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Date Posted: 18:12:53 01/23/02 Wed Part Five Chris sat back in his green leather chair, swiveling anxiously as Joey tugged at a pair of new fu-man skeeto pants- one of Chris' own design. He jokingly rubbed his chin and contorted his face in a very refined manner. Dani was seated next to him, wearing the same jovial expression, but her lips were pressed into a thin line as she tried not to laugh. Joey was sighing indignantly from the platform, after being tricked into trying on yet another outfit by Chris. Brianna was sitting in the corner, playing happily with JC. "What do you think, Joe?” Chris questioned honestly. Joey looked down critically and tugged at crotch of the pants. They were made of soft material with a loud, colorful pattern. Joey walked around the small platform and winced slightly. “Dude, they’re great, but the crotch is too high or something. Or I’m just very well endowed…” Joey dodged the shoe that flew past his head. “Honestly?” he squeaked. “That would be nice, Joey,” Chris stated, his nostrils flaring as he brandished his other shoe. “I like ‘em. They’re wonderful. Fantastic. Ingenius. Gonna sell like Madonna’s sex book. Can I go spend time with my daughter now?” “Nope. One more pair.” “What? Chris, this is crazy. Why can’t you HIRE people for this? I’m BUSY now,” Joey whined, stomping his foot for good measure. Chris’ eyes narrowed. “What because I’m not a father, I’m not BUSY? Is that what you’re insinuating?” Chris challenged, standing up from his chair. Joey shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s not what I mean at all, Chris. I just…” he licked his lips and stared intensely at the man a few feet from him. “I just never get to see her. She’s my daughter and I want to be with her. At home. Not on a bus or a venue or anything. I just want to savor this time.” Joey sniffled, wiping his nose with his hand. Chris swallowed jerkily and ran his fingers threw his hair. “Take those off and go home, Joe…” he whispered. “I won’t bother you again,” he mumbled before leaving the office. Joey silently acquiesced. His was face grim as he walked over to his daughter, smiling happily as she gaped up at him with large eyes. He picked up her from JC’s grasp and kissed her forehead. “Let’s go home. See ya’ C,” Joey called over his shoulder, taking the diaper bag off the table near the door. JC waved his hand absently as he sat up from the floor and stretched. He got up and plopped leather sofa, pulling out his journal of thoughts. He had nowhere important to go. So he sat, idly, with his thoughts gathering. His pen hovered over the page and his ponders, visions, became tangible. As he wrote and felt, he wondered how Justin was doing. How he was coping. He missed him dearly, more than he would ever admit. It just felt wrong to have them there when Justin wasn’t. JC sighed and continued writing. ** The sun rose sluggishly. Generously dispersing its rays of bluish light over the darkened world. The first rays of the sun were always the sweetest. Milky and rich, they crept over the thick grasses and sea of sapphire with a passionate grace. The winds swirled, mingling with the saltiness of the ocean and ambled towards the shore. It arched and furled around the hammock, swinging tranquilly in the beauty of the morning. Justin’s brow furrowed, and he shivered as the winds tickled coolly over his bare shoulder. With a blind grasp, he pulled the blanket over his shoulders and pulled it over Tamilia as well. His eyes never opened as he slid closer to the sheer warmth that was entangled in his arms. His right arm was acting as a pillow to her head, her hair tickled his forearm; while his other one was draped affectionately over her waist. His fingers danced over the soft, brown skin underneath her tank top. Justin was awake. He was too relaxed but too emotionally exhilarated to return to sleep. Once again, dreams paled when compared to the reality nestled against him. His eyes opened and he glanced down at Tamilia, still sleeping. His hands moved down to her wrist and he gently probed, searching for her pulse. The beat was deliberate, but even. Satisfied, he laced his fingers through hers and simply lost himself in the sheer elation of her and the heaven in which he resided. His eyes flitted upwards and he watched the leaves wave and flicker in the winds. Through the waxing light of the day, they appeared as a emerald blanket of silk fluttering. He was memorized by it. The gardens of Tamilia’s house weren’t bounded in neat rows. They wildflowers grew freely, amongst a small groove of trees. Justin inhaled their blissful fragrance. With a simple smile, he carefully lifted his hand, bringing it to the elastic band in Tamilia’s hair. With gentle movements, he worked it out and gasped as the wavy ringlets tumbled from the band. The sleek tresses were longer than he imagined. Justin twirled them joyously, around his fingers. He buried his face into them before he reached out and plucked a full, peach blossom and tucked it behind her hair. Tamilia shifted and Justin kissed her cheeks and jawline tenderly. “You have to open those eyes and take in this sunrise.” Tamilia