" like a princess, perched in her electric chair., Tag: Tal (M) possible mature content

[talullah jay simmons]

and i'm running to you baby
you are the only who saved me
that’s why i’ve been missing you lately
cause you make it real for me
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Breathe… breathe… breathe… The words were strong inside her head; she didn’t
know what was making her producing more carbon dioxide than the intake of
oxygen into her body; the way he reacted or his actions after she had whispered
clearly of those three words. As hard as her mind tried to obey, her body refused.
Stupid, stupid. She needed air into her lungs damn it, not some stupid silly dread.
And Daniel was quick to answer, even though silently, she knew he wanted what
she wanted. His stiff body gave a clear sign, but she wasn’t sure she could handle
any more of his awfully sturdy chest. He was forcing the air out of her! And as
corny as this sound, she likes it. Too much. He carried her to his bedroom; giving
a sure caress of his lips on her may be sweating forehead, her body shuddering in
a passionate manner in return. Self-control was something she was lacking right
now, actually, she had been lacking it since the day she left to London and met
Delphi. He was so certain of what he was doing; his hands professionally dimmed
the lights as if he had done this routine before -- Talullah denied the thought of
with some other foreign girl to come into her head, if she was going to do this, she
needed to give him her trust -- and as usual, her conscious was kicking in the fact
that she was letting her idiocy conquer her, making her feel as if she wasn’t sure if
she wanted what she had said now. She kept her face blank and scared; he didn’t
have to know the hesitant part of her right now. He’ll turn back, and she’ll regret
it. A major part of her wanted this; her body already releasing heat involuntarily.

Talullah didn’t want to look at him, she was scared if that she might find an alien
expression or something. Instead she focused on other vital things, like trying to
breathe evenly, and eventually she felt his powerful arm against the thin fabric of
her red dress, feeling a little faint, she leaned her head slowly on his shoulder and
wound her arms around his neck as a support, a question popping up in her head:
Was she really ready? If she could barely stand this, could she handle it when it
happened? Soon enough she could feel the material of his bed beneath her, and
found his hungry gaze. The gaze of a famished lion when it was ready to attack its
prey; patient, skilled, breathtaking. She narrowed her eyes, trying in a pathetic
attempt to read anything in that gaze, clearly failing. She wasn’t going to lie now,
she was nervous; this was just all too new to her, despite that she had done this
thing before with him long ago. It was like being a walking dead on the face of the
Earth for four years, only to be given back her life and soul when she found him.
Talullah had set her mind stubbornly, she wanted this. Yes. She wasn’t going to
take back her words, and if he was going to do it for her, honestly, she’d be greatly
disappointed. Wasn’t he the one who was so impatient to get in her pants earlier
today? Wasn’t he the one who she had felt a dark need in that small capsule? Why
would he be hesitating? Okay, maybe he was nervous as well, it was a one in a
million chance that they would meet each other again after what had happened.
She couldn’t blame him for that; she was feeling the same thing. Reluctance.

But he won’t be able to see that, her face was still too poker-face to enable him to
read anything beyond it. Carefully he lowered his head to meet his lips with the
low spot under her jaw, her eyes turning bright with eager, hungry, a slow rumble
groaned at the spot below her tummy, audible to only her. How embarrassing it
would be if he could hear it. He didn’t really need to know how he can make that
kind of thing happen to her. No need to boost his already so cocky ego. He broke
the contact, to take off his shirt and top, only to reveal his hard chest and to-die-
for abdomen. Fluidly Talullah moistened her lips and bit the lower part, a habit
she had since forever, a dirty image probed into her ‘innocent’ mind. In his try to
keep himself over her so that they wouldn’t be in body-contact so much, she felt a
slight press of his body. Before she could focus on anything else, he fastened his
lips with hers, another audible only to her rumbling came, but he pulled away,
again leaving her breathless. Sheesh! He should really stop doing that. And then
there was that flash on an unnamed look in his eyes, she wondered what it was.
“Are you sure about this?”A devilish smile curved the corner of her neutral
lips, she wanted to laugh at him and say light-heartedly, ‘You could have said that
before you ripped open your shirt, you know. Haha. Too late now, Danny,’ and
then grab him greedily, kissing him passionately like she would when she was
still young. She wished she could say that now, but she’ll ruin the burning intense
in the room, she preferred it untouched. Should she speak? No… definitely not.

