Waiting for Mercy (Cambions)
“I looked down at the ensemble she has us wearing and find it’s her signature look of a white tank and her sweat pants. Today she was wearing the light blue ones. Opening the door to her room, I closed it carefully to make as little noise as possible. Stopping, I listened and only heard television noises coming from down the hall. So maybe he wasn’t asleep. I didn’t bother to waste time, I sashayed my way down the hall. The knob turned easily. The room was dark but I had no trouble seeing him lying on the bed. His eyes are closed, but I knew he knew I was here. At his feet, I made my assent. Creeping up on all four, I crawled the entire length of his body. I reached my hand to caress his beautiful face. His hands captured mine and I found myself on the bottom beneath a pile of covers and sheets he’d been underneath moments before. He moved fast wearing nothing but loose fitting bottoms. His well toned chest hovered over me. Trapped, I longed to reach out and touch him. “Rat,”
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