purred as Justin’s caramel voice wafted into her sleep-muddled haze. Her eyes opened and blinked as they focused on the explosion of color, reflected over the water. “That is breath-taking. All those violets and golds.” “I wish I could wake up every morning light this,” Justin resigned as he tightened his grasp on her. “You have, Mr. Greedy. We’ve been doing this for awhile now.” “Four days is not awhile. A YEAR or two sounds better.” Tamilia turned in his arms and cradled his face in her hand. Justin’s eyes were beautiful, swimming with azure and silver. She arched her neck, kissing him tenderly. “Good morning. We’ll have a lot of mornings like this one, Justin.” “Of course.” They didn’t want to think about consequences or the inevitable departures that loomed ahead like an obstacle that couldn’t be moved; that blocked light and smiles on the other side. Tamilia didn’t want to deal with the fact that he had a girlfriend, that he was famous or that she would eventually have to return to her life that was waiting for her…in complete shambles. Justin didn’t want to imagine his return to the spotlight that he yearned but still feared or the love for a woman that somehow held his heart, but at a distance. He closed his eyes and forced a pleasant tone to mask the uncertainty. He would enjoy the golden moments and blissful days. He deserved it. “Tell me about the Celebration of Lights,” Justin’s voice was shaky. Tamilia’s eyes ripped from the pastel skies and she faced Justin, her face marred with concern. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. What is it?” Tamilia nestled closer to him and his arms closed tighter around her shapely body that fit divinely with his. “Cary told me about it. This town for a reason that can’t be explained always has Indian summer, despite the fact that it’s so far north. It’s warm, like this, well into November. Sometimes even passed Christmas,” Tamilia caressed his hand in tender circles. “They have this festival to celebrate the warmth. Everyone decorates their houses and decks in lights, strings and strings of white and colored lights. They invited family and have a tremendous barbeque with lots of music, dancing, music. Then at night, a few hours after sunset, most of the town gather on a boat and the celebration continues there, they set off fireworks and take in all the houses on the lake that are lit up.” Justin placed jeweled kisses along her neck and shoulders. “It sounds like a big ole’ party.” The breezes blew and the hammock swayed. “It is. A big ole’ party,” she drawled, mimicking his accent. “You’re good at that. I’m kind of excited about this Celebration now. It’s gonna be so much fun. I haven’t been to a festival or anything in a really long time…” his voice stopped abruptly as Tamilia placed her fingers over his lips. She kissed him quickly. “Shh…you don’t have to say anything.” Justin nodded and she settled back into the innate warmth of his arms and together, they enjoyed the sunrise. ** Justin ran his fingers through his wet hair as he buttoned up his new favorite shirt. It was pale green, with short sleeves and a collar. Tamilia bought it for him and Justin wore it as much as he possible could. The material was now soft from multiple washings and fit his torso comfortably like an old shoe, ones that were worn despite the scuffs and holes. He put on his seashell necklace and left his hair to air dry, not worrying about caking his curls with pounds of gel to make it compliant. It didn’t matter. Tamilia would inevitably run his fingers through it, styling it to her liking or re-braid it. With a pleasant sigh, he stumbled down the stairs, into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He dug through the various items until he found the last of Tamilia’s delectable chicken stew and popped it in the microwave. Once it was hot, Justin grabbed a fork and began eating, moaning in pleasure. Bumping the silverware drawer closed with his hips, through walked absently through the palatial house. Justin was overflowing with energy. He and Tamilia were going into town later in the day, but Justin was still restless. His fingertips tingled and his mind tumbled with a desire he hadn’t felt in so long that it was sadly foreign. He ran his fingers through his hair once more and took another bite of stew, licking his lips. Justin passed by a room in which the door was always closed, sometimes locked. With a sigh, he opened it slowly. It was still encased in darkness for he had drawn the shades upon his arrival. He set the container of stew down on a hard surface and carefully padded over the wood floors. Lifting the shades to the large window, he turned around and eyed the large, grande piano. The sun danced over the keys of the glorious instrument and Justin approached it warily. He ran his fingers over the sleek black cover and he sat down at the bench. Cracking his knuckles, he placed his hands on the keys, but didn’t play. It had been so long since he had played the piano or delved in his passion for music. Consequently, his head was swimming with ideas and scenes and snippets of songs. It was beginning to drive him crazy. Justin knew that’s why he was so edgy when he was alone. But