She reached her arms up to his chests, feeling the texture and the impulse when
her skin touched his that was sent down of the back of her spine, her eyes tracing
every curve and lines and worked its way up to his neck, his chin, his lips and her
breath caught at her throat when her blue thirsty stare reached his eyes. Talullah
was calculating the chances of her and him being in this situation again. This was
just really rare, and the next time they meet, it probably wouldn’t be the same. It
was probably going to be a lot more awkward; she needed to hit it when it’s still
hot. Either way she was going to take her chances of getting hurt, this little selfish
greed in her had already lasted too long, the lioness have had enough with being
patient. She needed to be fed, she wasn’t going take anymore of the big lion’s
hesitance. If he was going to continue this act of reluctance, Talullah swore to
herself quietly. She didn’t like being played around. He wasn’t supposed to make
her feel like this. Any male shouldn’t make any girl feel like this. It was fine if they
get the boys all hot and bothered, the girls know they’ll live. But women are just
so different. When they wanted something, they have to have whatever it is, and
Talullah knew she had to stop him from insulting her ego anymore or he’ll be just
like those other piece of shitbag she had met after him, and that’d be a shame,
because she really really liked Daniel. No, she loved Daniel. And that feeling was
hard to miss in her clear blue eyes. She was heating up in many ways, her breath
getting shallower by the minute but she was going to force herself to say it. “Yes.”

[daniel benjiman stevens]

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Danny shuddered at the thought of waking up in the morning to an awkward silence. He wasn't sure he could handle that, at all. So of course he wanted to be sure that this is what she wanted. They were both adults, both sober. No use in beating around the bush and forcing yourself on someone who isn't really into the situation. However, Tal was an honest woman, and Danny had never known her to lie. (Maybe to run away, but never to lie.) He smiled down at her slowly as she spoke, drawing his lips down onto hers, his arms wrapping around her waist as the bed sagged slightly under their weight. Slowly he reached for the lightswitch at the side of his headboard (convenient, huh?) and turned the lights lowers, checkng to make sure his drapes were down over his windows. Then he drew her up into his arms slowly and brought his hands into her hair as he kissed her. His jeans were still on, albeit unbuttoned. Those wouldn't last long, not with this kind of excitement! Daniel huffed after breaking the kiss, reaching around her body so that he could pull her oppressive dress off!

When he didn't find a zipper at the back, or a clasp of any sorts, he became frustrated. An animal growl rumbled low in his throat. Frustration! Get your damn clothes off! Danny unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and then run his tongue over his lower lip slowly. This was making him look stupid. This dress. So instead he pushed her back down onto the bed and shielded her escape with his broad shoulders and lean chest. Slowly he leaned down, pressing his lips to her throat, then her chin, and then finally her lips- all the while working his hands against the skirt of her dress. Feeling at first a silky knee, then a creamy thigh- and then, hips! His heart shrieked in his chest. Had it been so long that she could still send him into near cardiac arrest? Either way, the feeling made Daniel take in a sharp breath. "Wow..." He whispered, blinking as he tried to collect his thought accordingly, and in some sort of coherent order. The things she did to him!

Sex was always a fun little activity that Daniel sometimes (okay, frequently) took part in. He wasn't unattractive, and he was young, but he was safe. Protection was important! No use in catching herpes or AIDS or any of the incurable crap that everyone would stare at you for. So as he lay there with this beautiful woman, with his hands up her dress, sliding it up- he thought about how he should break this for a moment so that he could be just a little better prepared. Shit. "Just- wait one second Kitty, please?" He slid away slowly, and then bounced off the bed in a truly comic fashion, booking it into the bathroom. It was only a few minutes before he emerged again, a little less comfortable, but a little more at ease. "Alright, sorry." A light smirk spread across his face as he made his way back over to the bed, climbing back on- heart racing. Reachng for the rest of her dress, his fingers played with the fabric. "That's it..." He breathed, his hands grabbing her around the waist again, pulling her up. "Take the damn thing off." His voice was a little hoarse, but he wasn't being harsh with her. Gentle, really. Though it was a demand, it came out as more of a request. He started pulling the dress up- over her head, watching her golden hair tumble down. Daniel bit down on his lower lip. "Christ..."

