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that could have made her panties wet, like David’s could…used to. Damn it. Guiltily, she glanced up, hoping her body language wasn’t giving her thoughts away because he’d be sure to misinterpret the reason and wouldn’t that be a motherfucking cluster.
But David was only looking at her silently, an almost wistful expression on his face.
“Do you mind my asking if there’s someone else?”
Faith felt her face burn as she shook her head. “Nope.”
He didn’t ask whether that meant no to her minding or no to the someone else, and she didn’t volunteer to clarify.
Outside, a spark of lightning made them jump and glance at the window. Thunder boomed a second behind, rolling fainter and fainter notes until the clouds swallowed the sound up, leaving only the eerie whistle of wind.
“It needs to rain,” she said, looking at the clouds so like the ones from her dream. Did those same clouds brood over a distant landscape, some place beyond the reach of ordinary? Some real place in the spirit world where he, they, everyone waited for her help? Or was it all in her head?
“Yep. It’s been like this for too long.” David paused and she turned to look at him. He leaned across the table, T-shirt pulling taut on his shoulders. “It’s like…it’s waiting to be set free. The rain. Can you feel the energy in the air? I know you feel it, Faith.”
She looked down, closed her eyes and gave her head a short,
sharp shake. David had always believed in her visions, her magic. They’d argued about it, she saying he needed to get his head out of stories and legends and focus on the things that mattered: Education. Good jobs. He’d asked why they couldn’t do all that and still believe.
The arguments had ended with her turning away, unable to find a rebuttal. She wouldn’t admit to herself it had been shame, and he wouldn’t ever accuse her of it. Maybe he should have.
Thunder rumbled again, and Faith felt a sharp needle twinge of pain between her eyebrows, piercing its way into the back of her skull. She winced and rubbed at her head.
“You okay?” David asked.
“Yeah…yeah. Just a headache. You’re right, it’s the weather.” She looked up, past the dull throb behind her eyes, and met David’s gaze. “And yes. I feel it.”
“Let’s go upstairs, Faith.” He said it just the way he’d said it years ago, when they were kids and just messing around. Except they weren’t kids now and there were years of baggage.
“You know nothing’s changed? This is just gonna be…”
“Yeah, I know what it’s just. I’m over it, girl. I know I’m not going to get anything more from you.” He leaned back and stretched, letting the damned T-shirt pull tight against his chest. “But damn, you look hot still. What can I say?”
Guilt niggled at her even as she stood up and offered him her hand. She was using David, using him now for something she wasn’t even sure would work, wasn’t even sure made sense, wasn’t sure she believed in.
But David wanted it, wanted her, and most important, David believed.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he said, nibbling at her ear as they stood in the spare bedroom beside Faith’s overnight bag, his hands
around her waist, the bulge in his pants pressing into her ass.
“So what else is new?”
More thunder outside.
“Not when you fuck, babe.” He squeezed her hips closer to his and began rubbing the crotch of her jeans. One work-hardened finger slid down to press the material into the hollow over her damp pussy, then moved back up to flicker against the seam over her clit, making it spasm and making her wriggle against his cock. Unbuttoning her shirt abruptly became a hard task, buttons and fingers at odds, refusing to cooperate.
David chuckled. “See? You’re all about fucking, Faith. You don’t let yourself get distracted.” His voice got lower with each word, with each kiss on her neck that ended in a soft bite, with each deliberate stroke of his
But David was only looking at her silently, an almost wistful expression on his face.
“Do you mind my asking if there’s someone else?”
Faith felt her face burn as she shook her head. “Nope.”
He didn’t ask whether that meant no to her minding or no to the someone else, and she didn’t volunteer to clarify.
Outside, a spark of lightning made them jump and glance at the window. Thunder boomed a second behind, rolling fainter and fainter notes until the clouds swallowed the sound up, leaving only the eerie whistle of wind.
“It needs to rain,” she said, looking at the clouds so like the ones from her dream. Did those same clouds brood over a distant landscape, some place beyond the reach of ordinary? Some real place in the spirit world where he, they, everyone waited for her help? Or was it all in her head?
“Yep. It’s been like this for too long.” David paused and she turned to look at him. He leaned across the table, T-shirt pulling taut on his shoulders. “It’s like…it’s waiting to be set free. The rain. Can you feel the energy in the air? I know you feel it, Faith.”
She looked down, closed her eyes and gave her head a short,
sharp shake. David had always believed in her visions, her magic. They’d argued about it, she saying he needed to get his head out of stories and legends and focus on the things that mattered: Education. Good jobs. He’d asked why they couldn’t do all that and still believe.
The arguments had ended with her turning away, unable to find a rebuttal. She wouldn’t admit to herself it had been shame, and he wouldn’t ever accuse her of it. Maybe he should have.
Thunder rumbled again, and Faith felt a sharp needle twinge of pain between her eyebrows, piercing its way into the back of her skull. She winced and rubbed at her head.
“You okay?” David asked.
“Yeah…yeah. Just a headache. You’re right, it’s the weather.” She looked up, past the dull throb behind her eyes, and met David’s gaze. “And yes. I feel it.”
“Let’s go upstairs, Faith.” He said it just the way he’d said it years ago, when they were kids and just messing around. Except they weren’t kids now and there were years of baggage.
“You know nothing’s changed? This is just gonna be…”
“Yeah, I know what it’s just. I’m over it, girl. I know I’m not going to get anything more from you.” He leaned back and stretched, letting the damned T-shirt pull tight against his chest. “But damn, you look hot still. What can I say?”
Guilt niggled at her even as she stood up and offered him her hand. She was using David, using him now for something she wasn’t even sure would work, wasn’t even sure made sense, wasn’t sure she believed in.
But David wanted it, wanted her, and most important, David believed.
“You’re thinking too hard,” he said, nibbling at her ear as they stood in the spare bedroom beside Faith’s overnight bag, his hands
around her waist, the bulge in his pants pressing into her ass.
“So what else is new?”
More thunder outside.
“Not when you fuck, babe.” He squeezed her hips closer to his and began rubbing the crotch of her jeans. One work-hardened finger slid down to press the material into the hollow over her damp pussy, then moved back up to flicker against the seam over her clit, making it spasm and making her wriggle against his cock. Unbuttoning her shirt abruptly became a hard task, buttons and fingers at odds, refusing to cooperate.
David chuckled. “See? You’re all about fucking, Faith. You don’t let yourself get distracted.” His voice got lower with each word, with each kiss on her neck that ended in a soft bite, with each deliberate stroke of his
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