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Characters: Tilda, Magda Disclaimer: The author makes no
claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.
Is This What You Want?
She told me, ages ago, what her father did to her. Now, as she kisses my mouth, she says that she wants more than just my kisses, that she's ready for more than that. She slips her hands under my shift in the dark, teasing my flesh, whispering in my ears, so softly I can barely catch her words, "Do you like this? Show me what you like." I touch her breasts, gently, and hear her breath race in her throat. I eased her onto her side, smiling. "Let me show you." She nods in the dark, and I stroke her thighs, softly, carefully, moving slowly higher. But her eyes are scared. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I ask, hesitating. Another nod, "I'm sure." But I know that her body is shaking with fear, as much as desire. I stop. I can't do this. "Magda..." Pulling my hand away, reaching to stroke her red hair. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I thought I could do it." "Shhh..." I pull her close, my strong, lanky, girl, kiss her forehead, wrap my arms around her. "I'm never going to hurt you like that," I murmur. "Not me. Not ever me." |