ooc/ sorry this is so short, but i didn't want to take up so much of the action that you had no room to reply. xP I wanted to give you something to write about without stealing.

[talullah jay simmons]

when everybody's talking
in words i don't understand
you've got to be the only one
who knows just who i am
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Daniel was being reluctant; she could tell it through the way he asked. But that
didn’t bother her. He should be, and hell, she was too. Though nothing showed
through her poker bordering to wild face, Talullah was glad that he responded
well to her answer. She was glad how he responded to her answer. Usually she
wouldn’t be able to even get away with it! Thanks to her best friend that took her
out clubbing every Friday night, she was able to deceive people usually in the
smallest amount of effort. Just a little touch, and a seductive whisper, that was all
it takes to make a man drop to his knees and beg for her to take him. With Daniel,
she had to work a little more to make it look convincing. Of course, nevertheless
Talullah never done it to other men when she had learned the power she gained,
and cruel was an understatement. Not only to her, but to the person she cast it
on. But with Daniel, pleasure was replaced. She loved the way he always seemed
so vulnerable when she did that, it sent her throat bubbling with giggles. Sure,
she’ll get whatever every other little slut wanted when she did it to other guys;
and then again, she wasn’t the type to be like that. She always believed that
Daniel will only be the one she could do it with, even till her dying day. She was
convinced it was so. Her last encounter with her third, now ex-boyfriend was not
a happy one. A daylight nightmare, if only she could turn back time and stop
herself from getting involved with such a hideous creature. The only one bastard
who developed her fear of cockroaches, and other intimidating looking men.

---

The silver Volvo pulled over the parking lot on the East wing, engine purring like
a content little kitten., his little pride and joy. “That was a nice dinner.” She
said over the sudden silence, trying to leave quickly. She’s breaking up with him.
This guy was worst than a warthog. “I’ll come over tomorrow and tutor you
again.” She was just being polite now; there was no way on Earth or in Hell she
could go over to his place ever again. Disgusting! Dirty clothes strewn all over his
house, and she could even smell a dead rat in there too. He was a very spoilt brat
indeed. Even D- she cringed. She couldn’t say his name. Even he wasn’t as nasty
as this gagging maker guy. Thank God Talullah was able to make him take her out
to the diner in town, and stayed there to study instead of having to go back to the
awful place she’s ever been to. “I don’t want a tutor, Lulu.” His voice was
hinting something, something very horrible, but somehow she was being a sloth
tonight. She wasn’t catching on. “What do you want then?” Her voice still nice
and warm, but full of wonder. This is starting to sound all wrong. She should get
out of this stupid car! But her body refused to make a move. He started to inch a
little bit closer, staring her up and down with a menacing gaze, a smile crept his
face, just as his chubby hands crept up her skirt. Her body shivered involuntary, a
defensive reflex it does whenever she felt like she was in danger. “I want you,”
he said, his coarse hands crawling up her thigh, caressing. Talullah’s eyes widen
in surprise just as he said those words. Oh dear… oooh dear. This was not good.

