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#59 - Part 9 - the finale of my little story
2001-06-30 @ 9:49 a.m.

Well guys, it's finally here, the finale of my little story. For the curious, I wrote this part before the other parts. The first section here, in the restaurant, is based on a dream that I had. I decided to write down what happened, and then fantasize about what happened after the restaurant. It became a nice ending to a story, so I wrote the rest a few days later. In fact, I wrote this whole thing in about 48 hours, listening to Hooverphonic's "blue wonder power milk" over & over again. I hope you're all enjoying it. xox

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Story Posts so Far:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Part 9:

We were at the restaurant, and we were together, and it was real. But I had to call Robert and tell him where I was; he had already paged me three times. I stood at the phone for over 5 minutes, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to say. I finally decided to tell him that my best friend had finally left her slob of a fiance, and needed me for moral support. It wasn�t an easy conversation though. I was a bad liar, and Robert was upset that I hadn�t called him earlier � he was already at the restaurant. In the end, he accepted the urgency of the situation, and said he wouldn�t wait up for me. I had bought myself a few hours to figure out what the hell I was going to do about the fact that I was about to ruin my marriage tonight. Yippee.

When I finally sat back down at the table, Ethan looked angry. I had been gone for almost 15 minutes. Shit, after all this, and the first emotion I see on his face towards me is anger.

"You�re leaving, aren�t you?" he asked.

I should have been relieved that I could easily calm his fears, but I wasn�t. "Look," I started. "I don�t know what to do with him. I can�t tell him where I am, so I�m lying to him. I am lying to my husband for you!" I took a deep breath. "No, I�m not leaving."

The anger melted away from his face, and was slowly replaced by a smile. His eyes had some magical quality to them. Were they twinkling? Was this adoration I was seeing? Ohmigod, these are the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen, and they adore me. Those beautiful eyes, the color of brown sugar melted down to a syrup. Not just brown, but with some tint of red, as if from his hair. I sighed, then realized neither of us were angry any more. Instead, we were sitting here adoring each other with our eyes. What had I ever done to deserve this moment?

He grabbed my hand, and laughing lightly, he leaned into me to speak. "Let�s get out of here."

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His apartment. Of course it was his apartment, since mine could have Robert walk in at any moment. Right at the front door, there was a hall closet, and he took my coat to hang up, followed by his own coat and hat. He closed the door and turned to me, standing there, terrified in his hallway. Everything here was his: his hallway, his front door, his closet, his light from the living room I hadn�t even seen yet. And there was he, standing before me. I felt nauseous suddenly with fear and uncertainty.

"Oh my god, no, I can�t do this. No, I can�t." I was muttering and shaking my head a little, my eyes closed to deny this strange situation.

I felt his hands on my arms, and the shock opened my eyes. I slid away from him, moving around to go to the closet without touching him. He pivoted to watch. I was shaking my head. "I�m sorry, I just can�t. I�m married. My god, I�m married." I opened the closet to get my coat.

He was suddenly there behind me, and I whirled to somehow keep him from touching me, but it was either that or in the closet. His hands were again on my arms, but this time his body was against mine. My body ached at the feel of him, and my eyes widened in terror at it. I backed into the closet � there was room, our coats being the only things inside. Besides, the damn thing was huge for an apartment.

Separated again, he peered in at me with a mischievous grin. He came into the closet and closed the door. I gasped as his arms snaked around me.

"You�re here, Mary, this is reality," he murmured, and I felt his breath on my face. He was so close, his body against mine, his breath playing with my hair. He could have kissed me or pressed tight against me, but he didn�t. Instead, it seemed he waited, waited for me to calm.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked. I didn�t know exactly if I meant the part about keeping me in here, or keeping himself restrained. He didn�t acknowledge the lack of distinction.

"Because it�s what you want," he murmured.

I knew the truth of it, but I was still terrified. "I�m scared," I whispered.

"So am I," he answered, but his body didn�t feel afraid. He shifted his weight a bit, and I felt his hard penis brush my stomach.

I gasped, and my hands flew up to his chest. But instead of pushing him away, my hands lingered, pressing against his soft silk shirt. My fingertips longed to delve below the fabric and feel his skin. My breath caught in my throat, and I looked up to see the outline of his hair framing his face in the dim light. As I leaned in to kiss him, his hands moving to the base of my neck, I knew I could not escape this night.

Our lips met with the slightest of pressure, and a moment later we paused to breathe each other�s breath, our lips almost touching, as if contemplating. His mouth moved first, planting a gentle kiss on my upper lip. Those thin lips could not have been softer as they lightly sucked on my lip. My mouth opened in the slightest of sighs, and he moved in to suckle my bottom lip. His tongue caressed me, and I couldn�t hold back any longer as my tongue shot out to find his. I moaned softly at the taste of him, the silky feel of his tongue playing with mine.

