I'll be your fantasy

Trace and Melrose

I'll be your fantasy

Trace Riley
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Joined: August 4th, 2014, 10:55 pm

December 14th, 2014, 3:39 am #1

Trace was a gentleman. Or at least that's what he was telling himself. He had let himself slip back into the way that things had been before they had slept together. Nothing had changed. They were there for the kids and that was all he would allow himself. It was a momentary lapse of weakness. But lately, he would swear his body was just trying or maybe it was Melrose. Either way, he noticed every little movement she made and it became sexual to him. The way she rubbed lotion on her legs was like she was taunting him.

Even normal things would make him think of sex. He was a man and men had thoughts but his was overtaking him. Like right now, they were laying in the bed. Simply reading. Nothing else was happening, but he had been on the same page for forty minutes. He hadn't read a single word. Instead his focus was on the way her hand tucked a strand of hair behind her ear or the way she licked her lips. Even the flicker of her eyes from word to word had him captivated. He finally gave up and closed his book, turning the light off on his side of the bed.

He turned his back to her and closed his eyes. He would force himself into sleep. Then maybe he would stop thinking about her. Life didn't work that way though. Her leg brushed against his and he spun around. "Will you stop? Seriously!" He closed his eyes for a second, resisting the urge to pin her against the bed. "I'm sorry." He sighed and turned back over. Why the hell had he snapped at her like that? After a second of silence, he flipped back over and took the book from her hands, carefully marked her page and sat up. "Are we ever going to talk about it?"

Thanks biancaw from shadowplay
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Melrose Vega
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Joined: August 5th, 2014, 2:35 am

December 22nd, 2014, 8:09 pm #2

Melrose didn't know what to do. She'd spent so much time focusing on the things she could control, making sure the children were clothed and fed and that she never missed work, anything to take away from the things she couldn't handle right now. Things like Trace and how she may or may not feel about him. She couldn't handle those things right now. She couldn't handle feelings. They were way too complicated for her right now. How she felt, well she wasn't even sure how she felt.

Or well maybe she did. She knew that she was attracted to him. He was an incredibly good looking guy, it was hard not to be attracted. He was also smart and caring. He took care of all of them, even when she didn't think she deserved to be taken care of. Even when they seemed to be at each other's throats, he cared. But did she love him? She wasn't so sure about that part. Or any of the parts for that matter. All she knew was that she did care. He had charmed her in ways that men normally didn't charm strippers. And he had never looked down on her once for choosing the path she had.

But now, sitting up in bed, reading a book she'd read maybe a thousand times before she realized that she might not have enough time left to pretend. He seemed antsy tonight, more so than usual. He didn't seem to be reading his book at all, he kept turning his attention towards her a bit too many times for him to be reading more than a single word in twenty minutes. Then her leg brushed against his and all hell seemed to break loose. "Stop what?", she asked. "I was just reading. You can't exactly expect me to be able to control the movements of my legs twenty-four seven can you?"

Then he asked the one question she'd known was coming. Her lips formed into a tight frown and she sighed. "Oh, that... Well I guess we could talk about it now, better now than never I suppose." She looked up at him. "So any part of that that you would like to talk about specifically? Or would you like to attack the whole banana today?"

thanks to Tardis Blue of Candyland Couture
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