“I’m sorry... but I can’t let you have that.” She pushed away his hand from
her leg; she decided that she wasn’t going to put up with this pig anymore,
opening the door and slamming it shut behind her. “Stay away from me you
fool!” Her voice broke. Anyone can plainly tell that she was panicking. “Aw,
now don’t be like that, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you,” she heard him
say while she struggled to find the keys in her backpack. A slam of the door told
her that he was out of his car now; he caught up with her before she could reach
her dorm. She was locked dead, she struggled to free her wrist from his awfully
big and sweaty hand, but he was just too strong. Without much free will, she was
backed up against the wall in the area behind the building, a secluded area. She
could smell his potent breath! Ew, full of nicotine and tar and whatever the hell
substances that they put in a cigarette, mixed with beer. He was drunk! Talullah
met his hungry and impatient gaze, and was scared when she saw that one flash
in his eyes. Suddenly, before she could do anything, his sticky and rough tongue
stroked her cheek, and she shuddered in disgust. Tears brewed over her eyelids,
she couldn’t do anything else. She might as well give up and surrender. FIGHT
HIM FOR GOD’S SAKES! She was composed now. No, she was more than that.
Adrenaline rushed into her petite body, and she smacked him with as much force
as she can when his face drew closer to hers. “You- you just stay away!” With
brutal force, she forced him away, ran, locking the door and fell down crying.

---

Daniel broke her off from her little ugly reminisce, sending her back down the
bed after unsuccessfully trying to take her dress off while kissing her. To think
she wouldn’t notice. She laughed mentally at that, he is so cute! And to cover up
his failure, he forced pressure with his lips, her eyes went wide with excitement
when it was at her throat, and closed when it reached her lips. She kissed him
back, biting tenderly at his lips, famished. Talullah let his hand roam free in her
dress; she loved the texture of his hands. The gentle yet demanding force it held.
Lulu shivered again once his hands working its way up and abruptly stopped
when at her hips. “Wow…” If she could nod her head, she would. Daniel excused
himself, probably to put on the precaution. She giggled, and tried to recollect her
thoughts before the whole stupid flashback happened. Somehow, Daniel wasn’t
intimidating. He looked like one to the people around him, excluding his parents
of course, but not to Talullah. He had this some sort of an invisible magnet on
him, and she was willingly to do whatever he asked. She was stuck to him like
glue, and when they separated, it became hard for her. Stupid ideas sometimes
probed into her mind, she couldn’t live without him, but God birthed in her some
patience, and gratefully she never did whatever the things the devil had spoken
into her ears for her to do. As soon as Daniel was out of sight, she unzipped the
zipper at her side, a small amused smile crawling to her face, remembering how
feral he looked when he couldn’t find anything that would make the dress loose.

She decided she’ll give him some convenience; it was easier to pull off the dress
off when the zipper is down. Maybe wearing the dress wasn’t a good idea. With
her legging off -- she did that when she was in the bathroom, and hid it in her
shoe -- it was a lot more faster to take the fabrics off of their bodies. She knew it
tortured Danny to have to fail taking off a girls’ clothes, thankfully she decided
only to wear her undies. There’s no need to make the boy work harder than he
already should, no? Hopefully he won’t rip it. Really, it was from Victoria Secret!
Daniel came shuffling back on the bed after a few moments, and Talullah was
eager to see him, and his wonderful abdomen. Again, he tried to take her dress
off, and when he failed again, he ordered her to take it off, in a soft manner. She
could feel the impatience in him, and when the dress slid off, coldness instantly
swept over her body. “Christ…” he word, absorbing the image in front of him.
She didn’t want to know how she looked to him right now; he tends to make
everything slow when he does that. “Oh come on, Danny.” Her patience was
too, growing thin. He should be grateful that she wasn’t whiney as of yet. He was
taking this thing damn too long! She took the length that was between them, her
lips soft yet urgent on his. She missed him too much. Her breasts pressed hard on
his chest and with deliberate slowness, she moved her lips to the corner of his
jaw, licking it, and then nibbling his earlobe. Mmm, soft, tender. Fire burned her
veins again; instantly she arched her body towards him, a welcoming gesture.

