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Wicked Wednesday #281 — Car Keys

Eliza placed her hand on Rafe’s thigh. He had grabbed her and the car keys, and they were on the road. She looked absently out of the window, excited for a trip with him. The idea of being just the two of them excited her, especially with no destination.

Just each other.

Her phone vibrated, and immediately she felt herself go loose between her legs. The vibration went along her zipper, and made her drunk with something. She did not need to look at the phone, she knew who it was…

The struggle to look at her phone was a huge one. Of course she had texted before in the car with Rafe, but not with Terrence. She picked up her phone, her other hand still on Rafe’s thigh.

Morning precious rose.

He started calling her a rose, after she got the tattoo with him in mind.

Morning babe.

Miss you…

Miss you too…

What are you wearing, what are you doing?

Driving.

She squeezed Rafe’s thigh, when she realized that she had told Terrence she was driving.

You are not supposed to text and drive!

But it is you, you know I have no control when it comes to you…

It was not a lie, she thought as she stared at the sentence on her phone.

I like that about you, and the same. Why don’t you drive over here?

I’m in Long Island…

She stared out of the window just then, so she would know where to tell him she was.

I want to see you.

Me too.

I want you.

Eliza looked at Rafe, and squeezed his thigh as a reflex.

I always want you.

She squeezed her legs together, and placed the phone down on her lap.

She did always want him, her thoughts of him raced faster than the highway outside her window…

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Wicked Wednesday #280 — Hologram

The tatooed flowers Eliza’s ribs looked like a hologram, like you could reach out, touch them and would feel them…smell them.

Terrence could not keep his hands, or his nose away from her. In bed, he liked the feeling of her ribs and spared no expense at touching her there…showing her…

He pressed his nose to her ribs, and kissed her rib by rib, and it made her feel very biblical. Even though it was Eve who was made from Adam’s rib…

Terrence kissed her ribcage, and then pulled her on top of him. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time, and Terrence started to look like a hologram of her tattoo through her rose-colored visage…his face more lovely than any rose…

Rafe liked the tattoo, it was a reminder to him of when he first met her and she was more bohemian. These days, she did not fret as much about how it was when they first got together and she did not feel elegant enough to be his fiancee…

“You know I think that you are beautiful no matter what you do…” Rafe had said to her, as he kissed her ribcage.

When Eliza was alone, and she ran the tops of her fingers over her ribcage, it felt like love. The roses looked like photorealism on her flesh. Looking at herself naked in the full length mirror, she saw herself—her age and the flowers tattooed on her like love. There was love in her eyes and on her body, and she was grateful…

…for all of the love.

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Wicked Wednesday #279 — Sugar

“Oh sugar, this is the worst part, I promise!” Her tattoo artist caressed her reassuringly.

Eliza had grimaced a little bit, but she really was not in pain. She had a high pain tolerance she had discovered when she got her first tattoo, this time it was only the part right over the bone that made her grimace.

The steady buzzing lulled her, and making eye contact with Terrence helped. The flower she was putting there was one he picked. It was him making so much comments about her current tattoo, that made her want another one.

“You okay?” he mouthed.

She smiled, and blinked her eyes to say yes.

“Sugar, you good?” the tattoo artist asked again.

“Yes,”Eliza said lucidly.

“You are the calmest customer I have had today, so I just want to be sure. I could not finish one today because they were not ready and squirmed all over the place!”

Eliza liked that her artist was in tune with her, but it was looking into Terrence’s eyes that soothed her the most. She was between calm and aroused, as the machine buzzed away. All she really thought of was making love with him when the new tattoo was healed,

and he could caress it and know that she put it there because of him.

She never imagined that he would be such a big part of her life, that she would want him around when she was feeling vulnerable. But now she could not imagine anything else, but to be close to him when she felt vulnerable or anxious.

Honestly, she wanted to be close to him a lot. The warmth of his skin soothed her, and his eyes calmed her. He took her hand, and she squeezed his. His hand in hers was the sensation she focused on, more than the sensation of the tattoo.

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Wicked Wednesday #278 — Tattoo

Eliza remembered getting the tattoo for sure, she had been with Johnny when she got it. She was nervous, and he was there to hold her hand.

Which he did, tightly.

It was a less traumatic experience than she had imagined it to be. Johnny had been proud of her. It was her first tattoo, but he had had a lot.

When she got together with Rafe, he had been startled the first time his hands were under her shirt that she had one. He had caressed the flower on her ribcage with awe, and then with lust. They were only kissing at that point, but his lust was like a brand. She remembered his touch more than she remembered what getting the tattoo felt like.

