TITLE: Smoke Signals
AUTHOR: Lara Means
ARCHIVE: NO to Gossamer, Spookys; I'll submit directly to both. YES to Ephemeral. Anywhere else, please ASK. I'll say yes; I just like to know where the kids are at the end of the day.
DATE POSTED: 01/07/02
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. Heck, I don't even own my name. It all belongs to 20th Century Fox. No infringement intended.
SUMMARY: The view from across the parking garage.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for the Harem's 155-word challenge.
written by Lara Means
My God. Look at him.
The years have been kind. He's still incredibly attractive.
I wonder, is his hair as soft as it was then? And his lips?
How well I remember those lips... trailing kisses down my neck, up my thigh... his hands caressing me as those lips set me on fire...
He was always such an enigma to me then. Brilliant, of course. Passionate, certainly. But emotionally needy.
But oh so generous in bed. Always attending to my desires before his own. Not like Malcolm. Malcolm, who hardly waits for me to get off at all.
What would it be like to be with him again, to wrap my legs around his slim waist, to feel his mouth on my breast, his fingers digging into my flesh...
Giving him up was a mistake. Had I played it differently, I could've persuaded him to stay in England.
Perhaps now... Wait.
Who's the little redhead?
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