Here we are. Always lectura I hope. I haven't got as many comentarios as usual, but I really don't know whether that's because someone just abandoned me o tu are just too busy and quickly keep going through it to post. And with those awful House news...
Don't get me wrong guys, I am not an attention seeking dude. I write 'cause I like it and I keep on with the story 'cause it deserves to be finished since we all loved them both so much, but anyway, try giving me a sign sometimes...as I told you, I have others lectura elsewhere, so I won't blame tu if tu tell m "enough with it". I'll get it. But formatting for this editor takes a lifetime, so be kind when tu can, and just let me know whether tu still like it, o it's getting tiresome. I can deal with the outcome, I swear ;)
Now enjoy for the ones who keep holding on. Two chaps in a row this time :)
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Previously
The shadow of a smile flickered on Hugh’s face “I am gonna miss you...” he said.
It was like being carried away easily and effortlessly por something which was impossible to resist.
Lisa could barely feel the waves, por now.
She pulled at his shirt, lightly, “I am gonna miss tu too...”
In the back of his mind a voice whispered, asking him whether this was what he had come all this way for; what he was doing; and whether he knew this didn’t mean he could gloss over it all.
He knew it of course.
He knew it.
He just couldn’t give up to it yet.
Lisa kept her eyes open on him, and she knew it didn’t make any sense, that it would just make things harder for both of them, she knew it, but Hugh had started closing his eyes already, bending down to her slowly and her corazón would simply burst out if she hadn’t dado in to it, even if she knew it din’t make any sense...
His lips hung lightly above hers, looking swollen and soft.
She closed her eyes. Then frowned, a little breathless already, reopening them as she realized he had stopped and was now looking down at her.
“What’s the matter?” she panted.
He watched her serious, as if been searching for something into her eyes.
“May I?” he panted as well, very softly after a moment.
Her lips curled up tenderly at the corners, trembling a little yet “You still asking for permission?”
He was just managing to barely hover away, actually, but somehow apparently a residual glimmer of lucidity must have been holding on somewhere inside him.
“I like to believe I have learned not to give the things I care about too much for granted...” he dicho in a low whisper.
But then his mind was swimming incoherently anyway and he wasn’t still pulling away even he knew he should have.
Lisa smiled some más brightly, which didn’t certainly help,
“Have you?” she asked, with an even tender care being still very much conscious that it might even make no sense, but that it was just like being driven adelante, hacia adelante without having a say on it.
Hugh felt suddenly a lot of blood surging though as she arched herself slightly adelante, hacia adelante to him.
“Rather than just simply take...” he gulped, his stare running down on her “wonder at first, the wise say...”
Lisa’s chest moved up and down quickly por now, keeping pace with with the thrust of blood surging all-throughout and she knew it didn’t make any sense, she knew it, but there was no way to stop herself.
She pulled some más at the ends of his shirt, her breath shorter tickling up on his beard, “I think tu just wonder too much...” she whispered.
Hugh closed his eyes, holding up no more.
“I’ll take that as a yes...” he panted shifting forward.
She held her breath, feeling a quiver, “Definitely”.
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It was being a very hard, rough early morning for everyone.
There was something in the air that morning, something making it unusual; something which streaked the sky of a restless light, that morning; a light which felt like shining warmly and quietly at times until suddenly that very same light got the air charged that morning with some strange kind of electricity, like wool brushed hard against stone and producing sparks.
Jess for instance was having the hell of a job at avoiding the nut-brown catlike-cut eyes of his hot-smoking-twenty-something-host as they followed him close around the house while he kept looking for his pants.
Katie was having a rather hard time as well at getting Greg to ‘stay quiet and seated on the sofá without babbling round’ while David changed tossing his clothes everywhere, ‘before he really got a stroke for having one of his directors being the ultimate dullard dumbass alive’.
As far as Hugh and Lisa was concerned instead it was all just a matter of hearts racing and respiration becoming a little más rapid and some slightly shallow, every time sudden flushes of heat would rush through so intense to make some of their muscles tense and spasm, even if they would try to keep holding in, besar as calmly as they could.
It would happen to Jess to pretend to himself he had NOT noticed the way that thin linen camisa, camiseta of his she had carefully singled out would hung loosely and lopsided from her shoulders. o slid down along her curves, as she wiggled after him occasionally leaving her round and definitely quite nicely shaped buttocks half-uncovered. And nicely was downplaying it.