he was still scared that all of his inner demons would come rushing back if he even attempted to create. Justin closed his eyes and moved to stand up. To plunge the room back in darkness, but Tamilia’s words and his love of music overtook him and he opened his eyes. He tickled the keys brilliantly and rejoiced as the music echoed off the walls and high ceilings. Before he knew it, he was lost in his passion. ** Tamilia leaned against the doorway as she watched Justin scribble nervously on a scratch piece of paper. He hummed to himself. Then, rubbed his eyes and taped his lips, then erased what he wrote on the paper and scrawled down something else before returning to the piano. He licked his lips and closed his eyes as he played and Tamilia wondered if he could see the notes in his mind’s eye. She hoped he could, because whenever she heard him singing or even humming, if was as if the melody was destined to be written and just needed to be pulled out of the sky or bestowed upon the right person. Justin possessed a talent many dreamed of and he was petrified by it. Tamilia shook her head sadly. But smiled as the music wafted through the room. Justin lingered at the piano, his fingers still tinkering with the enigmatic notes, even as he sensed Tamilia’s blithe presence. She tiptoed into the room and sat down beside him and watched as he played. The higher notes of the piano twinkled throughout the room and Justin smiled, then tipped his head to the right, scrutinizing the melody. Tamilia was captivated. Her exotic green eyes danced with amazement between Justin’s face and his large hands moving intricately over the white and black keys. Justin stopped immediately and chuckled nervously. Tamilia sensed his uneasiness and laid her head on his shoulder. “That was lovely, what you were playing.” Justin continued to play. “I’m just messing around with something.” Tamilia frowned and stared at the keys. “I was never good at this. My mother tried to get me to play. So did my sisters and Cary, but I could never get the hang of it. Cary was very patient with me. But I guess I don’t have a musical bone in my body.” Justin laughed and nudged her shoulder. “It’s not hard. Really. Music touches everyone.” “Oh please.” Justin picked up Tamilia’s hand and placed it delicately on the keys and placed his on top. His fingers melded brilliantly. Hues of alabaster mixing with a rich caramel. Justin flicked his fingers and Tamilia giggled as the action made her fingers make music. Justin scooted behind her and placed his other hand on hers. Together, they played a swift, complicated piece. Her hands were so small that Justin just lifted them with his own. The music was anything but flawless, but Tamilia was laughed so hard that a slight crimson tinted her cheeks and tears streamed down her face. “Don’t ever say you can’t play…you’re very musical,” he whispered into her ear, playfully flicking her long, braided pigtails. ** Justin ran swiftly down the practically empty streets with Tamilia bouncing on his back. Her hands clutching the delicate green fabric of his shirt, her cheek pressed against his. Justin bounced playfully, stomping on the concrete while sporting a brilliant grin that stretched from ear to ear. “Wait, Justin, let’s stop in this store. This store sells lights!” Tamilia exclaimed, tugging on Justin’s collar as she pointed wildly to an old antique store. “Okay, okay. Every store seems to be selling lights dirt cheap,” Justin added as he opened the door, stepping inside. “It’s an important celebration, Justin.” Tamilia started seriously as she marveled at the leagues of various collectibles. The shop smelled of dusty nostalgia and strong coffee. The atmosphere greatly contrasted that of the outside which was bright, crisp and sunny. Inside, the narrow store embraced an almost ghostly air. There was little light. The sunshine jutted clumsily through the slats in the windows, creating whimsical, milky patterns on the rugs lining the floor. Tables, statues, picture frames, wind chimes, paintings, and collectives filled the shelves and hung from the ceiling. The establishment was packed with decades of products that formed a human side to history and life. Tamilia and Justin left the door way and approached the clerk’s desk. The volume of the television was incredibly loud and it reverberated off the antiquated copper pots. “The daughter of Atlanta’s Richest Man and foremost business men of the South was realeased from Laurel Springs- an alcohol treatment center for the celebrities and dignitaries. She will not be returning to the city, but home to Savannah to rest.” The clerk turned down the volume as he noticed his customers and smiled politely. “Hello. All of our lights are on sale, for the festival. But feel free to browse around. We have some fascinating items.” “Thank you. Let’s browse, Justin.” Justin chuckled at her enthusiasm and followed Tamilia as she wandered through the store, stopping to inspect various items. He stopped at a shelf covered in instruments. The craftsmanship was obvious in the detail and keys and he was intrigued. He picked up an old trumpet, his fingers working the keys and pretended to play. His blue eyes