Now Terrence was holding her, caressing her ribcage and she felt like the flower was blooming under his touch. It amazed her how her tattoo felt different with the different men in her life.

She loved the flower. and she had gotten another one right before she met Oscar. He had always been indifferent about it, but when he touched her there it was always magical to her.

Terrence’s hand there now, lulled her and she wondered if she wanted to add another flower there on her ribs and if she wanted him to come and hold her hand this time…

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Wicked Wednesday #277 — Eavesdropping

Every time Eliza was with Terrence post-Lily, she always made sure that it was private. That no one could eavesdrop on their conversation.

She felt confident in this when she brought him to her favorite bar, with her favorite bartender Josephine. Josephine had secrets of Eliza’s, that Eliza was sure that Josephine would bring to her grave.

Bringing Terrence there was a leap of faith, and to show him she was not ashamed of him. She was not sure where his insecurity was coming from, but she wanted to put an end to it.

Her bare arms shivered with the slight chill of the air in the bar, and from the heat of Terrence’s body so close to hers. She softly sipped Laphroaig from her glass, its smokiness combined with ice familiar and satisfying to

her.

He looked at her reverently. The way he looked at her always made her pause. Made her aware of the moment, made her present, stained her with love. She moved closer to him, and the simple touch of his shirt against her arm scalded her with desire. She watched him sip the amber fluid–straight, no ice–thinking she would savor the taste when she kissed him.

“Josephine is Rafe’s sister’s partner. But I knew her first, she and I go way back.”

“So the bartender knows Rafe?”

Eliza realized she had not said any of the things that she knew as fact to him before. She had not thought of how they would affect Terrence.

“Yes.”

“And you brought me here? So she can judge me? So she can see how different I am from Rafe?”

Eliza’s eyes widened, but before she could could open her mouth, Josephine answered for her.

“No, she brought you here because she is in love with you, and she wanted to show you off to me. Eliza only brings people who matter to her here.”

Josephine pulled her tie, and walked down the counter. Eliza’s eyes floated to Terrence to see if he was watching her, but he met her eyes when she looked at him.

She was quiet.

“I don’t know what is wrong with me, Eliza. I have never been like this before. I am not an insecure man, I don’t know what this is.”

She leaned in, and took his hand.

“I am here, I am always here for you. I don’t care what is going on, I am here and we will deal with it together.”

His eyes looked grateful for an instant, before he squeezed her hand and kissed it.

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Wicked Wednesday #276 — Foreigner

They looked at each other like foreigners.

Eliza was not sure what to say to Terrence, and he looked at her like he was not sure what to say to her.

“You are why I am so together as I am…” Terrence said.

She looked at him, her heart full, and she closed her eyes.

“Okay.”

And he became familiar to her again, when she felt him warm so close to her from underneath his skin.

When she felt his heart.

“But you have to understand that it is hard for me–now–when I know that I cannot compete with Rafe, and people see us together in a photo, and wonder who is she with when she is engaged to Mr. Perfect?”

“I don’t care–”

Eliza was getting animated, and about to wave her arms. when Terrence held them, and used them to pull her close to him to let his lips hover over her parted ones. She was hungry for his kiss, and pursed her lips over his as he licked their contours.

“I know you don’t care…” he stated, his tongue in the crook of her lips before he kissed her. She pulled him close to her, and pressed herself against him with the fever he created in her. He responded to her with equal fever, and she was practically scorched by the time they were naked and one on his bed.

This was what she knew, this was who they were to each other and there was nothing foreign about that for her. Nothing foreign as her body cooled with spent fever after…

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Wicked Wednesday #275 — Eye Contact

Eliza looked down at her metallic heels, the light that shone off them was like moonlight. She needed that brightness, to contrast the darkness inside her.

It was melodramatic, but her eye contact with Terrence had been so flat and she had dressed all up for him.

“Are you okay?” she questioned haltingly, her hand on her chest where her clevage was soft even to her own touch.

His eyes were flat, and his mouth had no trace of a smile which was something she was not accustomed to since they had been together.

“I’m fine,” he shrugged, walking past her and she looked at his the texture of his skin and took in his heat. She did not believe him, but this was a mood she had never encountered with him before.

She studied his face, and he broke out into a smile despite himself.

“Tell me,” she dared, looking into his eyes.

He looked into her eyes.

“Just a lot, looking for a job, seeing the article…”

Eliza felt herself frown remembering her conversation with Rafe about it.

“I–”

“I do not care about being seen with you, but who am I? Compared to Rafe? In terms of my life right now? At least if I was somebody for people to say she is with him…”

“Terrence, I love you, I–”

“I know you love me, but look at the men who are in your life. Rafe, Oscar and me…”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you have to ask? What do you think all of this is? This is me loving you, and falling apart.”