( haha, yeah. i was blank at the moment. plus, i didn’t want her to scare him. too late now. ;D )

[daniel benjiman stevens]

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Daniel wasn't sure what to do- turn and run from the situation, or follow through like a real man and totally jump into the sheets with his ex-girlfriend from highschool. He took in a slow breath, his hands possesively set on her waist, his breathy demeanor enough to express his excitement. Even through his sincerest attempt, Daniel could not get himself to move quickly like he would of with any other tramp off the street. No. Talullah was the only memory he was undecided on. There had always been a big part of him who'd wanted to forget, and the other half that wanted to cherish her face for the rest of his life. So many struggles inside. So many attempts to wipe her clean from his soul. Yet he'd remained stained. Stained by her love, and now he was about to commit himself to the same damn cycle. The same cycle that could kill him all over again. This was the main reason for Danny's trepidation. This flighty, beautiful, suddenly-bold young woman so close in his arms. Daniel paused, his eyes frozen solid with their icy sheen. Make a decision Dan. Sleep with the woman you loved for so long, and become a slave to your heart all over again- or; walk away and demand a fast friendship before things blow out of control. Listen to your brain for once, not your dick.

It wasn't just the fact that Daniel was all hot and bothered that kept him from thinking clearly- it was also the fact that she was right god-damned there! Ready, willing. Willing. Daniel ran his tonuge over the inside of his lower lip, his eyebrows furrowing in hesitation. Christ. This was just too much for his poor little heart to take! Right under Talullahs nose, Danny fought an internal battle. Stay. Go. Make up your mind. He took in a deep breath of air- idling for what seemed like forever, when really he was only waiting for a mere 30 seconds. His heart racing, his pants undone, his shirt off- and Tal right there pulling her dress off.... -- Pulling her dress off?! His eyes nearly bulged out of his head there, and as he saw her silky skin, a sharpk intake of breath was all he could offer for a reaction. Her body hadn't changed at all, that was for sure! As for Kitty's personality, she had this brand-spankin-new bold streak in her. Daniel wasn't sure if he liked that or not. One should never tempt a famished lion- especially with a damsel as beautiful as Talullah simmons- Danny would have been frothing at the mouth if he were an animal. Instead, however, he simply gaped- his eyebrows raised dramatically high. "Talullah- dammit." He laughed at last, breaking the tension that had been building up inside of him for so long.

And then she was on top of him- her mouth hot on his lips as her breasts pressed hard against his bare chest. Shivers. Instant electricity jolting madly down his spine. He caught her impact with the strength of his arms, his eyes closing slowly as she pressed her lips passionately against his own. Hot damn! She was impatient! Now he had no choice, she'd basically roped him in right there. With a single fluid movement, Danny wrapped her smooth legs around his waist and spun so that he could lay down. His back hit the matress with a silent thud, and he gripped her thin body with an animal posession. Talullah was a little nymph- a little sprite. Daniel's heart was pounding madly against his ribcage, shrieking for a release. Pulsing angrily inside. His mouth wandered from her lips to the hollow of her jaw, then her throat- neck. His lips pursed and puckered against her silky skin, kissing. Reaching down to his jeans, Daniel pulled the denim down to his ankles, and then kicking them the rest of the way off in a frantic move to prepare. "You're mine, kitty-cat." His arms came back up around her waist, pulling her against him as he arched against her slowly- his lips wandering up her chin and then finally back to homebase.

At this point, Daniel was as armed as he was ever going to be- his heart was racing, his blood was surging in more places than one. Like a ticking timebomb, Danny was toddling on the edge of control and the lack thereof. Reaching down with one arm, he pulled the boxers he was wearing off- and tossed them over the edge of the bed, smirking slightly in the dim bedroom. Okay- so he made the final move to seal the deal, and he wasn't embarassed in the least. Daniel was comfortable enough with his body to be nude around almost anyone. (besides his mother, of course.) Plus, it wasn't like he'd grown anything that Talullah hadn't already seen. Shoving the covers under his body, and then pulling them up over the both of them for security purposes, Dan resumed to reaching up behind Tal's back, unclasping her bra- tossing it aside. Most men probably would have instantly reached for the boobs- that's just what instinct told males to do, right? Daniel simply pulled Kitty closer, his blue eyes softening for the first time in years, changing into dark, weak azure pools. Weakened, childish. Tal had sucessfully melted Danny's freezing gaze with her warmth- her boldness, and her trust in him after a seperation of so long.

