[chapter thirty-five]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
Note: Contains some sensuality.
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~Faye's POV~
I hope this is the right thing. The right time. The right everything.
I think I'm ready. My counselor thinks I'm ready.
Forget the counselor. I know I'm ready.
"Jimmie? Are you awake?" I ask the semi-sleeping form beside me before he presses his lips against my temple.
"Mm-hm." He murmurs and I smile at the sound of his sleepy voice. "You okay?" He asks, pulling me against him.
I will be, if I can keep my courage.
"Jimmie…" I whisper, turning to face him, pressing my lips against his, tentatively darting my tongue into his mouth.
I can hear his breath catch as I do it again, my arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer against me.
"Faye, what are you…what are we…" I can hear the confusion in his voice in the darkness, and I almost stop, almost pull away even as my hands continue to roam over him.
Instead, I moan into his mouth as I press my chest against his wantonly. His answering groan and shifting in the sheets reassures me.
Taking one of his hands shakily in mine, I use it to cup one of my own breasts. He gasps as he touches me through my tee shirt, his thumb automatically grazing across my nipple, making me arch my back, pressing myself towards him.
"Faye…"
"Jimmie…please…please touch me…" I beg softly, kissing him again.
His hand roams from one breast to the other before his lips leaves mine, making me gasp, then making me moan out loud as he drops it to my breast, mouthing my breast through the thin material.
"Oh god…" I whisper as he continues, one hand sliding under my shirt and against my skin, making me shiver.
"Are you sure?" He asks huskily, stopping all movements. "Because I don't think I can stop if we…"
"I'm sure."
I'm very, extremely, absolutely sure.
"Well, then. I'm sure you're wearing too many clothes, and so am I." I can almost hear his grin in the dark and I giggle as he struggles to remove whatever clothes we are both wearing.
His skin against mine, his hands on my body…
This is what making love should be.
His fingers dip between us, touching me more intimately than I have ever felt, his mouth still fused to my skin, gently sucking and nipping at me, his hands roaming over me…
And when he finally lays across me, slides inside me, I can't help the tears that leak from my eyes and roll onto the pillow beneath me.
"Faye…" He breathes against my lips. "Faye…"
And as I cry out in release, I realize that this is where I belong.