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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 6, 2006 20:47:51 GMT
I stay close to him. I don't care about the fact that I'm extremely warm right now. All I want is to just be close to this man.. caus I love him...
After we made love for the first time he kept hugging me and placing kisses on my cheek and neck. He was afraid he hurted me, I know, but he hadn't. He was the sweetest guy in every way. After that first time I knew straight ahead that I had the right guy, for eternity
"I miss you' I whisper in Jack's ear, with every thought of Marcello. But a little something makes me wake up and smell the coffee. If I open my eyes then it won't be Marcello but Jack....Marcello is no more.. I swallow and then add in a whisper 'This..' as If that is what I meant, and not the fact that I miss my husband and were thinking about him...
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Post by Jacky on Dec 6, 2006 20:52:01 GMT
It's not like I care. I noticed her mistake all too well, but I don't think twice about it. Let her have her mind with her late husband. It's him that she should bloody well keep on her mind when I'll be gone in the morning.
I dismiss the prospect of that to sunrise. For now, I have every reason and right in the world to just enjoy the warm company of a woman in 'my' bed. I brush a kiss against the side of her neck.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 6, 2006 20:56:08 GMT
I take his hand in mine and lace our fingers together. I open my eyes again and see Jack.. Jack.. not Marcello.. I cheated on my husband and right now I am too high on alcohol and sex to even care.. I glance at my hand and realize the big ring that I had as a erfenis from my mother is still on my finger, next to my weddingring, that I never take off. I let go of Jack's hand again and take off my mothers ring. I put it on the small table next to bed and then I turn my attention to Jack again.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 6, 2006 21:00:46 GMT
"Wha's that?" I ask, as I noticed her putting the ring away. I hold her closer to me, glancing into her eyes with slight curiosity. It's a pretty nifty ring.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 6, 2006 21:10:13 GMT
"oh.. that... es una herencia de mi madre" it's an inheritance from my mother "she passed away two years ago and gave this to me before she died' I explain and I stare into Jack's beautiful brown eyes 'I treasure it' I say with a smile, really showing that I was proud of my mother.
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Post by Jacky on Dec 6, 2006 21:17:39 GMT
Must be worth more than a shiny penny. I nod to her reply and move closer, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "If yer mother was anything like you, it's worth treasurin' it." I grin charmingly.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 6, 2006 21:25:04 GMT
I smile, really believing his smooth talk since I don't get out much I stroke his cheek and blush a little 'You must have had great girlfriends, you are such a sweet man..really generous and passionate' I tell him, or more like.. compliment him. I draw the blankets further over the two of us, though I'm still sweating. I place my head on the pillow and look up at Jack.. He really is amazing. Maybe I could keep him? Marcello would want me to move on right ? And I .. I... I want to live in the past I realize when I keep observing Jack. (okay gotta go, I posted everywhere now it's your turn, don't forget: Caged, TPR, RTP, FFUMW, CK and TC ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D xx Ta!Q)
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Post by Jacky on Dec 6, 2006 21:32:57 GMT
(haha, *hoopt dat ze nix vergeet* Btw: Maybe I could keep him? Hahaha, jack the puppy)
I don't avert my eyes from her face either. She's really pretty. She might not be anything like my 'usual' fling, but I doubt that's a bad thing. The girls I most often end up with are young chanceless wenches and wh0res, easy girls, not women who have a story behind their eyes. I quite like the difference to this one though.. Aye, she carries a lot of weight around with her deceased husband and all.. ..But that fire in her eyes tells me she knows one hell of a lot more about life. I like that.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Dec 7, 2006 6:28:40 GMT
(lol I'd keep a jack puppy ANYTIMW ) "Are you tired?" I ask him. After all it's probably late at night by now, and we've been quite active I wouldn't blame him if he's tired. "I'm a little tired' I admit with a small smirk. But somehow I don't want to go to sleep yet. This night is so...special to me.. I don't want it to end..
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Post by Jacky on Dec 7, 2006 18:40:48 GMT
I smirk, "I'll live." I assure her. "Tell me something." I tell her. I want to know more about this woman. La viuda. For some reason she fascinates me. "Something 'bout yerself."
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