“You like falling in love more than anything. More than loving or being in love, you love the sensation of falling,” Jeanne had said between her cigarette in one hand, and her gin in the other while surveying her friend.
Jeanne’s words stayed with Sabrina long after the two women parted. She did not see Jeanne often, but every time she did see her, she was falling for someone new. There she had been in the bar, getting day drunk and telling Jeanne all about Harry.
Because she was always talking about Harry.
Prince Harry, well the prince in her dreams, so her Prince Harry.
But could she imagine herself and Harry like the Royals? The big wedding, and everything that came with that? It scared her to be honest, and she was not sure why.
The commitment.
Jeanne’s words stayed with her, as she walked into their apartment. She could smell Harry was already there, deeper than just the top notes of his scent, she could smell his essence like smoke. Her nose followed the scent until she was just under his arm, her nose in the sweet pit of him. His scent raged like a fire, and he pulled her into his heat.
Sabrina hummed a French melody that Jeanne was hummed when they were together. Her French was awful, but she sang the words that she knew and Harry looked down at her.
“Did you meet with your French friend?” Harry questioned, looking into her eyes.
Sabrina nodded.
“That is my best French when I am with her. All the words I know, and understand.”
“Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?” Harry said, sticking his tongue out.
“Everyone knows what that means,” Sabrina whispered, leaning up and Harry leaned down more so their tongues touched.
And when their tongues touched, she needed more to touch. She kissed his chest, and dipped her tongue into the pit of his arm. She knew he was sensitive there. In response, he pressed her to the wall.
“You don’t like me to be gentle do you, you like me to be rough with you…”
He kissed the top of her head, as he pulled up her skirt. She could hear his finger click, as he touched between her legs with her wetness. She was already wet, neither one of them was surprised.
“You are always wet,” he said, and pushed his fingers into her mouth.
Sabrina could taste her own heat, and was afraid that she would combust, as he moved his fingers, and replaced them with his mouth.
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She definitely loves love, but I think she loves Harry…I just hope it’s something that can last.
i love that you believe in her love!:)
I liked this story, full of hotness, like her tongue in his armpit, I love doing that, and hearing the clicking of his fingers, the thought of that sound brings back memories. I do not know what “Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?” means though. Guess I’d better find out.
p.s. my answer to that question is always ‘Oh hell yes!’
roflmao
thank you! have you never heard Lady Marmalade by LaBelle? it means would you like to sleep with me…