There were so many things he wanted to say before this actually happened. So many things he'd wished he could get out, but instead he held inside. The fact that he missed her. The pain he lived with. His questions. Did she hurt as badly as he had? Did she ever sleep with other guys? Were they worth as much as he? All of these pre-meditated inqueries were lost in her lips. Lost in the soft lusciousness they gave to Dan. His right hand slid from her shoulder, to her waist, to the small of her back- and then finally the hem of her panties. His lips pursed open slowly, and he closed his eyes. Climatic event. Right here. Right now. Daniel swallowed, his eyes closing for a moment as he craned his neck upward- his lips pressing tightly against hers, spearing his tongue into her mouth as he eased the lengerie down...down...down... His stomach leaped, and he sighed heavily through his nose. The beast released. Primal desire unleashed at it's strongest level. Daniel wrapped his arms gently around Talullah, paused- and then spent a moment torturing himself with one last moment of hesitation- just to bring the tension to a passionate high. It was all about keeping things interesting; and what kind of man would Daniel be if he just 'plunged into the pool', so to speak?

[talullah jay simmons]

you shine it in a distance
i hope i can make it through
cuz the only place that i want to be
is right back home with you
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Had there ever been one word that was on Talullah’s mind since she first laid her
eyes on Daniel, it was something clear that no other woman should do to him.
She claimed him as hers a long time before, and now, nothing pleases her more
than to claim him again. Seduce. Any female would admit it that he was far too
sexy for his own good. His dark brown mane, baby blue eyes, crooked smile…
every single detail of him screamed sex on legs. She wanted his silly rigid body on
hers, so she can stroke her fingers gently to ease up every tense muscle, starting
from his hair to his neck to his chest and all the way down... She could feel his hot
breath, it was tormenting slow on her sensitized skin, but it woke her up from a
flashback of their first night. He ruled then, and because of the ugly image he had
planted in her head the day she left, she was going to take control. She kissed,
licked his cheek, then nuzzled her way down to wet one of his nipples, her hand
leisurely going toward his boxers, till he took it off. She groped his tight ass. Oh
such a sweet, sweet revenge. Talullah let her sapphire gaze take in every inch of
him. Damn him. Such a perfect beast. Adonis. Her Adonis and only hers. If she
wasn’t too heated right now she would ask him to sit and model while she painted
him on canvas, feel the smooth contours of his Hercules strength with the brush
in her hand. No, this contact was far better that that. No more doubts, no more
reluctance. This was her time to shine and if it scared Daniel- well, too bad. He
should well be blamed for having to be the only one. He had made her miserable.

He made everything she ever wanted unclear, and up till this point, there was
only one thing that was alive in her mind. Him. And the amount of longing she’s
been keeping was making her a little edgy. He must have thought her as a whore
but pooh- to hell with that! She was focused on making this comeback the most
memorable to him. As if making time rewound itself and froze to the very first
time they had been alone together in a bedroom. Of making him the one to learn
of pleasure and pain. But don’t think that Talullah was not amazed at how she
can still move so swiftly around a guy when she’s bare. Four bloody long years.
One must be wondering, ‘God, how had she survived?’I guess when you had no
canvas to paint, you can’t touch art. It’s much simpler to say that her muse went
dead when he ‘died’. “You’re mine, kitty-cat,” he said, and she felt the urge to
scratch him like a kitten. But she thought, why hurt him now? That could wait.
She smiled cheekily, moistening and biting her bottom lip like a salving cat when
then -- just for the fun of it -- she rang, “Mrow.” Their lips locked tenderly
together again into a perfect fit, each becoming much hungrier than the last.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, her aunt was tsking at her. She could only
imagine the woman to say something like, ‘What have you got yourself into,
Talullah?’ But she didn’t pay any attention to that, not now anyway, as Daniel’s
hand worked loose of her bra. You really should listen for once. You know that
you’ll get hurt. He’s probably got another and you’re just a toy. You’re too loyal.