My body collapsed against his, and his arms tightened around me to hold us both up. He broke the kiss first, to gently nuzzle my neck.

Too much like my fantasies, this, so much like my wildest dreams of the vampire taking me. I took a step back to put myself against the wall. I had withdrawn partially from his arms, and he let me, though his hands lingered at my waist. I could see his outline again, and saw his eyelashes move when he blinked, contemplating me again.

"How do you know what I want," I whispered, resuming our conversation.

In the dark his voice came to me, "Because of our dreams."

I think my heart stopped in that moment, my body stilled to the bone, so that I could not even gasp at the shock. He had said our dreams. "Wh� what?" I whispered.

"In our dreams, you visit me night after night, and we are already lovers," he answered. "Why is reality so much harder for you?"

Now I was terrified. Reality he had said, this is reality? "How� but� I�? But�" I couldn�t finish a sentence, I couldn�t think of any. Finally I found one, and it tasted bitter as I spit it out to him, "You visit me," I accused.

He sighed. "Do I? I don�t know, Mary. I just know that when I wake up in the mornings, I remember being with you the whole time. I can taste you in my mouth�" This he ended in a whisper, and there was� agony there. His hands gripped my arms. "Don�t you? Don�t you?"

My eyes were wide in the dark, searching for his face that I couldn�t see. "I� I can�t have this conversation in the dark," I begged.

His grip released me, and I felt him step away and heard the door open to allow the light to seep in. He leaned heavily against the door jam, staring across the achingly empty space at me. "Answer me," he said.

Tears welled in my eyes as I stepped forward. I reached out to put my hands on his chest, and my eyes went down to follow my fingers tracing a pattern along his familiar frame. I looked up to meet his searching gaze, and could find no words, in a state of shock at the familiarity. I leaned into him and closed my eyes as I pressed my body against his, my face against his neck. I breathed in deeply, catching his hair on my lips and his scent on my tongue. "I know the smell of you," I murmured.

Suddenly, we both let down our guard, and pulled each other into an embrace. I shuddered as I breathed in this wonderful scent of his, sighing and gulping in this familiar smell. His hands quivered against my buttocks, and he kissed the side of my head that was nestled in his neck. "I want the dreams to be reality, Mary," he murmured. "I want to know the taste of you, all of you."

My arms moved to his neck, and delved into his thick hair. "This beautiful, lovely hair," I whispered. "I have wanted to reach for this hair everyday at work, for so achingly long." My eyes were open, gazing lovingly at how his hair fluttered down from my hands in a glorious red halo around him.

His head moved down to kiss my neck, then my throat. I threw back my head to let him have his way, and his lips trailed ever lower. He kneaded my breasts with a firm grip, and his tongue snaked to the cleavage exposed by my shirt. "I have never seen your breasts," he said, his voice throaty with desire. "Why is that? Why have we never made love in our dreams?"

He began to suckle at my throat then, so it was hard to answer him. I didn�t know the answer anyway.

"I want the reality, Mary," he murmured against my throat. "I want to be inside of you, here and now." Instead, he pulled himself off of me, and lifted my head to look into his eyes. "Tell me first, how can I make your dreams reality?"

His eyes searched mine, and instead of answering, I put my face into his neck to smell him again. I moved my hands into his hair, and took in big handfuls of it. Just to feel the silkiness against my skin, I brought it forward to brush it against my cheeks with my fingertips. "Your hair," I answered in a whisper. "I love your hair, your angelic halo of hair."

I drew back my head to gaze into his eyes again, those cinnamon colored eyes that were wells of desire for me, for my answer. "I want your hair all over my body, in a pool on my belly, in a shower over my breasts," I told him, and now my voice was throaty in desire.

"I want you inside me, to fuck me as your hair covers me in a glorious shroud." As I said this, I pressed my hand against his stiff cock.

A shudder went through him that left him heavy lidded and his forehead pressed to mine, his body sagging into my arms. He let out a strangled moan that was more like a growl, and ground his penis against my hand. His face went to my neck, his hands to my hands to take them from their task. He began to suck urgently on my neck as he ground his cock into my groin, so that I gasped at the thrill of it. "Even in reality, our dreams are one and the same," he mumbled into my throat as his lips caressed me.

He pulled away then and, staring down at me, he said, "If I don�t have you now, I am going to explode. But I want you in my bed, not in my closet." His hands clasped mine, and he led me out into the light.