skated over the dulled brass and he thought of how JC would squeal and purchase of all of the instruments and use them as “art” for his new house. He heard Tamilia’s gasp and returned the trumpet to his hook and trotted over to her. She was standing under a rack of wind chimes, teetering on her tiptoes as she tried to reach a specific one. Justin simply lifted his arm and plucked it off the hook and handed it to her. Tamilia smiled and held it up, letting it’s delicate chimes catch the light. The triangular top was marbled- a deep purplish blue with swirls of black. It was the night sky and comets, shooting stars and starts were painted into the sides. The actually chimes were clear prisms craved into perfect stars. Three dangled from each string and the ends were beaded with golden tassels. Tamilia smiled the star-prisms refracted the light and rainbows swaying delightfully on the carpet. “I’m buying this. Did you pick out the lights yet? I want lots of colorful ones,” Tamilia asked as she advanced towards the counter. “Oh no, I was looking at the trumpets.” After taking nearly the colored lights as well as the light that were simply unique, Justin and Tamilia paid for their items. Justin kissed Tamilia on the lips and took the wind chime from her grasp. “Throw that in there too.” He asked the clerk and felt elated as Tamilia’s hand slipped into his. ** Tamilia and Justin chatted contentedly as they carried home the groceries and boxes of lights. The Celebration was the next day and Tamilia was going to spend the entire evening cooking and decorating her and Justin’s patios. Justin’s arms were piled full of bags while Tamilia carried the plastic sack of meat and her wind chime. He grunted and shifted the bags in his strong arms and continued walking. “Justin, I can carry some of those.” “I know you can, but I’m a gentleman.” “You’re going to be sore tomorrow.” “No I won’t. I’m fine. You just be careful and don’t fall into the ocean.” Tamilia looked to her right and leaned slightly over the railing to admire the rocks below. The din of the waves splashing uproariously against them was almost musically, fitting in divine harmony with the setting sun. “I’m okay. Are you sure you don’t want me to carry anything?” “Yes.” “Ugh, you’re so stubborn. Justin, give me a bag. Really, I may be short, but I can carry it,” Tamilia grunted, trying to pry a bag from his grasp. “No! Milia, you’re gonna make me drop ‘em,” Justin whined. “Stop it…” “Justin, just one! A light one!” The blaring honk of a car startled the playful pair and Justin stalked forward with a brave step. The bags scattered to the ground and Tamilia was pushed roughly into the strong railing. She fingers loosened and she shoved her arms under the railing, trying to catch her beloved wind chime as it plummeted below. Her hand closed on nothingness and she screamed in frustration. The car whizzed by Justin and he fought the overwhelming urge not to launch obscenities at the reckless driver. He whirled around and hurried to Tamilia. “You’re okay, right?” Tamilia’s verdant gaze remained on the ocean below. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Really?” “Yes.” “Where’s your wind chime?” “Down there. I d-dropped it.” She answered wistfully. “Oh, Tamilia, I’m sorry. I’ll get you another one. Just like that one,” Justin answered with a soft smile. Tamilia stepped backwards and shook her head. “There wasn’t another one like that one. It’s fine. I should have told you I was clumsy.” She wandered away and dropped to her knees. She quickly began picking up the food that was thrown bags. “Let’s get home.” The rest of the walk was silent, except for Tamilia’s sniffling beside Justin in the twilight. The wind cime reminded her of her childhood, her mother’s laugh and her lamp that glittered stars on her ceilings. It was special and she wanted to cherish it because Justin had bought it for her without asking or sighing. He had done it out of emotion, kindness and it told her so much about him. She didn’t know where this was going, at the moment she didn’t care, but she wanted something sacred to take with her. But it was shattered on the rocks below. “That can’t be a good sign,” she thought as they entered the house. Tamilia’s inner arms were stinging painfully as she began to put the groceries away. She wanted to ignore it, but the burning was becoming increasingly painful. Closing, the cabinet door, she took off her mint green cardigan and groaned as she looked at her arms. The inside, near the elbow was scraped and marred by the rough wooden railing. The blood vessels were broken underneath the skin and they were already beginning to bruise. The torn skin was dotted with dried blood. “Great.” “What?” Justin inquired, stacking the chicken and ground chuck in the fridge. “Nothing. My arms are messed up from when I tried to grab my chimes. I’m gonna look great tomorrow.” Justin’s brown furrowed in concern and he bumped the fridge closed with his hip and inspected them himself. “Ouch. Let me fix it,” he pulled Tamilia over to the kitchen counter. “Justin, I’ve studied for years to become a doctor. I can do it myself.” “Stop being grumpy,” he shushed. Justin grabbed her under her arms