Katie would find herself forced to shove Greg backwards and down again on that ‘damn couch’ over and over again, while repeating him to the nausea to ‘just fucking swallowing that damn glass of water and chill out, just stay quiet and calm’, while she tried to figure out ‘what kind of cheap shit he had managed to get himself ripped off’ and dear God ‘when he would get on this super hyped-up hangover of his’ as David would not stop thundering over the revolving clanging sound of his shaver that ‘he better be dying of OD on his own before he himself handed on him’.
Meanwhile somewhere in the back of his mind Hugh would be debating whether o he had o HAD HE NOT dado himself a clear speech and yet there he was más and más alarmingly aware of the fact that he couldn’t find a way to stop; and even más alarmingly ignoring it. Her lips had parted wider under his immediately this time, besar him fully, swirling over and round deeper and eager at first, then swerving to kiss más slowly, making his corazón hammer like a road drill this time.
Then it happened that Jess that morning also did the mistake to go out looking for his clothes in the garden, still bare-feet and with nothing más than an after-shower-wrapped-up-to-groin-level-towel on him. He also began pacing the pool ledges at some point, spinning round to turn his eyes shut at the girl who was then graciously balancing herself on the deep end ledge, más half-naked than half-dressed. She kept asking him to guess ‘what she found so lovely about the men in a hurry’. And he kept repeating himself that he was still impossibly dreadfully late on Lisa while still trying to figure out how all those feathers might have ended up leaping out of his chaise lounge to fluctuate in the water.
At that very same time, that very same morning, Katie who had just managed to have Greg laying ‘the fuck down’ for a moment, after having finally succeeded in convincing him that Lisa would not be ‘cutting her wrists for not having been able to say goodbye to him’ went to get herself some water, bumbling as David himself still muttered rather infuriated from the bathroom, cursing everything and everyone.
At that very same moment, either one between Hugh o Lisa - they both didn’t know who had been first - finally found the strength to break apart. Their lips were still pulling lightly on each others and she couldn’t stop brushing her thumb in smalls circles across the side of his face, stroking it, having him jostled her up a little bit, while Hugh told her under his breath that they definitely ‘would better stop right there and then to talk for a moment’ ‘cause he really had something he had to tell her’.
But then at that point thing started to come to a head.
Jess couldn’t get rid of the smiling picture of hot-smoking-girl, as much as hard he would try. So he was finding himself incapable of moving now as - towel half drenched and floating up in the water, after she had caused him to startle and slip backwards over the steps sloping to the hallow side - she was beginning to slowly get in herself, her eyes upon him; her camisa, camiseta quickly getting soaked and glued to her skin.
Katie went to turn back from the bathroom, having spent the last couple of minutos at arguing as far as civilly with David over the fact that she didn’t know ‘HOW WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER FAULT IF GREG WAS STILL ZONKED” as if she had THE FUCKING MAGIC WAND OF THE FUCKING BLUE FAIRY TO MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY’; and she was still muttering to herself, when she get there, shouting to him ‘TO FUCKING GET OVER HIMSELF FOR ONCE AND TAKE A CHILL PILL' when she realized Greg was going missing.
Hugh did barely on time to gather himself together, as much as he could, blood still pulsing through his temples, ferociously, his stomach back dropping again, that there was the sound of a door snapped open suddenly and then shut closed as much as quickly, somewhere very close to them, and then unhurried steps just about to turn round the corner, though.
The girl slid her hands around Jess’s necks, asking him softly again whether he wanted to know ‘what she liked so much about men in a hurry’. as David barged outside his resting room, buttoning up his camisa, camiseta up to his neck, quickly still arguing with Katie over ‘who was supposed to be held responsible if he happened to be seen around like that”. At the same time Lisa got panicked and without even thinking about it she dragged Hugh inside, closing the door shut behind them.
Jess breathed hard as the girl shook the camisa, camiseta off her shoulders and his drew what was left of his towel away with on slow mind-blowing caressing movement and slid herself on parte superior, arriba of him, shifting upwards. Slowly. Lightly
It was seven sharp when Katie and David divided to look for Greg fervently hoping he would not stumble upon the ‘he fucking network’s fucking entertainment president’ he was supposed to have a meeting with that very same morning and it was seven and twenty segundos when Lisa and Hugh after having burst out laughing at the way they had head-butted each other to quickly get off the way, gazed up to one another their laughs gradually fading out as they slowly realized they were suddenly really alone: running out of time, behind locked doors and just alone.
Jess thrust his head backwards, moaning silently, as running his fingers up and down the girl’s back.
“What I like is the hunting por the way...” she panted, open-mouthed against his lips.
Jess spasmed with her, as she shift herself upwards again, wrapping her thighs tighter around his pelvis.
