Emma couldn't breath, couldn't think. Lucas' face was hardly an inch from hers, his eyes half closed. He smirked, then slid away. She looked at him questioningly, biting her lip.
"Delaying gratification," he said, winking, "all good things come to those who wait." Emma suddenly felt a pulsing urge to have him, to hold him, she wanted him. She breathed deeply for a moment, closing her eyes.
"Haven't you waited long enough?" she said, her eyes still closed.
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"Tancred, can't we go do...something?" Maloree Watts leaned her head on Tancred's stiff shoulder. A rough wind blew her hair askew. "Come on, cut it out! I don't know why you care so much about that stupid girl! You have me now, isn't that enough?"
"No."
~~~***_***~~~
"Charlie?"
Charlie grunted contentedly, "What, Olivia?" he asked in a sleepy voice.
"What are we going to tell....other people? About us, I mean."
Charlie frowned. "What do we need to tell them for? Its no one else's business."
"Why don't you want people to know?" Olivia sat up suddenly, upsetting Charlie, who had been laying on her lap.
"Why do we need to tell people? Is that why you want me? To be able to say it to people? Who cares what other people think?!" Charlie was angry now, he sat with his back hunched a little ways from Olivia, who looked equally angry.
"Are you honestly thinking I would do that?! I am NOT shallow, Charlie Bone! And what about you! Are you embarrassed for other people to know?! I'm not going to be YOUR black lady!" She got up and strode away.
"My WHAT?!" Charlie called after her.
"READ A BOOK!" and the flamboyant hair that marked Olivia Vertigo, disappeared around the side of the ruins.