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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 5, 2006 19:35:03 GMT
I can feel his arm slip around my waist and I don't care. I think I've had too much alcohol to object to his behaviour. And a big part of me likes this. This feeling of comfort and secureness. The feeling that I know Jack longer then just one day swoops over me again. His sent, his touch, his appearance, a lot like Marcello... Marcello... I want him back..I miss him..
I move my hand to Jack's cheek and stroke it. It's rough and manly and I smile a little, being able to feel a man again, to be this close to a man... "Deseo no más estar de luto' I wish no longer to mourn I admit 'it's automatic' I mumble, and it is. I just miss my husband a lot and I have no idea what to do without him.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 5, 2006 19:37:36 GMT
"Sometimes you can forget about the world for an evening, Enola." I tell her, my hand sliding over the small of her back. "Sometimes it's easy t' forget 'bout yer worries."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 5, 2006 19:46:31 GMT
I only hear what I want to hear. Forget about the world. right now, this evening. Forget about my worries. I nod and keep my gaze on him as if in trance and my I am because I am really picturing Marcello in front of me. At first I don't get it but then I smile and think that he came back 'Si, Covengo' I agree
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Post by Jacky on Dec 5, 2006 19:48:01 GMT
"Good." I mumble. I lean forward and press my lips on hers, kissing her. She might as well kick me outta her house in a reaction to this, but hey, when you come from nothing and go back to nothing you lost nothing too, right? So why not give it a shot? I'm a pirate, after all..
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 5, 2006 19:53:54 GMT
I kiss him back
Almost without hesitation I kiss him back.
I lean towards Jack a little and wrap my arm around his neck. I kiss him with passion and a certain sadness. It's as if I've got him back and I missed him so damm much...
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Post by Jacky on Dec 5, 2006 19:58:40 GMT
I wrap both my arms around her, grinning the slightest bit underneath our kiss. I realize that I'm taking advantage of the situation here. I talk to her about letting go, not mourning, living for the moment. And I'm right there to seize that moment when she dares to stumble for one second.
Aye, I'm using the situation to it's utmost. But who's the victim here? No one, righ'? Not her at least. I'm just giving her the comfort that she wants tonight. And neither of us should be complaining. ...I doubt either of us would right now.
I deepen the kiss considerably. Ah, the glorious passion of Spain. The fire in its women. I daresay it feels good to be back.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 5, 2006 20:10:49 GMT
I easily move with him when it comes to passion. When he deepens the kiss I deepen more. When he pulls me close I hold him tighter. I want to grab onto him, get a hold of him and never let go anymore. He's mine, he bloody should have stayed with me forever, that is what I imagined my life to be, me and Marcello.
Sorrow and passion combine and I only kiss Jack more eagerly. In my head it's not Jack, it's my husband, the wine is doing it's job aswell. All together I'm pretty much in my own little world right now..
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Post by Jacky on Dec 5, 2006 20:13:43 GMT
When the kiss outgrows the passion and turns more than plain eager I break apart from her for one second. I kiss her neck hotly, my hand sliding down to her waist. "Why don't you show me your bedroom, luv?" I mumble suggestively.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 5, 2006 20:22:40 GMT
I look at him. His young pretty face has got me captured and I smile at him.
¿Te piensas eres listo para esto?
si
entonces vayámosnos a la cama I smile at my memory of the first time..
are you ready for this?
Yes
let's go to bed then
I get up and take Jack's hand in mine. It's strange how I can do this, a thirty year old woman, surrendering to the touch of a young lad...
I take him out of the livingroom into a hallway, there I open the door to my bedroom... our bedroom
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Post by Jacky on Dec 5, 2006 20:26:08 GMT
When we're both in the bedroom I scoop my arm around her waist again, and I pull her body close against mine. She feels good there. Real d@mn good. I lower my lips to her neck and I place teasing kiss caresses on the places where her skin is the most sensitive. I like to believe I know my way around the woman body quite well - and I can't wait to spend the night discovering the particular secrets about this one. I'll be sure to do just that..
I slip my hand that's not on her back over her bodice, towards her chest. I caress her through the fabric of her dress when I kiss her lips again.
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