“And then I like enjoying the fall-down...” she whispered.
Don't get me wrong guys, I am not an attention seeking dude. I write 'cause I like it and I keep on with the story 'cause it deserves to be finished since we all loved them both so much, but anyway, try giving me a sign sometimes...as I told you, I have others lectura elsewhere, so I won't blame tu if tu tell m "enough with it". I'll get it. But formatting for this editor takes a lifetime, so be kind when tu can, and just let me know whether tu still like it, o it's getting tiresome. I can deal with the outcome, I swear ;)
Now enjoy for the ones who keep holding on. Two chaps in a row this time :)
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Previously
The shadow of a smile flickered on Hugh’s face “I am gonna miss you...” he said.
It was like being carried away easily and effortlessly por something which was impossible to resist.
Lisa could barely feel the waves, por now.
She pulled at his shirt, lightly, “I am gonna miss tu too...”
In the back of his mind a voice whispered, asking him whether this was what he had come all this way for; what he was doing; and whether he knew this didn’t mean he could gloss over it all.
He knew it of course.
He knew it.
He just couldn’t give up to it yet.
Lisa kept her eyes open on him, and she knew it didn’t make any sense, that it would just make things harder for both of them, she knew it, but Hugh had started closing his eyes already, bending down to her slowly and her corazón would simply burst out if she hadn’t dado in to it, even if she knew it din’t make any sense...
His lips hung lightly above hers, looking swollen and soft.
She closed her eyes. Then frowned, a little breathless already, reopening them as she realized he had stopped and was now looking down at her.
“What’s the matter?” she panted.
He watched her serious, as if been searching for something into her eyes.
“May I?” he panted as well, very softly after a moment.
Her lips curled up tenderly at the corners, trembling a little yet “You still asking for permission?”
He was just managing to barely hover away, actually, but somehow apparently a residual glimmer of lucidity must have been holding on somewhere inside him.
“I like to believe I have learned not to give the things I care about too much for granted...” he dicho in a low whisper.
But then his mind was swimming incoherently anyway and he wasn’t still pulling away even he knew he should have.
Lisa smiled some más brightly, which didn’t certainly help,
“Have you?” she asked, with an even tender care being still very much conscious that it might even make no sense, but that it was just like being driven adelante, hacia adelante without having a say on it.
Hugh felt suddenly a lot of blood surging though as she arched herself slightly adelante, hacia adelante to him.
“Rather than just simply take...” he gulped, his stare running down on her “wonder at first, the wise say...”
Lisa’s chest moved up and down quickly por now, keeping pace with with the thrust of blood surging all-throughout and she knew it didn’t make any sense, she knew it, but there was no way to stop herself.
She pulled some más at the ends of his shirt, her breath shorter tickling up on his beard, “I think tu just wonder too much...” she whispered.
Hugh closed his eyes, holding up no more.
“I’ll take that as a yes...” he panted shifting forward.
She held her breath, feeling a quiver, “Definitely”.
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It was being a very hard, rough early morning for everyone.
There was something in the air that morning, something making it unusual; something which streaked the sky of a restless light, that morning; a light which felt like shining warmly and quietly at times until suddenly that very same light got the air charged that morning with some strange kind of electricity, like wool brushed hard against stone and producing sparks.
Jess for instance was having the hell of a job at avoiding the nut-brown catlike-cut eyes of his hot-smoking-twenty-something-host as they followed him close around the house while he kept looking for his pants.
Katie was having a rather hard time as well at getting Greg to ‘stay quiet and seated on the sofá without babbling round’ while David changed tossing his clothes everywhere, ‘before he really got a stroke for having one of his directors being the ultimate dullard dumbass alive’.
As far as Hugh and Lisa was concerned instead it was all just a matter of hearts racing and respiration becoming a little más rapid and some slightly shallow, every time sudden flushes of heat would rush through so intense to make some of their muscles tense and spasm, even if they would try to keep holding in, besar as calmly as they could.
It would happen to Jess to pretend to himself he had NOT noticed the way that thin linen camisa, camiseta of his she had carefully singled out would hung loosely and lopsided from her shoulders. o slid down along her curves, as she wiggled after him occasionally leaving her round and definitely quite nicely shaped buttocks half-uncovered. And nicely was downplaying it.
Katie would find herself forced to shove Greg backwards and down again on that ‘damn couch’ over and over again, while repeating him to the nausea to ‘just fucking swallowing that damn glass of water and chill out, just stay quiet and calm’, while she tried to figure out ‘what kind of cheap shit he had managed to get himself ripped off’ and dear God ‘when he would get on this super hyped-up hangover of his’ as David would not stop thundering over the revolving clanging sound of his shaver that ‘he better be dying of OD on his own before he himself handed on him’.
