Here is another story, I am going to be writing, it intertwines with Chris & Lance, but later on. So be patient :)
Disclaimer: the Characters of my story, although real, are fiction (Figure that out) And this IS a work of fiction..
Also, if you are to young to be reading this, GO AWAY
Our secret interludes had been going on for the past month. So far no one had suspected us. I silently stole down the hallway in the middle of the night, and knocked softly on the door. One sharp knock, then three lighter taps.
The door swung open and there in front of me stood my dark haired lover. I smiled at him, and he grabbed my shirt and dragged me into the room. My mouth fused to his in a passionate kiss. My hands ran up and down his back, and we clung to each other as we fell back upon the bed. I hauled his smaller body close to me and he grinned shyly at me.
"Did anyone here you come in?" He asked me softly, running his fingers through my hair.
"No my love, I think we're safe for now." I said softly cradling his body close to me.
"We are going to have to tell them eventually you know." My love said softly, looking at me with his intense eyes.
"I know babe, but for right now... I want you all to myself without anyone interfering. I don't want to share what we have with anyone. I am afraid they just may not understand." I told my dark haired lover, kissing him softly.
"I know blondie, but... it's just so hard. I want to tell the whole world about our love, and how I want to marry you, and spend the rest of my life with you. I just get so angry when I think that they may scorn us because of our love." He said intensely. I smiled; his passion was something I greatly admired about him. He never did anything half ass, it was always prefect, and unique. That's what I loved about him so much.
I ran my fingertip over his slightly pouted lips, and gazed deep into his eyes. "I think you should put that passion to a different type of use, besides talking . . . if you know what I mean." I said softly, replacing my finger with my lips, and kissed him softly.
And, he did put it to use . . . great use,. . . all night long. . .
And as the dawn came, I had to bid my sleeping lover farewell. I roused from the bed, and I tucked my sleeping lover in his blankets, and placed a gentle kiss on his brow. I stood back and smiled, as he snuggled deep into the covers. I whispered one last "I love you" and then quietly crept from the room, and made my way to my lonely cold bed.
--- In this world, such as dreams, nothing is quite, as it seems
Susie Q
chocolate_cow_angel@hotmail.com