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Six minutes later. -S. Six minutes later

Agony twisted thoughts followed one, and again inside my head. Gorged, desperate, filled into its vortex, in this tortuous wait seemed eternal. The latter was succeeded with a gross rate, tense, I was now immersed in the viscous sea of pitch time. Arrested him, in the anxieties and my hands in hers, my fantasies, my desires, my thoughts captured most immoral with my hands on it all began, sinuous dance revolved around their wells wormwood and died in the blackened center of each iris. Even lay my head out of his own, unwilling to see the possibility of outright defeat etched on their absinthe eyes, and yet could still see them etched on my eyelids fatuous fire, lightning, glaucous depths in the midst of utter darkness. Tense and expectant, and even in the likelihood of failure, the pale, timid idea of withdrawal, even more frightening than any sort of scorn, hovering, waiting.

However, I should have expected a new spell from his lips, without requiring perhaps the vain need the slightest contact with the mine to cause deeper relief to my suffering. It was just him, his essence and sweet spells hidden under what sentences incited fan the flames that consumed me. It was time, place, and above all, was him. Was I ever would seize the poignant melancholy that night when diluted in that desperate pitch needles and tic tacs , when your body and mine were together only a mark on her bed and groans still pronounced that moment would have been fatal become echoes of the past. Perhaps prudence to recall your side when the king star shine on both bodies frolicking in bed. Both bodies as ours, and yet so alien, so unlike our primitive natures, so spirited essence caged in the confines of those bodies now wanted. Hovering the thousand questions and just maybe now that my mind was eager, without shame, without remorse for the future melancholy. Determined, dared to be torn in pieces for when the dawn will arrive, if it for my intended destination. I still panting after dancing continue the memory of the steps between spells of the sorcerer who I was smooth voice ever section of malicious underworld.

Of course the reality, nevertheless, did not lose its overwhelming strength. I went, winding and rough behind their steps, the unspoken promise of more tense and overwhelmed to stop in front of the huge building that stood before my eyes. He however gave no time for doubt or hesitation to shorter, our feet left the night, blurred view of the envious stars as introduced us to the place and the walls we were locked in their silent facades and attentive ears. The guide tacit Noah did not wait, or is that perhaps my troubled senses too longed evidence. After a few moments, among which are mingled curiosity and eager anticipation, the metal elevator doors opened before my eyes, closing the same way when we had crossed, I felt the ineffable feeling fine to finally leave everything behind to enter a single dimension, new, reflecting layer of which only two people there on the chrome surface and diffuse those doors, formed as candid portrait. Almost fused, one over the other, the row of the smile that his words recorded on my lips transpired camouflaged and dressed in silk. I stopped studying our picture to close my eyes and feel, without seeing him with mortal eyes, I guessed the faint and vague curvature of her mouth, whispering spells on my skin, the unmistakable din of those eyes that last in my memory for everything that this body will be left of earthly existence.
The guide was again necessary because every moment of waiting, every step, my mind is clouded and hindered my movements more frequently. I thought nothing would able to mitigate that sense, nothing could have appeased the anxious beast, until faint clicks through bolt entered the heart of this incredible dimension of furtive lovers.

And there it was, he, concise and yet larger than ever. From the aroma that permeated everything, the mixture of snuff, cologne, timber and coffee. It was a look that I deemed inaccurate, inappropriate to what a room like this deserved. I wanted to hundreds, thousands of eyes to see every tiny detail that gathered with others around me, knowing the path and its indication at that time did not matter at all. I can only say that at that moment of fulfillment imprisoned for a moment his hand firmly on temporary child farewell, and though my feet were hesitant to part with grim and gloom for the eyes, my eyes went all. Each measure absorbed tattooed on the walls, making them play in my head from the most angelic ringing, trembling digits crossed the voluptuous curves of brown figurines on the shelves; color dowry indivisible pair of cats eyes and wormwood -jade, moss and emerald.