Meanwhile somewhere in the back of his mind Hugh would be debating whether o he had o HAD HE NOT dado himself a clear speech and yet there he was más and más alarmingly aware of the fact that he couldn’t find a way to stop; and even más alarmingly ignoring it. Her lips had parted wider under his immediately this time, besar him fully, swirling over and round deeper and eager at first, then swerving to kiss más slowly, making his corazón hammer like a road drill this time.
Then it happened that Jess that morning also did the mistake to go out looking for his clothes in the garden, still bare-feet and with nothing más than an after-shower-wrapped-up-to-groin-level-towel on him. He also began pacing the pool ledges at some point, spinning round to turn his eyes shut at the girl who was then graciously balancing herself on the deep end ledge, más half-naked than half-dressed. She kept asking him to guess ‘what she found so lovely about the men in a hurry’. And he kept repeating himself that he was still impossibly dreadfully late on Lisa while still trying to figure out how all those feathers might have ended up leaping out of his chaise lounge to fluctuate in the water.
At that very same time, that very same morning, Katie who had just managed to have Greg laying ‘the fuck down’ for a moment, after having finally succeeded in convincing him that Lisa would not be ‘cutting her wrists for not having been able to say goodbye to him’ went to get herself some water, bumbling as David himself still muttered rather infuriated from the bathroom, cursing everything and everyone.
At that very same moment, either one between Hugh o Lisa - they both didn’t know who had been first - finally found the strength to break apart. Their lips were still pulling lightly on each others and she couldn’t stop brushing her thumb in smalls circles across the side of his face, stroking it, having him jostled her up a little bit, while Hugh told her under his breath that they definitely ‘would better stop right there and then to talk for a moment’ ‘cause he really had something he had to tell her’.
But then at that point thing started to come to a head.
Jess couldn’t get rid of the smiling picture of hot-smoking-girl, as much as hard he would try. So he was finding himself incapable of moving now as - towel half drenched and floating up in the water, after she had caused him to startle and slip backwards over the steps sloping to the hallow side - she was beginning to slowly get in herself, her eyes upon him; her camisa, camiseta quickly getting soaked and glued to her skin.
Katie went to turn back from the bathroom, having spent the last couple of minutos at arguing as far as civilly with David over the fact that she didn’t know ‘HOW WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER FAULT IF GREG WAS STILL ZONKED” as if she had THE FUCKING MAGIC WAND OF THE FUCKING BLUE FAIRY TO MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY’; and she was still muttering to herself, when she get there, shouting to him ‘TO FUCKING GET OVER HIMSELF FOR ONCE AND TAKE A CHILL PILL' when she realized Greg was going missing.
Hugh did barely on time to gather himself together, as much as he could, blood still pulsing through his temples, ferociously, his stomach back dropping again, that there was the sound of a door snapped open suddenly and then shut closed as much as quickly, somewhere very close to them, and then unhurried steps just about to turn round the corner, though.
The girl slid her hands around Jess’s necks, asking him softly again whether he wanted to know ‘what she liked so much about men in a hurry’. as David barged outside his resting room, buttoning up his camisa, camiseta up to his neck, quickly still arguing with Katie over ‘who was supposed to be held responsible if he happened to be seen around like that”. At the same time Lisa got panicked and without even thinking about it she dragged Hugh inside, closing the door shut behind them.
Jess breathed hard as the girl shook the camisa, camiseta off her shoulders and his drew what was left of his towel away with on slow mind-blowing caressing movement and slid herself on parte superior, arriba of him, shifting upwards. Slowly. Lightly
It was seven sharp when Katie and David divided to look for Greg fervently hoping he would not stumble upon the ‘he fucking network’s fucking entertainment president’ he was supposed to have a meeting with that very same morning and it was seven and twenty segundos when Lisa and Hugh after having burst out laughing at the way they had head-butted each other to quickly get off the way, gazed up to one another their laughs gradually fading out as they slowly realized they were suddenly really alone: running out of time, behind locked doors and just alone.
Jess thrust his head backwards, moaning silently, as running his fingers up and down the girl’s back.
“What I like is the hunting por the way...” she panted, open-mouthed against his lips.
Jess spasmed with her, as she shift herself upwards again, wrapping her thighs tighter around his pelvis.
“And then I like enjoying the fall-down...” she whispered.
