Many men prior to Elliot held Adelaide in a similar fashion. She laying a top the said man, facing the ceiling, one of his arms around her, palm resting on her abdomen. Albeit, sometimes she was staring at stars, the roof of a car, and in one particular case, the inside of a cardboard box; she was young ten.
For that reason, and a few others, she couldn't attribute what happened to how Elliot was holding her. Nor could she attribute it to the scenery, for she had seen more beautiful things than the ceiling of her living room.
It couldn't be his brown hair and brown eyes because htey were average. It couldn't have been the way he looked at her, or the delicate movements of his fingers, or even the way he nipped the tip of her ear, bringing his tongue out to lick it quickly right afterwards, so swift that she barely felt it, as it had all been done before.
So what was it? What was it, she wondered, lying there in his arms, both of them in a warm, comfortable silence, just moments after it had happened.
For years, she had promised not to get to close. On her heart, she had placed a master pad lock, 16 digit security code, reinforced steel, and a stick of dynamite as a last resort. All for nothing. In one, swift, unknown move, Elliod had found the key, slipped in the security code, melted the steel, and defused the dynamite before she could blow up her heart and become a heartless, uncaring bitch. Better to be that, then in love.
What was it?! At that moment, Elliot leaned in and nipped/licked her ear again...her insides clenched...was this it?...she waited...nothing. What had happened just before? She retraced the steps. He looked into her eyes, smiled (was the smile it?! ...No, no, he had done that before), leaned in, nip/licked her ear and then...
He spoke. He said words. Those words, the tone of his voice (a bear whisper, from back in his throat) were the keys, the code, the fire, and the defuser. When she realized this, it happened again. Her lungs restricted, she couldn't breathe, her heart stopped, her stomach clenched, and then there was a fantastic release. Her body became electric. She transcended being, emotions, and any physical feeling and only felt one thing: ...well...you know.
All the men who had previosly wanted Adelaide's heart needed only to speak those words. Those words that now...she can't remember, and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat.
Adelaide had found the keys to Elliot's heart many months ago. The keys to his heart were her lips. The way her lips felt as they pressed to his, as if they fit right there. As if that was where they were meant to be.
For that reason, and a few others, she couldn't attribute what happened to how Elliot was holding her. Nor could she attribute it to the scenery, for she had seen more beautiful things than the ceiling of her living room.
It couldn't be his brown hair and brown eyes because htey were average. It couldn't have been the way he looked at her, or the delicate movements of his fingers, or even the way he nipped the tip of her ear, bringing his tongue out to lick it quickly right afterwards, so swift that she barely felt it, as it had all been done before.
So what was it? What was it, she wondered, lying there in his arms, both of them in a warm, comfortable silence, just moments after it had happened.
For years, she had promised not to get to close. On her heart, she had placed a master pad lock, 16 digit security code, reinforced steel, and a stick of dynamite as a last resort. All for nothing. In one, swift, unknown move, Elliod had found the key, slipped in the security code, melted the steel, and defused the dynamite before she could blow up her heart and become a heartless, uncaring bitch. Better to be that, then in love.
What was it?! At that moment, Elliot leaned in and nipped/licked her ear again...her insides clenched...was this it?...she waited...nothing. What had happened just before? She retraced the steps. He looked into her eyes, smiled (was the smile it?! ...No, no, he had done that before), leaned in, nip/licked her ear and then...
He spoke. He said words. Those words, the tone of his voice (a bear whisper, from back in his throat) were the keys, the code, the fire, and the defuser. When she realized this, it happened again. Her lungs restricted, she couldn't breathe, her heart stopped, her stomach clenched, and then there was a fantastic release. Her body became electric. She transcended being, emotions, and any physical feeling and only felt one thing: ...well...you know.
All the men who had previosly wanted Adelaide's heart needed only to speak those words. Those words that now...she can't remember, and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat.
Adelaide had found the keys to Elliot's heart many months ago. The keys to his heart were her lips. The way her lips felt as they pressed to his, as if they fit right there. As if that was where they were meant to be.
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