Hey guys. Still not close to done with feedback, really sorry I know I’m more than a chapter behind. Been a really busy week though, and I have more than a hundred pages of the most boring book on earth to read today (or I can borrow chris’s cliff notes, we’ll see if I cave…) but anyway, here with 11a.
I know I’m late on that too, I was gonna post it last night… but then I may have opened up the document I had it all typed on and discovered it gone… stupid memory problems or something… but luckily I had emailed it to chris to be beta’d, but by the time I remembered that, I was past being able to go online and email to kelz or ask for him to re send it to me… then I found it under this really weird document name this morning… and you really wanted to know that, huh?
Anyway, nother ‘weird’ mood for me, and another semi-different chapter done… if you remember the last time no fear, my post wont contain a page and a half of apologies this time, so go me… kinda…
I’ll post feedback as soon as I can, or at least what I have done of it… *contemplates cliff notes*
Oh well. Bye for now
-michelle
Ch.11
Her lips withdraw slowly, although they leave tingling impressions on me as her eyes open and, the dark blue blurring as they refocus on the world around us. I know mine look the same. Our heavy breathing mingles in the slight inches separating our lips, and each pair of hands runs soothingly and hungrily through the other’s hair, enjoying the silky warmth so long craved.
A tiny but expressive smile tilts the corners of her mouth, the soft, crooked grin so familiar but with a new, alluring tinge of a smirk to it.
Tears still sparkle within her eyes, but they shine with an air of elation and completeness that was missing before. The pad of her thumb strokes my cheek, informing me with the trail of moisture it smudges in rough grazes of contact that I am crying too.
I feel my face drawn back to hers again; delight in the tremble of happiness that courses through her frame as my hands reclaim newly discovered lands. Her beauty surrounds me even through closed lids, and I am filled by the golden warmth so long craved and yet so recently acknowledged.
As soon as I touch her, I am lost in her, only reemerging when hands gently cupping my face inform me reluctantly that we have to separate. I pull back slowly, my head still spinning and my vision hazed by the absolute bliss of being in her arms, and wonder yet again how I didn’t notice any of these feelings sooner.
As soon as her erratic breathing has returned to a level that is at least slightly normal, her eyes open to connect with mine through golden lashes.
“We need to talk.”
A smile spreads over my face at that, and I can see her own widening as my hand continues to toy with her hair, distracting both of us more than slightly.
“You stole my line.” My tongue peeks out from in between my teeth as I flash her an even bigger grin, and my fingers absently separate one lock of hair from the rest.
“Not fair.” I attempt to switch my face into a pout, only halfway succeeding as her blonde hair spills around my skin and I twirl a strand around my curious fingers, my eyes straying from them to the sapphire gems fixed on me.
“See, I had this whole speech planned out, and then I get to your room finally, and you’re still crying, and you just looked so kissable…” she smiles fully, my stomach immediately rising to my throat and my legs turning to mush at the spark in her midnight eyes, and she moves closer again, chuckling as she whispers against my mouth.
“Vixen.”
The world dissolves again as I fall into her kiss, my fingers enchanted by the mystery of her lower back where the shirt bunches up to reveal soft skin and a keen, arching reaction to murmurs of touch.
Her lips pulling away draw a groan of disgruntlement from me. Her frame still presses deliciously into mine, and the smooth structure against my back informs me that our earlier positions are reversed, and I am now the one happily trapped up against the wall.
Her hair spills lightly down over her face in light brown waves, and the sultry tone to her voice both surprises me and sends my stomach down to the floor.
“I’d love to hear that speech you were talking about.”
This unexpected and incredibly sexy new Tara brings waves of expectant, constricting shivers through me, tightening my chest and my throat to the point where I cannot speak.
She watches my helplessly wide eyes and heavily working chest, enjoying the wordless pleading I am sending her for only a minute before leaning in again and quenching my need with firm, hungry contact.
“Later.” I assure her without withdrawing, the movement causing delicious friction as her teeth gently capture my lower lip.
She nods her assent even as my tongue fervently seeks its mate.
“Later.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Everything is fuzzy, so bright. I’m watching it through a cloud. A yummy, golden cotton candy cloud.
I can feel the stairs dancing beneath me. People say they walk, but I know they dance. I know.
Someone is talking to me. Funny, sweet singing voice helps the stairs dance and calls to me. Where is it?
My feet are following it, even if the dolls say not to. The singing voice is louder. It’s in the kitchen; I can tell because I can see the magic toast listening to it. They always listen. The dolls have stopped yelling now. They like the voice too. It is a pretty singing voice.
The toast is waving golden glitter for the voice, of course. It’s only polite.
My voice tells me who the singing voice is, and I smile. I wish I had my glitter, but I left it with the stairs. But it’s okay, she doesn’t mind. Her voice continues softly as she embraces me, and I feel my cotton candy cloud turning to a heaven of silky blonde strands as her chin rests on my shoulder and I gratefully nuzzle into her neck.
Her eyes open and she sighs happily, and I find my kitchen melting away as I am lost in the deep blue ocean in front of me. They are a bright, clear blue right now, reminding me of the sea and dancing like the stairs. They always draw me into them with the infinite shades they hold for me to study. They can be a dark and stormy midnight blue when she is sad, or a cloudy grey when she is concentrating, or light and crisp and happy like right now.
She pulls back to hand me the paper. She is singing again. It’s happened. They will be happy. Of course, the newspaper ship says so.
I read the pictures on it as it sails away into the sea of her eyes.
