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alec_leads) wrote2011-04-20 01:11 pm
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Tuesday evening
Alec closes the door to his room and leans back against it. He's always heard about how your life can turn upside-down in a blink of an eye. He never thought it could actually happen to him. Even when Romilda died, the basics were the same.
But now...
He sits down on his bed. Maybe Mom and Dad just had a bad fight. Mom could have misunderstood. Nothing makes sense.
(Except it all totally makes sense and he just doesn't want it to.)
He picks up his phone and calls Ginny.
But now...
He sits down on his bed. Maybe Mom and Dad just had a bad fight. Mom could have misunderstood. Nothing makes sense.
(Except it all totally makes sense and he just doesn't want it to.)
He picks up his phone and calls Ginny.
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He kisses down to the hollow of her throat and then licks along her collarbone.
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"Sunshine? You are ridiculous," she says fondly, sliding the tips of her fingers into the waistband of his jeans.
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Mmmm, skin, smooth beautiful Ginny skin. He kisses her neck and shifts to give her more room to do what she likes with his jeans.
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"Can I?"
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Fuck. Hell yes.
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He doesn't know what to do with his hands, but he manages not to ruin things by flailing them about.
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Alec appears to be fully impressed with her technique. He props himself up on his elbows so he can watch her, because damn, she's so hot. And she's giving him his first blow job.
So. Hot.
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"Oh my God," he gasps.
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He's give her encouragement, but all he can manage are gasps and whimpers.
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"So good," he moans.
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He reaches one hand to rest atop hers.
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His fingers scrabble at her hand. "I'm- I can't-"
He has no idea what he should do. Move away? Let her choose?
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Holy fucking hell...
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He nods his head and smiles, reaching his arms around her.
"Oh... my... God," he sighs.
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