---

“You are too loyal, dear.” Aunt Marie said. The old woman had clearly given
up advising her to forget the boy that was destroying her niece’s life. She knew
exactly the words that her aunt was thinking up in that cluttered brain. What was
so special about this Daniel? There were plenty of perfect gentlemen out there in
the world, why that brat male? This conversation had taken place so many times
that she felt like giving up talking about it. What use is it going to give? Daniel
was like a fish never gone bad. A drug. She can’t get over him even she wanted to.
She knew, she tried. It’s been a few years now, and that stupid guy was still in her
stupid mind. Why can’t she be like those other normal girls and love another
when the last one is gone? Oh, that’s right. Firstly, Talullah isn’t normal. And
secondly, she’s looking for ‘till Death do us part’. She didn’t like the groan her
aunt always gives her when she tells her something along the lines. Devastated.
Ugh, see a brain surgeon Talullah, and get your brain working straight! She
rolled her eyes in annoyance to herself, and continued biting the nachos. “Aunt
Marie, you should stop being so concerned about me. I hear it does
good to your health,” she denied subtly; no need to boost the righteousness in
her aunt’s words. Oh, and that’s her ego speaking, right there. Aunt Marie let out
a little harrumph. Obviously she wasn’t satisfied by her answer. “I’m healthy as
a horse. He’s not healthy for you.” True, but she wasn’t going to admit it
out loud. What they had was very special, even if it was a little unhealthy for her.

“I know what’s healthy for me, Aunt Marie,” she retorted back childishly,
munching on another nachos. “Exactly. You know what’s healthy for
you,” the older woman replied, she too picked up a nacho from the bag and
raised an eyebrow at her before eating it. Heavy sarcasm, oh, now she knew
where she inherited that from. “I loved him. He loved me as well. And
when he needed me, I left. Do you think I deserve to forget what I’ve
done?” Talullah was in a trance now, possessed by some supernatural being, a
picture of Daniel flashed in her mind. She couldn’t even hear her aunt inhale. All
was silent in the room. She sighed before speaking again. “He’s my life, Aunt
Marie… Now, it doesn’t really have any meaning anymore.” And it
wasn’t an exaggerated statement either, she was a living zombie without him.
“Oh, enough about your bloody silly love life. If you so loved this
guy, why don’t you get your bum out and-” She didn’t expect it. What was
his problem? She had never whined to him about Daniel, and how excessively
dramatic her life is. Why couldn’t he be the bug that she can ignore and not the
stalking fly on the wall? As much as she tried to throw out the disturbing thought,
and the screaming of his name like “JACK HARRISON!”, he was right. She
should have gone out looking for him than complain and mope around. Why
hadn’t she? She knew she could but, Talullah couldn’t face him. He wouldn’t
forgive her. And she’ll never get her muse to live back. She was good as dead.

---


No… it wasn’t true. It can’t be true. Daniel wasn’t that kind of guy. If she didn’t
know that he still had a little of that love for her in that probably bruised heart,
she wouldn’t have agreed to this. A bruised heart. She wanted to turn and cry and
cry and cry and go through the same routine she had been for the length she had
been separated from her separate half. He knew she was hurt, but she knew he
was hurt too. And they were both hurt because of one absurd reason. They were
emotional. Should they had been together, bond their hands together in their
time of grief and resolve the problem like couples should, but the situation had
suddenly toppled and turned upside-down like dices. No. She’s convinced he
loved her. He still does, so shut up! Fine. If I’m right, I’ll be the one who’ll say I
told you so. Shut up, shut up! His hand moved. It took a while for her to register
where… And desperately wanting to forget about the horrendous conscious, she
moved so it was easier for Daniel to take it and toss the garment away. She wasn’t
going to give her two wits about being naked in a bed with a boy she once lost
anymore. Just come what may. His length was clear against her skin now, and
she shifted so that he would be on top again. Talullah was really clueless on how
to go when she was. “Daniel…” she breathed out between kisses, but it was
unmistakable. Soft, weak, and vulnerable. It was almost like a purr, a hidden
begging for him to be gentle. Her heart started to thump faster, and she silently
thanked him for the scanty light. For the first time in years, she was really scared.