and easily lifted her off the ground and onto the counter. Tamilia glared at him, but he was too busy, searching underneath the sink for a first aid kit. He retrieved it with a smile and quietly began cleaning the wounds. “You know, my friend, JC, he used to do this when I was way younger,” Justin remembered and his grin brightened. “He was very patient about it to.” “Really?” “Yep. He was always protective of me when we were on the road, even when my mom was there. I’m convinced the man think he’s my father or something,” Justin chuckled, then paused to sensually blow on her wounds to decrease the pain. “And I have to say that you did a number on these arms, young lady.” “I wanted to save my chime,” Tamilia pouted, watching as he opened two large band-aids. “Use the bigger ones, the squares,” she instructed. “Yes, Doctor…I don’t know you last name,” he blushed. “Morgan.” “Mine’s Timberlake, in case you missed that,” Justin winked. “I don’t think that’s possible, Popstar.” Justin laughed and finished bandaging her arms. He applauded his handy work and kissed each one before letting her off the counter. Justin pulled her into a tight embrace, running his hands along her back. “I’m so sorry about your chime. Don’t be sad, please. Remember we get to party tomorrow.” “That we do.” ** The night was restless. Tamilia tossed and turned. Her thoughts as entangled and cumbersome as the sheets spread across the gigantic, cold, resoundingly empty bed. Justin and Tamilia decided to spend the night in their separate houses in order to get ready for the Celebration of Lights. But Tamilia missed the hammock and falling asleep under the starlight, swaying in the breezes, wrapped in Justin’s arms. She was truly lonely. After hours of sleep, she groaned and sat up, blowing her hair out of her face. Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was only 3:14 am. Rubbing her neck, Tamilia crawled out of bed and flipped on her laptop. Her mind was brimming with thoughts, ponders about her relationship with Justin. She had never felt such an alarming pull towards another person. Justin had such a capacity for love: his love of music, his bandmates, his family, and despite his inner struggles, he loved life. She wanted to sleep, to turn off her buzzing mind and full heart and simply rest, but she felt an overwhelming need to sort things out. In a little under two years, she would return to her life that was simply a labyrinth of confusing decisions with no real destination. It was disconcerting to imagine retuning back to Atlanta, but Tamila’s stomach fluttered as she pondered her future with Justin. With a small whine of frustration, she threw the light sheet aside and got out of bed and padded on bare feet to her bathroom, tiled in soft pastels and accented with an old-fashioned porcelain tub and a skylight. Filling the tub with blissfully warm water, Tamila wandered about the spacious bathroom, lighting a slew of vanilla candles. Tamilia then opened a bottle of lavender bath oil that Cary had bought her for her 22nd birthday and poured in a generous amount of the milky rich oil. Shedding her light blue pajama pants and white tank top, then her lacy underwear, she sank graciously into the tub, sinking mercifully into the scented waters until everything was covered, except face. Her body relaxed. Her muscles purred and in the moment of sheer euphoria, Tamilia’s glassy eyes skated up to the skylight and she was instantaneous mesmerized by the stars. As her enchanting emerald eyes flitted about the inky night, they wondered to Justin’s window. And her supple lips parted in a glittering smile as she saw the light on in Justin’s bedroom. ** Justin’s cheeks were stained with red from the cool night. He dropped his sneakers, heavy with water and caked with mud, on the mat of the laundry room. Justin carefully sat the canvas sack on the white linoleum floor and rolled up his wet pants to keep them from dripping murky sea water on the immaculate floors. Picking up the muddy sack, Justin tiptoed in his bare feet to the kitchen sink and began filling it with water. Pushing open the flaps of the bag, he retrieved the splintered pieces of Tamilia’s discarded wind chime and washed mud and algae from the shattered shards of marble and crystal. Justin sang happily to himself as he used his toothbrush to work the slime of the carved marble’s intricate details. Dawning his thin-framed glasses, he worked with meticulous care to reconstruct the wind chime while his mind’s eyes envisioned Tamilia’s beautiful face when he gave he it to her at their intimate barbeque the next night. ** Justin walked past the bathroom, studder-stepped, nearly diving in front of the mirror. He straightened up his silks, multi-colored shirt of blues, greens, yellows and purples and applied another fine mist of his favorite musk cologne. He had spent the morning, trimming his curls and now they were behaving perfectly, spiraling outward in neat, smooth tendrils of auburn. (He had taken extra care in making sure that his hair was long enough to braid.) He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together in anticipation for Tamilia's arrival. Exiting the bathroom, Justin wandered