“You are saying I am why your life is falling apart.

Their eye contact was icy, and neither of them looked away…

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Wicked Wednesday #274 — Celebrity

There was a bit of celebrity that Eliza dealt with being involved with Rafe. He was a high roller, and very well off otherwise so being in a relationship with him meant that people noticed her. Sometimes alone, but this time she was with Terrence and the gossip columnist who depicted her inquired as to who she was with that was not Rafe in the newspaper.

Rafe sat at the table, tight-jawed and sipping his coffee like he had an issue with it. But he did not say a word to her. He barely even looked at her at all. Eliza attended to her scrambled eggs like an eager lady in waiting.

When she pressed her fork on the last bit of egg, Rafe spoke:

“You know, I never was ever pictured with another woman and I know that that is not exactly a claim to fame since I was seeing Sev behind your back, but you were even seeing Oscar and you were never as reckless as you are with this Terrence.”

“Reckless? I’m reckless?”

“Eliza…”

“I opened up our relationship so we could explore other options, and you are the one who is always jealous when you are the genesis to why it is like that in the first place, the why we are open. You made a big fuss about Terrence, and the thing is…”

“Eliza…”

“I’m in love with him, and I am trying to figure this all out. I am trying to figure this all out and be with you and be with him. I am trying to make my love work.”

“I know what we have,” he said, taking her hand and squeezing it. “But everyone out there does not understand and I do not want anyone to confuse what is going on with us.”

“I know, I am sorry, but I am in love with him and I was not expecting that at all.”

They looked at each other for a long while, focusing on their clasped hands. No one would see this, them together and understanding that being open has its risks.

Their tiny bit of local celebrity exposed them.

Eliza closed her eyes, as she remembered how happy she had been at that moment with Terrence frozen in the newspaper black and white grid. Moments before he held her so close, she thought she would burst from love.

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Wicked Wednesday #273 — Flying

All Eliza heard in her head was “You Sent Me Flying” by Amy Winehouse, for no particular reason. Lying beside Terrence, she sighed heavily and he moved with her breath.

She froze.

Did he know that she had watched him all of that time? After they made love, and after they cuddled?

Her lips pressed together, she heard her breath deepen as his did even though she stayed awake. She looked at the gentle rise and fall of his body. She watched his eyelids flutter like fierce butterflies. At some point, he was just still and she watched him.

The way she felt about him was different than she had ever felt about anyone else. Her emotional skill set was being used in a very different way than she had ever used it before. With him–interacting with him–she relied heavily on her intuition, and just her raw emotion.

She wanted to be with him, because she was in love with him.

For better, or for worse.

“See something you like?”

Eliza rubbed her nose against his, and then licked him before she kissed him.

Terrence pulled her on top of him, and she poured herself all over him. It felt so good with him, so natural, nothing could talk her out of him.

He pushed her onto him deeper, and she groaned while she beat her hands against his chest and rode him like their lives depended on it.

And they did…

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Wicked Wednesday #272 — Black & White/ Kink of the Week: Going Commando

Eliza felt damp underneath the black and white dress that she wore. She was annoyed with Terrence, and it was the first time she had really been so despite everything that happened between them.

But even mad, even wanting to throw him out of a window, when she looked at him something happened inside of her.

He moved closer to her, and she looked at him first hopelessly, vulnerably. Then she squared her shoulders, and felt how tight her jaw was.

“No, no, you cannot just sweet talk me out of this,” she said quietly, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

That was all he said, without smiling like usual to soften her. His expression was solemn almost, and his eyes locked with hers.

Naked beneath her waist. Eliza had on only a black and white bra, under her black and white dress. Naked the rest of way down, she felt her clit thicken and twitch with desire.

She fluttered her eyelashes, and looked away from him.

He kissed her where her lashes fell.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he repeated as a litany.

He pressed her to the wall, and she drowned in his scent and emotion before he slipped his hand under her skirt and she heard his surprised gasp.

“You’re not–”

She leaned up and kissed him. He pulled her close, and he slapped her backside, his fingers sticking a bit because they were damp with her moisture.

Pressing her pelvis to his, Eliza let him crush her to him even more. She looked up at him, this time vulnerable and scared.

The way she felt about him terrified her, and being in his arms made her feel like loose lava. He caressed her, at the top of her triangle and she squirmed which made him spank her.

Her desire raged only from the waist down, although she could feel her nipples were hard against the cups of her bra.

He said he was sorry, and she allowed him to pleasure her. She gave into him.

Like usual.

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