‘And today, 17 year old Alexander ‘Xander’ Harris was reportedly beaten badly as he returned home from a meeting with Pinocchio. Apparently, he was crossing the street when several kittens approached with hammers and a shiny new shovel and administered the blows. It is unapparent from his ever-developing confession how many times he was struck, but he seems to increase the number by a certain amount of zeroes every time recovers a memory from the previous few days, which he seems to have lost during the brutal attack. Investigators do not know who is responsible for the act, and have no leads in explaining the very unusual feline behavior, but a team of highly trained…’
The ship is gone now, but I am content to simply gaze into her eyes. The toast has stopped waving the glitter, but I can still see it where is sparkles in Ms. Kitty’s fur as she purrs and rubs against our legs.
Tara smiles at me and leans in, her hand cupping my cheek soothingly as her lips connect with mine, and I can feel tingles forming in the bottom of my stomach, quickly building as my arms reach behind her head and pull her closer, falling backwards as her legs intertwine with mine and I trip.
I can feel her pressing down against me, her hands leaving hot patterns all across my stomach as her lips move to my throat.
My hands tangle in her hair, pulling her even closer, but as her lips travel slowly across my collarbone and work teasingly downwards, I can hear a strange beeping coming from beside us.
I withhold a gasp as her mouth moves to the open expanse of skin just above my breast, her lips trailing enticingly across the skin beaded with sweat.
The beeping is loud and no longer ignorable in my ears, as I close my eyes as tightly as possible and cling to her dampening hair, fighting to stay here as her weight evaporates and…
I open my eyes with frustrated groan as I turn to hammer the offending alarm clock, then cover my head with a pillow and roll over, desperately trying to return to the dream I was pulled out of at a so ill timed point. After about two minutes though, it becomes apparent that I have lost all chances of reaching that world again this morning, and the flashing numbers on my clock show me that my snooze will be over in three minutes anyway.
The first conscious thought that I have as I fuzzily recall the parts of my dream that came before I was woken up are that there has been yet another crazy night in my mind. The second is how much Tara will enjoy hearing about it.
A reminder of my expected arrival at her window is more than enough to get me out of bed, though my new hurry is soon regretted as the absence of the blanket I cast off quickly leaves an icy chill to linger over my skin until I pull on my jacket over the shirt and jeans I’ve changed into.
I rush happily downstairs with five dollars in my pocket for lunch and kiss my mom quickly on the cheek, grabbing the hot toast she has made and rushing out the door, just shaking my head at her inquiry to my rush and the huge smile I know is lightning up my face.
I brush the scattered snowflakes off of my watch as I bounce down the street, wide awake and happy at my timing. I know I’m about forty five minutes early, but it’s only taken me three or four days to learn that if I am exactly on time… we’re late anyways. Not that I’m complaining…
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I practically fall in through the window frame, stumbling awkwardly only to skid onto my knees near her bed. A cheeky grin comes to my face as I turn to face the teasing I know will be coming behind me, but instead I see my girl still curled up and asleep on the mattress of her bad.
My girl. The thought flowing so naturally into my mind echoes pleasantly through me.
My heart swells at the sight of her with blonde hair still tousled from sleep and a blanket pulled up around her chin and a happy grin surfaces on my face.
My heart swells aat her almost angelic appearance as I walk over to the bed, running a hand soothingly through her hair when I get there.
I only intend to wake her up, but before I really realize what I’m doing my head is resting on the pillow beside hers and my cold feet are sliding through the blankets to intertwine with her warm ones.
She sighs happily and turns slightly towards me as my arms snake around her waist and my chin moves to rest on her shoulder, my nose lightly nudging her ear and throat as I deeply inhale her scent.
I can feel slight vibrations running through her chest as she murmurs something in her sleep.
“Tara.”
I tenderly kiss the sensitive point just below her ear and slowly lift my head, intending to disentangle myself from her as she wakes up, suddenly unsure if I am being too pushy, with her still asleep and unaware.
A groan of discontent as our contact is lessened and her arm pinning mine down as it slips away convince me to stay, however, and my eyes close as I happily burrow in to the crook of her neck and cuddle as close to her as possible. She turns to me groggily, her eyes still blurred with sleep, as I settle into the embrace and enjoy the peaceful setting of the morning.
Her arm falls lazily across my ribcage, and her hand alternates between running through the ends of my hair and lightly tracing restless fingers across my upper back and shoulders, and the lingering contact holds a hidden energy that runs through me in tingling waves.
“You’ll never where I was when I got pulled out of that dream.”
Her voice is thick with sleep and something else, a hidden tint that I can’t completely identify but still get shivers from.
Her hand is busy distracting me by trailing up and down my arm placed around her waist, but through the growing haze being formed by our closeness, I recall my intention to tell her about my own dream.
“Actually, don’t think you could really surprise me, cuz, I had this dream and…”
The words catch in my throat as her eyes catch mine, and a deep, smoky blue smolders fills my vision, and her head moves slightly towards me.
I can feel myself gulping noisily as my thoughts leave me and my legs turn to mush. My heartbeat quickens at the raw need mirrored in her eyes, the look itself enough to spark the same feeling within my tightening chest.
“Guess yours ended the same way mine did…”
My whole world melts at the first contact of her lips, and as her fingers toy with the hem of my shirt and a low groan escapes from one of us, I make a mental note to remember for tomorrow; forty five minutes isn’t near long enough either.
by Puff » Fri Dec 12, 2003 9:31 pm 
Aine
. I so loved it..every moment of it..Very sweet. Love sammi xx 
Spot 
,
They are together. 
thought 
didn't want her. 
They are just so cute. Can't wait to 
more. Update soon, please? 
. Should be interesting to know Tara's thoughts on all this once she's awake. She's pretty much earned some happiness by now.
. And also, a 
. Very good. So very, very good! 
Wonderful, I love that you fit that into your amazing fic.
at: 12/19/03 3:46 am
You need at least 2 hours. 
at: 12/19/03 5:45 am
