she felt the passion arise anew. Surely this amount of happiness was a sin, she mused as she concentrated on the happenings within her lower body.
V plunged himself deep into her slickness. Holding her waist firmly, so he could drive himself repeatedly into her. Evey arched back even further till she was leaning way back over his knees. She felt him deep inside her, the assault upon her body endless till she felt she could take no more. V was at her with such ferocity that if he were not holding her, she thought she would surely be catapulted from him. A multitude of sensations coursed through her and she had trouble focusing on which was the sweeter. Boiling heat, freezing cold, amazing pain, exquisite pleasure, delicious happiness and beautiful joy destroyed all her reasoning and sense as they tore through her without abandon.
Suddenly, a relieved cry rang out throughout the tiny room and reverberated from the dingy walls. V threw his head back and emptied him lungs of all air and his assault reached its crescendo. Evey gasped as he pushed himself firmly into her one last time. His climax was amazing, even better than it had been on previous occasions. He felt sure he would die with all the pleasure coursing through him into her.
Evey felt him reach his peak inside her and smiled as he filled her. She felt his whole body stiffen as he was ensconced inside her.
Panting, V fell back on the couch, his body shaking. Never had he ever come like that before and the effects were still raging in him. Slowly, he became aware of his lady, still straggled across his lap, lying heavily against him, her head on his shoulder. Stroking his hand up her back, he tilted his head and kissed her rose red cheek.
'Did I hurt you?' he asked quietly, still barely able to believe the pleasure she had just given him.
'No,' panted Evey in his ear, 'God no. I have never had an organism like that in my life.'
V chuckled as he continued to stroke her, closing his eyes and losing himself in her scent and the feel of her skin. 'Me either,' he said quietly, kissing her cheek again.
Pushing herself up, Evey's mouth found his, kissing him languidly. When finally she pulled back, she stroked the side of his cheek, her eyes intense. 'When can we go again?' she asked…
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V awoke some hours later and lay, exhausted, next to his lady in her lumpy, rickety bed.
She was insatiable, sucking his strength and life essence away. If they were not actually in the throws of passion, then she was biting, licking, kissing, sucking on him, encouraging him to have another go. They had been making love for hours in every position they could conjure. At one point, they had even ended up next to her small tub in her so called loo, going at it doggie style while the neighbors beat on the walls and screamed for them to stop. It was not until exhaustion had finally claimed them both, had they fallen on the bed.
Lying on his back with his lady's head nestled on his shoulder, V smiled broadly. 'She wanted me to shag her brains out, and by God I did it too,' he thought. Now he just hoped she would sleep for a small amount of time and allow him to regain some of his strength. If not, he thought, he would have to resort to Sulter's Viagra and some high protein energy drinks.
Slowly pulling his arm free, V carefully rose from the bed, pulling on his trousers and shirt. Moving silently to the small mirror next to the door, he checked his mask before trying to locate the small icebox. He needed protein. He needed carbs. He needed to reenergize before she killed him. Finding the food he had brought earlier in the evening, he make a small snack and sat looking at the flat.
'It's a dump,' he thought, 'an absolute dump.' He would have to figure out some way to get everyone out of the building and then he was going to blow it to pieces. Something as disgusting, cheap, and dingy as this did not need to exist, especially in the life of his lady. Finishing his snack, V snuck to the toilet and quietly availed himself of its facility; thankful Evey had not awakened as he flushed and washed his hands. Moving back to bed, he looked at his angel bathed in the light of the moon from the open window. He had to get her out of here. He had to get her home, even if it meant picking her up and carrying her away while she slept.
No, he couldn't. His back was aching too badly from their activity and she would be furious with him. Shaking his head, he found his coat and pulled from it a large wad of money. How much would she need for a decent flat, food, a television, a DVD player and all those other things women wanted? If she was going to insist on living in her own space and away from him, then she was going to live someplace decent.
He started counting out the notes in his hand. Five hundred, six hundred, seven hundred, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, was twelve hundred pounds enough? Maybe she needed more?
'What are you doing?' asked Evey from behind him. 'Come back to bed.'
