Day 3

She couldnt help it. She did it. She called. She asked for another chance, she apologized. He accepted the apology but wouldnt take her back. He didnt love her anymore. He just didnt care.
She took a deep breath, swallowed her pride and say:
-Give me 3 hours. Let me show you how much I care.
He was sckeptical about it but still he said yes. He hadnt learned how to say no to her. Not yet.

She lightened some canddles. She spreaded some roses: the same roses he gave her, the ones she was keeping to remind him.

He was a little scared. He's always considered she was impredictable, almost scary. He pictured a darker side of her: a sacrifice ritual- he tought, and pictured himself tied to the bed with her on top, dressed in leader, high pointed black heels, a wip in one hand and a dagger in the other making him prey for his life, for her forgiveness.

It didnt happen that way. She was quiet, submissive; she wouldnt take the first step. She sat down, after everything was prepared and waited for him to lead.

He had her. She was in pain but still she told him to go on. He did, as gently as he could, looking her straight in the eyes enjoying himself secretly in her face, in her eyes, in her breath. She was cozy, warm. Tight. He kept on looking at her as the pain was stepping back, giving place to pleasure. Her breath accelerated, her chicks blushed. She continuosly bit her lower lip trying to avoid the moans. Then, she couldnt avoid them anymore. She let herself go. She was enjoying it and he could see it, he could hear it, he could feel it.

After a while, they finished. She laid next to him hoping he would hug her and kiss her. He didnt. Instead, he turned on the TV and complained about the movie that was coming to the end and he couldn't see. She rearranged her position so he wouldn't see she was sad. He went to asnwer his cellphone and when he came back, he found her laying on her chest, looking at the last canddle that was left on.

-What's wrong?
-Nothing-she lied-Im just more comfortable this way.

She laid there for another couple of minutes as the light of the last canddle faded away. When it did she stood up, took her clothes and got dressed. She didn't say another word. She kissed him good night and went home as her heart filled in with nostalgia and her eyes filled in with tears.

Their last night was over and from then on she would have to get used to watch days go by and watch her life run out without her interfiering....like she always has.

Iana
Tuesday
12:47pm
march 28, 2006