Just when I was going to mention that it hurt my eyes, he hit the switch to douse the light, then proceeded to lead me through the dark to his bed. He pushed me down into soft blankets, then he was on top of me, unbuttoning my blouse, his lips following in a trail of kisses. When the blouse was off and I had taken off my bra, he laid me back down, and seemed to be trying to see those breasts in the dark that he had longed to see for so long. I wanted to tell him to turn on a light, so he could see, but then he flung himself down to suckle my nipple. His hair like a curtain fell onto my other breast, and I sighed as he wiggled to tickle me with it. His tongue darting around one nipple, his hair flowing over the other, I purred like a cat, and he gave a little chuckle in response.

His hands were moving to unbutton my jeans, and failing, he raised up to complete the job. Suddenly, the urgency had returned, and my hands flew to unbutton his pants while he worked mine. I stood up to take off my pants, and he moved to remove his shirt. Before he could move to remove his own pants, I pulled him up to his feet to stand against me, and shoved my hand down his pants to squeeze his cock. He gasped, and his body was like jelly against me, with only his cock stiff in my hand. My fingers spidered into his underwear to put skin against skin, and his eyes flew open, a groan escaping his lips as he pressed his head against mine. His hands moved to his pants, and in a motion they were gone and I was thrown back onto the bed.

He was suddenly there with me, on all fours between my legs, and he crawled the length of me until his hands were tucked under my armpits, and his cock was against my pelvis. He did not enter, though I quivered under him, and his penis spasmed in anticipation. Instead he looked down at me, and a heat radiated from his eyes. "Can I fuck you now?" he asked in the hoarsest of whispers.

"Ethan, fuck me now, yes," I answered, the last a whimper.

He flung his hair out and over my face, and then quickly was inside of me in one deep plunge. I cried out at the size of him inside of me, and we both paused a moment, listening to each others� breathing as we savored this first moment. Then slowly, achingly so, he began to slide out of me, so far I thought he would exit, only to plunge himself back in mercilessly. This time it was a yelp from my lips, and he growled in response. There was another pause, and he seemed to move his head a bit, purposely moving his hair to caress my face.

"Oh please," I whispered. "Yes, please fuck me."

He began again slowly, and started to pump into me with languid strokes. He lifted off of me then first to look into my eyes, then to arch his back as he began to quicken a bit, his hands going to my breasts. I reached up to caress his chest, that I could finally see in some dim light from beyond the darkened windows. His flesh everywhere was creamy white, so that I wanted desperately to lick that flesh in the knowledge that it would taste like milky vanilla. I raised up and took one tiny nipple into my mouth, licking it to instant hardness.

Above me he paused, gazing down to watch my mouth. I took him between my teeth gently, continuing to lick, and he shivered. Suddenly he collapsed on top of me, pumping into me quickly, his hair flowing around us as he breathed laboriously into my face. I gave some sound, and he paused, his eyes meeting mine.

Then again, he mercilessly drove himself deep inside of me, tearing a cry from my lips as I arched against him, only to have him pause. Then again, the quick plunge only to stop and pause, and I whimpered underneath him.

"You want me to fuck you, don�t you," he growled to me.

"Yes!" I gasped, and he began to plunge again so deep that I cried out. This time there was no pause, just his quick, almost violent plunging into me, forcing a whimper with each thrust. I needed this so badly, needed him to fuck me so badly, my whimpers and moans became real tears. I was alternately sobbing and crying out to him, "Yes, yes, please fuck me!"

Each of my yelps seemed to increase his speed, until finally he was giving one long moan and pumping so fast that I knew he was going to come inside of me. It was like he was tearing a hole into me wide enough to bring his whole body inside, to live there inside of me forever. I think my sobs had become cries and screams as an orgasm crashed through my body, each wave pushed farther inside of me by his probing penis that was now spasming inside of me. Then he fell down on top of me, and I realized between my own sobs that I was not the only one crying, as his body spasmed against mine.

I had never cried like this before, and didn�t know what to do with myself underneath him. Before I could figure it out, he raised his face to mine, and I saw his cheeks wet with his own tears. "I�ve never cried before!" he gasped at me. "Not during sex!"

I shook my head and whispered, "Neither have I."

His hands cradled my face, and his eyes searched mine, glancing down to see the tears that mirrored his. Suddenly, a grin broke over his face, and he began to laugh softly, shaking his head. His laugh brought a smile to my face, and we grinned and giggled at each other through the tears, until they had stopped flowing. He leaned down and gave me a deep, wet kiss, then gently moved off of me to wrap me in his arms.

He nuzzled his face into my neck and began to whisper, "I love you, I love you, I love you�"

I turned and flung my arms around him, our bodies entwined. "Oh, my love, I know, I know." My voice choked in my throat a little, as tears welled in my eyes again. "Oh, I love you, Ethan, I love you too. Kiss me, please."

And he did.

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