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[Shadow Andrew Davenport]

lay me down, come to me don't give in

Nothing felt better than having Julia Brayden want him. Seriously want him. The girl he was crazy about actually equivocally returning the fast-paced chase… Who had ever heard of that? He must be the luckiest man in the world. A two years’ absence truly made the heart grow fonder, not to mention desperately clingy. Mentally, he cleaved to the young woman beside him, pondering with apparent, nervous anticipation how to go about solidifying their bond- his confidence was by character high, but he wanted to be everything she wanted. It wasn’t a matter of self-consciousness. He needed Lia’s satisfaction at the night’s events, he craved her happiness. A small, sheepish grin tugged at the corner of his lips, which were still burning from earlier contact. If given the chance he probably would have set the seats back and well…had his way with her there, but he strongly protested against such crude, quick, adolescent methods. No, he had to be romantic.

He did not mind wooing her. It was the waiting that got on his nerves. With just a glance, she knew how to captivate him mind, body, and heck, for the romantics out there, soul- desire, love, commitment, they were all present in her light brown iris. She was torturing him when she did that. Looked at him that way. Touched him this way. Even the most subtle movement had his hairs on end, and the more she even breathed the shorter his patience got. There were goosebumps on his hand he tried to dismiss from where she had kissed him. To make the time go by faster, he focused his attention on the road, a difficult task in itself, one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently squeezing Lia’s palm.

She had him stumbling about like an ‘amateur’, as if he’d never been kissed in his entire life. Though the road before him was plain, old gravel lit up by slightly fogged headlights, he could easily keep his eyes on it by picturing his love, her glowing skin, what she looked like underneath her clothes. Not the most careful driver at this time. He was clearly over the speed limit, always switching lanes to pass slower, more leisurely vehicles, and dodging longer routes at all costs. She hadn’t been to his house either. That would be something new to talk about. It was just about right for someone his age, in a relatively new, quiet neighborhood out of the way of things, a suburban threshold full of sleepy families with young children who crowded the streets to play after school. He thought it would be a good place to raise a family, and so, the quaint three bedroom home was his.

As they entered the neighborhood, Shadow allowed himself to steal a glance at his beautiful girlfriend; a nervous, happy tension in his throat preventing him from articulating exactly what he felt. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful. She was amazing and he never wanted to lose her again. He would do anything for her. Instead, the look in his soft, hazel eyes portrayed all of this and more, bearing into her own with such force and focus one would either think he was about to kill her or he was madly in love. Shadow eased up on the accelerator for the sake of his neighbors, taking a few turns further into the subdivision before stopping at the end of the street with two large oak trees. The lawn was well-kept but devoid of any other sort of foliage or gardening save for what all of the homes came with, a few thick, green bushes in the front window.

The moon had already risen to replace the sun, and it was deep enough into night that the pearly white glow had descended upon the earth, bathing everything in an ethereal slumber. It was quiet, the street was absent of any lights save for a few porches, and a few stars could be seen. He wasted little time from the moment he pulled into the driveway. Trying to be casual about it, he coordinated his every moment, making sure he didn’t have to fumble around for his keys when they got to the door, and leading Lia by hand into the living room. The home was comfortable and nicely furnished, and surprisingly clean for a man of his age. The white-washed walls aside, everything from the microfiber couch to the dining room table had a sort of dark color-scheme about it. The table legs were black and the top was glass, a modern feel. The only thing that stood out was a wall of photos in the kitchen; primarily of family, and some friends, not to exclude a few of Lia from two years back. Shadow shrugged his shoulders, gesturing a tour of the place, “Well, this is it,” he spoke in a soft, low tone, almost a whisper, as if there were people there sleeping. The bashful smile was still there, unable to be erased. Closing the distance between them, he gently removed his hand from her grasp, and placed them on both sides of her hips, pressing his forehead against hers. He had a hopeful look about him, gazing into her eyes one last time before he took a deep breath and closed the distance between their lips, slyly gliding his tongue over the inside of her mouth.

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[Julia Angeline Brayden]

Close your eyes and surrender,

to your darkest dreams.Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar.And you live as you've never lived before. Lia returned the slight squeeze when she felt the tiny amount of pressure on her own hand. She took a quick glance in his direction only to see him focused on the road. She gave a small smile and continued her staring contest with the windshield. She was certain that they both knew that if they glanced at each other at the same moment they probably wouldn't even make it to his house. No. Lia wanted this to be at least a little bit normal. Heck, she hadn't had the feel of his hands running over her body in over to years and their reverent kisses just moments ago had her body tingling, wanting more, craving more. He was the only person in a long time that made her heart and body sing, and she wasn't about to let go. As Shadow weaved throughout the early evening traffic she couldn't help but grin. He was as eager as she was, if not more. She found herself longing for the moment that they would be together, in the most intimate way possible. She bit down on her lip as she felt his gaze flicker across her face. Closing her eyes for a brief moment, she allowed herself to take a deep breath, inhaling deeply and letting the air rush past her lips. She knew he was looking back at the road when they entered his neighborhood and he slowed down the tiniest bit. Lia bit down slightly on her lower lip, something she did when she got nervous. She wasn't sure why she was nervous. Maybe it had something to do with the man sitting beside her. Or perhaps because they were almost at his place, about to engage in something not fit for young ears. Whatever it was, Lia was getting impatient. Lia found her heart was beating rather erratically when they pulled into his drive way. To distract herself, she took a look around his front yard and at the front of his house. It was...quaint to say the least. It was so Shadow but not. Confusing really. It had a homey look to it and Lia could see herself being quite comfortable there. Shadow wasted no time. In under a minute he had parked his car, gotten out and was now opening her door. Lia stepped out and closed the door behind her before he grabbed her hand and lead her to the front door. In no time at all they were standing in his living room. Now this was more like him. Sure, it was rather clean and neat for a man as young as he was, but, Lia remembered, he was always clean like that. He was usually the one who would pick up after her, muttering the whole way about how messy she was. The corner of Lia;s mouth turned up into a half smile at her memories, and the smile grew when she glanced at the photos he had hanging on the wall. She felt her heart jolt slightly at the few that had her in them. He hadn't forgotten about her. In that one sense anyway. She looked back at Shadow when he spoke. She turned in time to see him gesture around his place. “Well, this is it,” His voice was barely above a whisper and she wanted to respond, but couldn't find her voice. Instead,. she just kept her gaze intently upon his face. Lia stood still as he moved towards her, her hand twitching in an attempt to reach out to him. When she felt his hands settle warmly on either side of her waist, it almost undid her. Before she could react, his lips were upon hers once again and Lia found herself returning his passion almost tenfold. Wrapping her arms around his neck Lia allowed one hand to run through Shadows hair, marveling at the silky softness if gave. Feeling his tongue glide over her lower lip, Lia deepened the kiss, giving him access to her. And soon...soon she would give him access to all of her. She pulled him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him against her. Lia was starting to get annoyed at the fabric that separated them, and started to pull almost angrily at Shadows shirt. When the hem was high enough to satisfy her for the moment, Lia let her free hand roam over the contours of his back, marveling at how smooth his skin was, almost hot to the touch. Unwilling as she was to break their embrace, Lia had to. She didn't want to get into anything too heavy right there in the middle of the living room, visible to anyone who decided they wanted to look into his living room window. Instead she pulled herself only a fraction of an inch apart, her lips still barely caressing his." So, Mr. Davenport. Where shall we go now?" she hadn't meant to speak so low, but her voice came out husky, a cross between a whisper and a groan.