
He was holding her tight and she didn't know if that was because he wanted her close or he was worried that she might float away. It was possible that she would, all light and elated to have his attention the way that she wanted. That bit of fear that had been dancing around in the back of her head was waning the longer he held her. If he had wanted to hurt her, he would have already, right?
He didn't want to hurt her, right?
At least not in anyway that she didn't also want him to.
Veronica didn't get the response that she wanted for her question, but his answer made her forget that she was thinking so far ahead, anyway. He wanted her. Her pulse quickened. She was getting what she wanted, why was she being such a brat about it? An impish smile was curving the corners of her mouth. Her hair was hovering around her hair like a green halo.
He wasn't subtle in the way his eyes didn't stay on her face. Bouncing between her neck and her mouth with an obvious desire. The deep neckline of her ripped up tank top made a pretty display of what he wanted. Her pupils were all wide with delight as she watched his dark gaze flit all over her.
"Your car-" she said, practically interrupting him. She had literally dreamed about the red Thunderbird since the had been stranded in the parking lot of the record store with her. Her mouth was on his again. "You're absolutely going to fuck me in your car," she demanded between kisses.
He didn't want to hurt her, right?
At least not in anyway that she didn't also want him to.
Veronica didn't get the response that she wanted for her question, but his answer made her forget that she was thinking so far ahead, anyway. He wanted her. Her pulse quickened. She was getting what she wanted, why was she being such a brat about it? An impish smile was curving the corners of her mouth. Her hair was hovering around her hair like a green halo.
He wasn't subtle in the way his eyes didn't stay on her face. Bouncing between her neck and her mouth with an obvious desire. The deep neckline of her ripped up tank top made a pretty display of what he wanted. Her pupils were all wide with delight as she watched his dark gaze flit all over her.
"Your car-" she said, practically interrupting him. She had literally dreamed about the red Thunderbird since the had been stranded in the parking lot of the record store with her. Her mouth was on his again. "You're absolutely going to fuck me in your car," she demanded between kisses.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.