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CHECKMATE
“No way.’’ Jacks voice rang out, astonished as Sally took his bishop and proudly proclaimed checkmate. “You beat me.’’
“Always the tone of surprise.’’ She said, smiling. “You just can’t stand losing.’’
“Who taught you? I certainly didn’t.’’
“Oh, I taught myself.” Sally replied, resetting the chessboard and looking across at him again. “I had a lot of time to practice.’’
The corners of his lips softened as he moved, sitting on the couch next to her. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, their noses brushing against each other’s softly.
“Tell you what.’’ He said, nuzzling her cheek. “If you help me with my chess game I’ll show you some really cool stuff.’’
Sally laughed. “What kind of stuff?”
“Oh...’’ He put his arm on her left side, so that he had her trapped into the cushions of the sofa. “This...And a little of that. But definitely a lot of that.’’
He leaned in then, pressing his lips against hers. It was still as stimulating as that first one two years ago. And he found it amazing that something so little as kissing could make him feel so incredible. He held her closer, combing his fingers into her hair.
The first month that they had been together they had done nothing but make out.
And consequently, they had gotten really good at kissing.
“No deal.’’ She whispered as they finally broke.
He smiled down at her, and kissed her again. “Ok….” He whispered, kissing her again. “Ok...”
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Laughter muffled by kisses; the soft thunk of shoulder blades on a hard surface; an apology also muffled by kisses, by lover’s lips. A wave of hunger that was overwhelming even in the hazy heat that is their passion.
Hitched groans as there is a slight tanglement of limbs-white and blue-and then a shuddering sigh as they move together, perfectly synchronized to each other, and perfectly formed like puzzle pieces.
Skin on skin, hands roaming, body heat exchanged at high rates.
Several exchanges and proclaims of love are said, over and over, the calling out of the same name.
And all this after a simple chess game.
But this was their relationship, goosebumps sparked by even the smallest touches, the most innocent gestures.
Nothing else mattered to him. In the long and short of it, Jack’s life, soul, and body belonged to Sally. He savored every breath, every kiss….each moan…dear God her moans killed him…
She shifted against him, the softness of her skin rubbing against his. His heart raced as he heard her breath, heard her move.
“Say it again.’’ She whispered, entwining her fingers with his.
He smiled. “I said it a hundred times already.’’
“Please.’’
He tipped her head back, kissing her deeply. “Let’s get married.”
And they elapsed once again into everlasting passion.
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* Dreams**
The first time he saw her jack could’ve sworn that heaven
had opened up and lost an angel.
He had never been one to ogle at people, to stare.
But with her, with Sally, it was all he could do.
She left him speechless, deaf, and dumb.
And he wanted more than anything to know her.
Tall, thin, with long red hair that flowed behind her like
water, she was the only one who could make Jack feel nervous.
He went to sleep wishing that she was there alongside him and woke up from steamy dreams that she was in.
Again and again he avoided her, scared of what she might think of him and his subtle foolery.
He saw her sitting among the hill, alone, among the snow. He walked up to her, pouring out his heart and souls devotions, half scared to death that she might turn away from him.
But she didn’t. She held out her hands to him in return and he took them, bringing her close to him and taking in the kiss he had been thinking of for so long.
And he believed ever since that dreams really could come true.
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