GW 500 #28 ~ Sixty Minutes
Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2004 2:21 pm
Sixty Minutes: A GW 500 Chalange
Rating R
Author: Engrish Spy
Word Count: 500 (Give or take two words)
A/N: This is for all of you guys out there. Beck your Timing insperation led me to write a quick lemon and one that most fans will hate me for but hey I love the couple. Tee Hee. On with the show.
A brush of a hand, a caress of the cheek and I was worried about the time. I hadn?t meant to let this happen but it did. As he brushed his hands up and down my torso, I let those thoughts fly out the window.
We had only been sitting on the jet for more then two minutes when I found my lips literally glued to his. It was very disorienting and very bad of him to do this when there were flight attendants merely two steps away. This was supposed to be a short flight, only one hour.
It was only five minutes into the flight that I heard him mummer those words every girl longs to hear. I Need You. Three little words that are so much more powerful then I love you. Yet I let myself get lost in his soft lips, musky and exotic sent and rough yet tender hands as they searched my body.
At about ten, he touched my breast and murmured sweet nothings into my ear. He liked to do things like that. At twelve, he had the buttons of my suit jacket undone and then pulled of his jacket. At fifteen, he had me in a bra and skirt and he was topless. Why was I letting this happen? He continued to kiss me and I kissed him back.
I let my hands at twenty minutes pull off his pants in a naughty fashion. At twenty-five, he was finished undressing me and kissing my breasts. I was so lost that at thirty I forgot that we were even on the plane at all. And at thirty-five minutes, I was lost in the throws of passion as he entered me and gave all thoughts of time and place to the winds.
At forty-five minutes he began to mutter that he love me as he continued to grind into me. And at forty-six minutes, I said it back. This was all done sub-consciously if you must know.
At forty-nine minutes, I gave into the building pressure that he had caused in me and he followed only seconds after. By the time, we had reached the fifty-minute marker I had closed my eyes and was panting. He lay on top of me looking at me.
?You?re the most beautiful girl in the universe,? he told me still holding himself above me.
I opened my eyes and look at him but he has already left my arms and was quickly dressing. I note that there is still an ugly scar on his left side. A scar that is all still too familiar to me. At fifty-five minutes, our eyes meet and we both turn away and I spent the last few minutes dressing.
Yes, it only took the length of the hour flight to have sex but it was so well worth it. And for now, I can only say that I, Dorothy Catalonia, am now in love with Quatre Winner, and he truly loves me back.
Fin~
Rating R
Author: Engrish Spy
Word Count: 500 (Give or take two words)
A/N: This is for all of you guys out there. Beck your Timing insperation led me to write a quick lemon and one that most fans will hate me for but hey I love the couple. Tee Hee. On with the show.
A brush of a hand, a caress of the cheek and I was worried about the time. I hadn?t meant to let this happen but it did. As he brushed his hands up and down my torso, I let those thoughts fly out the window.
We had only been sitting on the jet for more then two minutes when I found my lips literally glued to his. It was very disorienting and very bad of him to do this when there were flight attendants merely two steps away. This was supposed to be a short flight, only one hour.
It was only five minutes into the flight that I heard him mummer those words every girl longs to hear. I Need You. Three little words that are so much more powerful then I love you. Yet I let myself get lost in his soft lips, musky and exotic sent and rough yet tender hands as they searched my body.
At about ten, he touched my breast and murmured sweet nothings into my ear. He liked to do things like that. At twelve, he had the buttons of my suit jacket undone and then pulled of his jacket. At fifteen, he had me in a bra and skirt and he was topless. Why was I letting this happen? He continued to kiss me and I kissed him back.
I let my hands at twenty minutes pull off his pants in a naughty fashion. At twenty-five, he was finished undressing me and kissing my breasts. I was so lost that at thirty I forgot that we were even on the plane at all. And at thirty-five minutes, I was lost in the throws of passion as he entered me and gave all thoughts of time and place to the winds.
At forty-five minutes he began to mutter that he love me as he continued to grind into me. And at forty-six minutes, I said it back. This was all done sub-consciously if you must know.
At forty-nine minutes, I gave into the building pressure that he had caused in me and he followed only seconds after. By the time, we had reached the fifty-minute marker I had closed my eyes and was panting. He lay on top of me looking at me.
?You?re the most beautiful girl in the universe,? he told me still holding himself above me.
I opened my eyes and look at him but he has already left my arms and was quickly dressing. I note that there is still an ugly scar on his left side. A scar that is all still too familiar to me. At fifty-five minutes, our eyes meet and we both turn away and I spent the last few minutes dressing.
Yes, it only took the length of the hour flight to have sex but it was so well worth it. And for now, I can only say that I, Dorothy Catalonia, am now in love with Quatre Winner, and he truly loves me back.
Fin~