drank of it, in its purest, made essence. Of his art, his melodic, soulful passion with butterflies fluttering of the decor. I smiled, realizing how overwhelming and irretrievable moment and looking toward the silent figure that all would have seen perhaps in bewilderment, and perhaps, hopefully, understanding everything just to see the wonder permeated my eyes, I approached him, the haven of his arms, the attachment of the wells of absinthe.
- I am in you. whispered with breathless anxiety, taking my hands beautifully chiseled face as he announced the most exciting news .- In your world, your soul is gathered in this room. And cries, is not it? I groaned the words enchanted by closing my eyes, forehead leaning on her chin, my soul listening to yours: - cries again and again. -immersed in that moment, troubled breathing and senses, cried quietly as: "Noah, Noah" missing his name in the shelter of their walls.
was that, the perfect moment, the only shelter I could find that night to the distress of my soul, eager hands wrinkled folds of the silken shirt, leaving her face and stick to it. Backwards, from vibrant silent steps, I urged him to follow a path littered with a hesitant dance: - Lead me, my hunter. exclaimed, melting honey and wormwood of our eyes in that second desired. Although I was, a pesar de la avispada vacilación, quien nos pilotaba a ambos por el camino indicado con premura anteriormente, hasta toparnos con la puerta de la recámara: roble que emanó poderío albergado tras él; era la luminosa sensación de aquellos brazos, de sus faros glaucos, lo que buscaba retener por siempre.- Y no me sueltes.

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Chips at Sunset ~

Potatoes Sunset

HyunMy > HyunJoong x Emy

The sun peeked its strong rays on the beach. She watched the sun set once more near the shore. It was the best view of the sunset. She sat on a rock embedded in the dense sand as a mole on the skin.

A cold can of soda was near his face, turned and tin was supported by a hand which in turn was connected to the body a handsome, slim boy. His smile said 'take it' and she nodded and thanked him.

He sat beside her on the big rock and both looking like the sun shining and the breeze gently beating, were connected by a shared sigh. Their eyes met, hers flushed, it's smiling.

• HyunJoong ssi ~ - called - Pass the potatoes.

• Emy .. I think we've run out of potatoes - he said.

She turned

your head to see if it was true and so he took over his lips taste of cola.

Made by this elf (:

~ * ~ 01/06/1911
Short made the first of the year:)
Why short? That was, in part, forced ...
My sister gave me a card and I gave him this fic. I always go out winning 8D

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The pain is accompanied by the inspiration ...



I

here. You
there.
I thinking alone. You
thinking company.
I dreaming in my bed with you. You
dreaming, she in your bed.
I look forward to kiss you. You
kissing her.
I believe that I would not mind.
you think does not matter.
I show a smile of "all clear"
I turn and I still think that to believe it. You smile
that all is well, take your hand and nothing has happened.

And nothing happened. ... And then I edit

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[NCIS] Same time, next year

Title: Same Time, Next Year
Characters: Abbigail Borin, Leroy Jethro Gibbs
Warnings: Spoilers of Jurisdiction 7x18, 8x11 Ships in the Night
Rating: all public
Author Notes: These two are too much for my muses. I could not pass up the opportunity!
As always my beta has been sara_f_black

"Next year at the same time?"

Gibbs smiled to hear him say that. A slight smile, almost imperceptible for which there were very attentive and knew the reason for this gesture. Before he left, he offered one last gift.

"Borin ... thanks!" - And stayed to see her leave, still smiling.

several hours had passed since that. Gibbs walked tinkering in the living room when he heard the door.

"You're late" - said without even turned to see who it was.

"Change me to Omagi McGee and I promise that next time I'll be on time" - she replied in a tone of exasperation.

"No knock on my computer. You know the deal" - approached her, kissed her on the cheek and gave her a beer Borin gladly accepted.

"Sure, it's easy for you say. It's one of your kids "- he said sitting comfortably on the couch.

Gibbs sat beside her, leaving her to accommodate in his chest. Clinked with bottles of beer and took them to his mouth to give you a drink time. Without saying a word. It was not necessary.

all started shortly before trial in the case of Jensen. They had to meet to ensure that all strands of the case were tied. After a grueling night of proofreading, Borin had offered him a beer.

"Unless you think your reputation will be affected by being seen around with a CGIS agent" - had challenged.

"My reputation has survived worse, "- he answered, smiling at the redhead.

spent several hours sharing drinks at a bar. Speaking of pointless things. Especially from an old play that she seemed to delight you. Anything that was not working.

Weeks later, without warning he sent an SMS with a simple phrase "next year at the same time?". Gibbs did not know what had prompted him to send that message, but the fact that she got it. That night in the same place, this woman appeared fascinated.

Over time, the evening went to his house. More comfort and less people. Sometimes they talked, discussed other and others were just as now, quietly enjoying each other's company. Even a couple of times, had ended in the bedroom. Neither was it clear that even meant for each other. But one thing was certain: Abigail Borin was not going to get rid of him so easily.

FIN.