I fell in Love With Mickey Mouse
(literally)
Chapter #
47
Pressure beyond
belief,
If you knew what was going on inside of me, you wouldn't try
to kiss me. I
thought. I felt bewildered, like I was high. I couldn't think
straight, and Rogers words had me on top of the world.
"Roger please," I begged again
"Shh...just, tell me," He whispered
"Tell, me when to stop-" His lips embraced
mine.
Slow and smooth, like an injection, a candle melting. Melting, on
my freaking body and pulling me under. His hands were gliding up
and down my back pulling my shirt up and down with each glide.
I had goosebumps on my thighs. This felt great, but, I
didn't like where it was headed.
"Sto-" As soon as he heard me speak he yanked my
body towards his causing me to gasp.
"Did you say something?" He smirked.
I took a deep breath and tried again.
"I want you to-" My voice was cut off by his
bitter soft kiss.
His raspy fingers dug deep into my flesh as he spun me around and
banged my body against the wall. His hands gracefully slid down
my ribs and curled around my hips like claws of an eagle. His
head shifted back as he scanned my body. He was out of breath,
just, like, me. I could feel his fiery eyes burning my face, I
couldn't look up. I was scared, things have never gone this
far with him and I
just didn't know what to do.
"What did you want me to do?" He seductivly
whispered.
I closed my eyes praying that he would walk away.
"I'm waiting for an answer miss." He whispered
"Please," I cried
His forehead was against mine agian.
"Please, don't," I begged
He felt the pain in my voice, I could tell because his hands were
no longer tight claws grasping my hips and the fire in his eyes
light out. All power is within the tongue, that was true. My
words, they could either make or break him at this moment. I
looked at his face and the guilt, shame and embarresment was
appearent.
"Stop..." I finished.
He revealed an evil cricked smile, and that smile spat at my face
sucking every bit of sanity. His eyes were screaming 'I want
you' and mine, mine were probably doing the same thing. He
snuck close and kissed me again. I held his neck and he carried
me to his room. Suddenly I felt terrified, was he getting
ready to do what I thought he was going to do?
"Roger.."
"Don't flatter your self, we're going to watch
movie." He answered
"But, I thought you.."
"You thought wrong. I'm not ready, and your certainly
not ready." He giggled.
I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Well that's fine by me." I said
We sat on his bead and flicked the channels looking for a good
movie to watch. Roger decided to stop on Titanic. We both
loved that movie. Who didn't? It was a classic and probably
the best romance movie in history. But, now...it was only a
painful reminder of Michael.
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永久* · 1 decade ago
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Michael :(