V glanced at her, looking at the moonlight falling across her milky, white skin and the spikes of what remained of her beautiful brown hair. She was breathtaking. Turning he decided to leave her all the money. She could not be allowed to stay here…not this goddess beckoning back to her embrace.
'Bertie,' she pleaded sleepily, 'I'm cold without you.'
V smiled. 'Why are you still calling me Bertie?' he asked amused.
She blinked and yawned, stretching in a way which made his heart flutter. 'The date's not over and as long as it goes on, you're Bertie.'
He sat on the side of lump mattress and looked at her, stroking her back delicately. 'I would rather be V my love. Can't we go back to V and Evey instead of Annie and Bertie?'
'No!' She spoke hastily; turning and propping herself up on her elbows, shaking her head furiously, 'No! Evey can't feel. She can't feel anything…except hate.' Saying this, she dropped heavily on the bed and turned on her side away from him.
There was pain in V's eyes as he looked at her. 'I don't know what to do my love. I will gladly date you, shag you, hold you and kiss you, but I would not change what I did to you. I know you hate me, but as much as you want to call us Bertie and Annie, we are still V and Evey. There is no way to escape it. I hurt you and now…now you hurt me.'
He knew she was crying as she pulled the cover closer to her face, hiding it. 'No,' he heard her whisper, 'No, Bertie has been so much fun, and Annie can feel. Come back to bed and let's stay that way'
'We can't, my love, we can't.' Turning his back to her, V placed his elbows on his knees and looked at the money in his hands. He wanted to give her so much, he wanted her to have the world, but all he could offer her was a means to satisfy the desperate hunger he, himself, had caused.
Evey slid from the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing his back. 'Come on Bertie. I'm lonely without you.'
Ducking under his arm, she slid around his body. 'Please, just for tonight, be Bertie.'
'And tomorrow?' He asked. "Who will you wish me to be tomorrow?'
Reaching up, she touched his cheek lightly with the tips of her fingers, 'Yourself, V. We will go back to being ourselves. I promise you.'
Smiling he wrapped his arms around her, but Evey stopped him and looked at his hands. 'Is that money?'
V nodded. 'It's for you.'
Evey's face fell and she blinked. 'You're leaving me money….paying me? For what… shagging you?'
'No!' He answered instantly, appalled at the thought and speaking quietly. 'Never. I only want you to have a decent home if you insist on our living apart. I want you to be safe. Not here, not in this…dump.'
'Then why are you paying me?' Raising her hand, she knocked the money to the floor as her voice rose in anger.
Turning, V grabbed her hands, holding them tightly. 'To give you a flat with furniture, a cooker and a proper loo. To give you a real television to watch the movies I brought you. To give you doors and separate rooms. To give you a life I hope you let me share.'
'You want to make me your mistress?'
V looked at her, confused. 'I don't understand,' he said at last.
Shaking her head, Evey pulled away from him. 'When you fuck someone and then leave them money, they become your whore. Is that what you're saying V? You want to set me up to be your full-time whore?'
'No,' he spluttered, 'never. I just want us to be together.'
'You are going to pay for my flat correct?'
He nodded.
'You are going to furnish it and give me money to spend, to live on? Correct?'
Again he nodded.
Reaching out, Evey touched his cheek, stroking it delicately, 'And you are going to spend time there, making love to me. You'll always know where I am and what I am doing. Whenever you want me, I will be there. Is that correct?'
V reached for her hand and kissed its palm tenderly, before seeking her eyes with his bright blue ones. 'I want you to have a life, and yes Evey, I will pay for whatever you want or need. I will make love to you as much as you want and I am able. I will give you everything I have and more. All you have to do is agree. If you will not come home with me, then agree to this.'
Evey looked at him, searching his eyes. She understood, but she did not for a second believe he knew what he was saying. 'That's called making me your mistress. And as I said before, you will be making me nothing but a high class whore.'
Letting go of his hand, she turned from him as he sat shaking his head. 'No Evey, no. That is not what I want. That is not what I mean. Evey!'
Turning, she stared at him, making her decision….
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To be continued next chapter
Sorry folks but Peachi Padwan and I decided we would do a chapter 6 to finish up the story. We are desperately trying to maneuver a happy ending for our nymphomaniac couple….you will just have to continue reading to see if Peachi and I manage such an outcome.
