There Was

There Was
Author: Emily
Contact: catherine_grissom@hotmail.com
Rating: NC17
Category: C/G
Summary: There was …

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There was crying. Oh yes, she remembered that part. The tears that burned behind her eyes, blurred her vision and finally spilled over, creating warm pathways on her cold skin. No matter how hard she clenched her fists, or how hard she bit her lip, they began to fall in earnest, until all she could hear was the sound of her own sobbing.

There was hesitation. On his part, at least. She hadn’t hesitated to tell him why she was sitting on his front step at three in the morning. And, granted, he hadn’t hesitated in guiding her into his home. But once she’d started confessing, once she’d started showing him the various bruises that riddled her perfect skin, he began to hesitate. And once she began to cry, her strength seeping from her with every tear, he brushed the hesitancy away.

There was touching. Innocent, at first; a finger grazing a purple bruise on her wrist, a palm covering another bruise on her side, a thumb brushing the tears from her cheek.

There was a silence. A silence so clear you could almost hear every tear falling from her eye, cascading down her cheek, hitting his arm with a resounding echo as he wrapped her up in an embrace. A silence broken by a stifled sob, a whimper as he lifted her shirt over her head to examine her body, to sooth her pain.

There was a caress. A soft touch of his fingertips as they glided from a bruised hip to a scrape on her ribcage to a faded scar on her collarbone. A sigh as her eyes closed and his eyes suddenly became aware of her skin, focusing not on the pain but on the beauty that was before him.

There was trust. Trust, as he gently kissed the top of her head, the silvery scar on her collarbone, the red mark on the top of her breast. A strangled gasp as she pushed herself towards him, her name on his lips as he kissed her through her bra. A rush of hands and mouths and skin as their mouths collided, tasted, fused.

There was a question. Not one uttered aloud, but one that hung in the air as she straddled his waist and gazed deep into his flawless blue eyes. A question that was answered as he unclasped her bra and flicked the tip of his tongue over a taut nipple, a question answered again as she ground herself against his hardness in response.

There was skin. Clothes removed, torn in urgency, tossed across the room with vigour. Fingers grazing, grasping, tensing and releasing. A cry of frustration as his zipper caught, and a tortured moan as she stroked at him through his boxers. Satisfaction as his shirt was ripped away, her chest making contact with his as she ran her tongue along his bottom lip.

There was teasing. Her hand wrapping delicately around his hardened shaft, a groan as she stroked him. His hips bucked into her hand, and he called her name in a hoarse whisper, his back arching, his hand stopping hers before she pushed him past the point of no return. His fingers found her core, touching her with a controlled urgency, pushing into her wetness as she threw her head back and whimpered.

There was completion. Her fingers pushing his away, her dark eyes meeting his, her hand grasping the base of him, guiding him within her.

There was release. His hands steadying her hips, her hands on his shoulders, his mouth buried in her hair. Her escalating cries, her muscles clenching around him, the stuttered breathing fuelling his need as he thrust up into her. His name whispered repeatedly in his ear as she stilled and tensed, shuddering in his arms. His reaction to her orgasm as he thrust once more and came violently inside her, jerking and gasping.

There was solace. Her forehead resting against his as their breathing slowed, her genuine smile more amazing to him than a thousand sunsets.

There was protection. His arms wrapped around her for warmth and security as she laid her head on his bare chest.

There was love. Whispered confessions as she fell asleep in his arms.

There was.

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