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Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 13:28:53 GMT -5
Bruce could feel Mica's rising desire and beating heart mirroring his own. He reluctantly pulled away from the kisses, taking her hand in his.
"Not yet," he said, touching her face. "We just met. We must take it slower, until we know more about this connection." He smiled at her, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. "Come, I think a mutual friend will be waiting for us." He stood, holding her hand.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 17:41:12 GMT -5
Mica closed her eyes as he spoke to her. “You’re right.” She told him as he kissed her forehead. She rose as he held her hand and followed him from the café. “I’m sorry Bruce.” She said softly as she swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She let it out slowly, regaining some of her composure. She could still feel the want and the desire but she held control over it for the moment.
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Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 20:12:24 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica, putting his arm around her waist.
"Don't be," he said. "I feel it. I won't lie to you, Mica. I desire you, I long for you. I don't know why so suddenly, or how, well I know how but...nevermind." He shut his mouth, knowing he would only make the matter worse. He followed Mica's lead as they walked towards the house.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 20:15:04 GMT -5
Mica looked at him questioningly. "How what? Please, how what?" She continued to walk toward the place where they would meet Caleb.
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Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 20:43:07 GMT -5
Bruce blushed as he looked at her, fighting with himself how to say what he meant without making it sound wrong.
"How? Well, when a man has feelings for a woman," he said with a grin. "I want to love you. I want to feel your skin beneath my fingers. I know that sounds really bad, but I don't know how else to say it without lying." He looked away from her, at the path ahead of them.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 22:05:36 GMT -5
Mica continued to walk with him. “Follow me.” She said as she led up the steps to the house. She turned the key in the lock and led him in. “Sit down please.” She motioned to a large pillow on the floor. She sat down across from him. “I understand everything that you are saying. I feel it too. Everything! Just as you are. Let’s explore this in a different way. Hold your hands out over mine but don’t touch them. Focus on your feelings but do not touch my skin. Let’s see what happens.” She held her hands out in front of her, palms up, as she sat cross-legged in front of him. Her eyes locked on his.
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Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 22:25:36 GMT -5
Bruce did as Mica instructed him, holding his hands just above hers, looking into her eyes. He felt himself wanting to touch her, to take her hands in his, but he resisted the urge, sweat building on his brow.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 22:33:06 GMT -5
Mica felt her hands tremble as she fought the irresistible urge to touch him. As she looked into his eyes she felt something within her. Something straining along with her desire, to break free. She felt the electricity begin to jump between their hands. The light golden sparks igniting the air around them. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly she had a thought. “Don’t move.” She told him. She reached up, letting her hands touch his as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling within her. She felt the electricity growing, churning within her, slowly trying to break free to come to the surface. She broke away from Bruce’s hands. As partial understanding came over her face.
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Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 22:56:48 GMT -5
Taran, too, closed his eyes. He felt his hands slowly moving to meet hers, an electric feeling trying to break free within him. His lips curled into a smile as he felt the sensation fade. He opened his eyes to look into hers, understanding slowly coming to him, though not completely.
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Post by micaylah on Oct 21, 2008 0:12:39 GMT -5
Mica looked at him as a funny look came across her face. "I know... uh." she struggled for the words. "I feel a power, something different within me. Every time I touch you, I feel it coming to the surface a little. It's almost like it's linked to you, trying to join with you."
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Post by taran on Oct 21, 2008 13:11:03 GMT -5
Bruce nodded agreement, finally taking her hands and pulling her slightly closer.
"I feel it too," he said, letting go. "Like....wind struggling to break from a cave. Water, beating against a dam." He smiled at her, intertwining his fingers to keep him from reaching out to her. "It's so hard to grasp when I look at you. My body screams to hold you, to feel your skin against mine. When my skin gets close to yours, that power within me surges, trying to reach out to you through me."
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Post by micaylah on Oct 21, 2008 18:39:29 GMT -5
Mica felt her resolve slipping slowly away. "Uh...are you hungry? I think there should be some food around here somewhere." She rose and started toward the kitchen.
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Post by taran on Oct 21, 2008 19:38:18 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, standing and following her.
"Food sounds good," he said, watching her walking. He shook his head. His body was trying to take over. He needed to remain in control....at least for now. There would be time to fully explore their bond later. "Uh...when do you think the guy I met will get here?"
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Post by micaylah on Oct 21, 2008 20:18:44 GMT -5
Mica went to the refrigerator, bending over to look inside. "Caleb? Who knows. He gets sidetracked easily. It could be tomorrow before we see him." she laughed softly. "Hmmm. Doesn't look like he has alot to choose from in here. She pulled out a package that she thought was hamburger but know it was green and slimy. She shut the door quickly, throwing it back in. "Uh nothing in there worth dying for." She moved to the cabinets, rifling through them. She pulled out two packages. "Looks like all he has is Top Ramen."
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Post by taran on Oct 21, 2008 20:31:07 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at Mica as she filtered through the kitchen.
"Top Ramen is fine with me," he said, sitting at the table. "Is Caleb a college student? Or just a guy?" Bruce laughed softly, inspecting the pattern of the wood in the table.
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