over to the repaired wind chime, grinning at his handy work. It actually resembled the beauty it encompassed before. But it had some glue glopping in between the seams as well as a fairly large piece missing from the top right corner. It must have been carried out to sea. Justin took a length of ribbon and wrapped it around the marble top, tying it into a presentable bow, he then hung the chime on the handle of the patio door. Glancing anxiously at the clock, his heart fluttered as the sun began to set. ** Tamilia's strutted saucily up the front stairs and onto Justin's lavish white-washed porch. Her hair was finally down and glowing illustriously in the topaz and thick purple light. Running her hands carefully down her thighs, she pushed any wrinkle from her gold, shimmering dress before pushing the doorbell. Within seconds the door was nearly snatched off its hinges and Justin appeared. Eyes shining a blue tinted silver. His smile, stance and dress dripped of charisma. He looked divine. Justin's heart rate vaulted to an expeditious speed as he took in Tamilia's form, prominently wrapped in a sultry, sparkling, gold tube dress. Her mane of raven tendril cascaded down her back and two pink wildflowers were placed behind her ears. She smiled seductively as Justin stood flabbergasted in the doorway. Increasing his delight, she turned around very slowly, allowing him to absorb the full view of her feminine figure. After a few minutes, Justin recovered his senses and wiped his mouth humorously. "Wow, Tamilia, you look, just...I don't think there's a word invented for the way you look," Justin stammered. "Just...wow." Tamilia's gaze wondered longingly down Justin's lanky form and she nibbled on her bottom lip. "You look very sexy yourself." Tamilia and Justin dined on delicious barbecued chicken, fresh salad, buttered bread, jello, potato salad and sweet, sliced watermelon. They basked in the waning light of the setting sun and fed each other cake as the waves rolled in. They talked. They kissed. They celebrated the warmth of the night and each other. As the last beams of light swept across the ocean, people migrated outside and one by the backyards that were never noticed became illuminated. Bright lights twinkled and gleamed and Tamilia and Justin excitedly watched as the small town beamed with color. The left the beach and headed to Justin's patio and eagerly plugged in all the lights. Tamilia's breath caught in her chest as she took everything in. The awnings over the patio, as well as the bushes and the rows of roses and other flowers were lined with colored lights. Justin laughed, overcome with the display and pulled her onto the beach. They slipped their shoes off. Tamilia plopping her expensive, strappy shoes onto the sands and waded into the water as the boat set sail. As far as Justin could see was nothing but lighted color. It was magnificent. Barefoot and overwrought with the thrill of the evening, Tamilia returned to the patio, turning up the music that Justin had playing in the background. Her eyes closed as her hips began to sway. The music easily dominated her senses and the beats pulsated through her. Cranking it up even louder, Tamilia became lost in the music. She bared her soul through dance, popping her hips using her shoulders. “… keep me wondering why, when all I can do is sigh. I just wanna touch you…” Justin’s arms snaked around her waist. His body pressed firmly against hers. His hand caressed her lips and sensually smooth skin. He could help but smell the wistful lavender that seemed to surround her in a haze. “All I gotta say is that I must be dreaming, can’t be real You’re not hear with me, still I can feel you near to me I caress you, let you taste us, just so blissful listen I would give you anything baby, just make my dreams come true Oh baby you give me butterflies…” Their hips melded together after Justin turned her in his arms. He buried into her hair as his hands cupped her bottom. Tamilia sighed in emotional nirvana as the love welled inside her and she was reassured that Justin was feeling the same. Her fingers plunged into his curls, smooth as silk and still a bit wet. She wasn’t dreaming. “If you would take my hand, baby I would show you Guide you to the light babe.” Tamilia felt herself falling and simply let go of the fear of her repercussions. Of the life she had awaiting her. She was going to live for this moment. Justin’s heart soared and his entire body grew sticky with sweat. He was tired of being careful and just. He was going to live for this moment. Consequences be damned. He bent his knees and began kissing Tamilia’s supple, berried lips. His body trembled, as did hers as they both fell breathlessly into something that neither of them could define. It didn’t matter. Nothing matter but the unworldly sensations. The feel of her skin. The smell of her hair and the curves of her body. The kiss deepened as the passion swelled and Justin let go. “If you would be my love, baby I will love you, love you ‘Til the end of time…” Song Credit: "Butterflies" by Michael Jackson, Invincible [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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