(A/N:) Today, the only respectable story on the first page that even SOUNDS readable...and isn't my sisters is...Slaves and stolen kisses by RaikimLover. I'm sorry, but it's usually a title that attracts people...and a REAL summary...sure, you might stink at summaries, like me, but still, don't just say, SUMMARY INSIDE, that's retarded...and don't use the same idea, and yet , seamingly completely differnt! I see two stories really close to each other with the same exact idea. I am not reading either. I am so tired of some people being like the people who stole Eli Whitney's idea for the cotton gin. Sure, he did event it, but he didn't get the little thing-a-ma-bob in time for it to be illegal to take his idea, so he didn't make any money for it. And basically, making the story is that thing that kinda-sorta makes it 'illegal' to use that idea. I know you don't get arrested, but you can lose alot of reviewers. Try your hardest to be original, unless you asked permission, like I did for my story Journey to Freedom. I asked Raikimlover and the answer was yes, because it's kinda different. Well, alot different. It's in the runaway's POV, not the hider's. Anyways, just stop using the same exact ideas as somebody who wrote an hour or so before! IT'S ANNOYING!
Raimundo laid on the thin matt that was his bed. His eyed shut and he had an ever growing smile. He sighed of happiness. He got the girl, the money amount, and car of his dreams in all less that a week. And he was going to have a child in about nine months, too. His eyes opened after he heard a small cough. He saw his sweet and dear Love. Kimiko. He motioned for her to lie down on top of him. She did as he said in just one flowing motion, and kissed him on the lips. After they broke apart she giggled and rested her head on his chest. He slightly turned him and her so that they were on their sides and facing each other. He rested his hand on her stomach and begun to flip her over so that she would be facing away from him. She let him do so, of course. He kissed the back of her head and smiled. She slowly began to drift off. His hand, which was still on her stomach, slowly searched for any real sign of her pregnancy. Of course, there still wasn't a sign, but this made Kimiko happy about how much Raimundo cared.
"Raimundo, I love you," Kimiko said, letting his hand start wandering around the rest of her body.
"I love you more," he whispered in her ear in reply.
"How do you know?" she giggled quietly.
"I just do," he nibbled on her ear gently.
"Why are you so perfect," Kimiko got out between quiet moans of pleasure.
"That's what you think, but actually, I'm just a big mess of flaws put together," Raimundo teased.
"You have no flaws at all, except your ability to sometimes be selfish," she said and he began to kiss her neck.
"The only thing I'm selfish about is all of your love…until the baby comes, of course," he said into her neck.
He began to kiss her sweet smelling, silky smooth hair. Her hair was down, which it rarely was, but Raimundo loved to just play with her hair in his "evil" ways.
"Raimundo, I think you should have a theme song," Kimiko said randomly.
"What would it be?" Raimundo asked.
"I don't know…'I Drove All Night' by Celine Dion," she remembered that song by every word.
"Why, should I ask?" he knew the song just as well as Kimiko did. He thought Kimiko didn't really like things related to sex…unless it was him with her, of course.
"Well, that just the way I feel about you. I would drive all night to get to you, creep in you room, wake you from your sleep, and make love to you," she said some the words form the chorus in sentence form. "Is that all right?"
Raimundo chuckled at this. She just basically said the chorus in a sentence, and it's sounded so beautiful. "Your theme song would probably be…'The Best of Me' by The Starting Line."
"Why?" Kimiko smiled. She loved that song. The way it flowed from so soft and then to the hardcore-ness of rock.
"Because, you can always have the best of me," he chuckled. Kimiko sighed. Her happiness was too much for one person. Her wishes had been answered and all she felt was happiness. All guilt left hours ago when she told her father about what had happened. She might have felt happier if she got to tell him face to face, but it was last minute, and he needed to know.
Raimundo kissed her on the back of the head again before she completely drifted off and then he drifted off himself.
The next morning, Raimundo and Kimiko just laid in on the matt as they did the night before. Neither of them spoke, because they were just having a moment, and if you want to know why, it's because I said so!
Raimundo smelt Kimiko's hair and she began to push him away from her, because she was still asleep. He felt a little surprised at first until she said, "No! Don't! I love Raimundo and there is nothing you can do to stop me from marrying him!"
He smirked a big smirk. "Kimiko," he whispered.
"Five more minutes," Kimiko silently whined.
"Nope," he smirked as he shook her lightly.
"Yes," her voice shook with her body as she whined.
"Not until the baby is born," Raimundo chuckled.
"That's not fair," she whined as she turned to face him. She roughly buried her head into his chest and said, "Go to hell, if you don't let me sleep!"
"Okay, I'll go to hell," Raimundo got up and pulled Kimiko up with him. Her short nightgown hugged her small curves perfectly. He kissed her on the lips tenderly.
"Uh, Raimundo," Clay said from outside the cubicle. The couple broke apart and looked at their confused friend and blushed. Raimundo pulled up his loose boxers, afraid they might fall down in front of Clay, and Kimiko just stood their being confused and drowzy.
"Okay, Rai, go to hell. You said you would," Kimiko traced his six-pack through his thin white muscle shirt.
"I would never leave you. I was just teasing," they forgot all about Clay.
"Partners, it's time for breakfast," Clay said before Kimiko had a chance to move her hand a little lower. They left the room and went to see if this breakfast would be successful.
(A/N:) Well...please review!