His pulse is racing, on the inside of my mouth, vibrating my lips, traveling down my throat and filling my body, pulsating inside of me. We are rising and whirling and blending, becoming one. His heartbeat is mine, mine is his.
Year 1988, wonderful times when nobody heard about the cell phones. They can be useful, especially when you are in trouble. But sometimes, even when your car breaks down, there can come something good out of it. ...
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Tell me, please, how am I supposed to focus on anything when I have such a distracting story right in front of me? Straight after reading this chapter my brain was flooded with a million of incoherent thoughts revolving around Duff and Izzy. Girl, seriously, when I follow Duffy's trait of thoughts, I sink into his character and in a way identify with him so deeply I cannot differ where this word ends and the one presented beginns. And because I'm very responsive to the charm of the night as well... *gasps* The chapter was beautiful. Emotional. Poetic too. And yeah, they gave in to it finally! ;)
As always, impatiently waiting for the next sapid part to come. ;* —Cleevleen, for therealgloria's I Want to Rock Your Gypsy Soul
Very, very sweet and romantic. I love bashful Junior! :> —raygun, for appetiteformegadeth's Sweeter Than Honey
This was the very first piece of your writing I ever read, actually. It will always be special for that reason, but even without the nostalgia factor this is a fine story. It captures the Ritchie that I like to imagine he is and I'm a fan of the way you describe the alcohol-infused, childish, somewhat angelic and naive Gillan. They did have a dark relationship, and the mood of the story is perfect. —Ravendark, for Nexus's Into The Fire