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Touch
By Regina


Series: Senses
Summary: The first in the Senses series: Wes, Fred, and lots of exploration.
Spoilers: None
Disclamer: If they were mine, I wouldn't be eating Easy Mac, and the show would be more interesting.
Distribution: WNW, any site that's affiliated with Bookish, even if I forgot you were, anyone else just ask.
Authors Notes: These are short short short, and will continue as long as you guys don't tell me I need to shot or something.

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I hate it when she does this. Well, in truth, I love it, but that's not the point. She always starts slowly, something simple like brushing my hand a little longer than necessary when passing me a book. Then she'll progress to leaning across me, letting her hair brush my forearm, or perhaps even pressing her body close to mine.

After that I'll feel her leg press against mine, for a split second, a minute, I had no idea. Time tends to loose all meaning around that point in her game. Then, before I know it, her slim fingers would be tracing intricate patterns on my thighs, sending shockwaves of pleasure all throughout my body. It was always around then that I would cave, and let the stonewall expression on my face slide into one of pure desire.

I think that was what she wanted, to break me. To have the distinction of being the only thing to date that could distract me when I was focused on my research. No matter how I tried, I could never resist her touch, and once again I gave in, content to loose myself in all that was Fred.

She scampers into my lap, and puts her arms around me, her hands running through my hair and down my neck. She manages a breathless "I won" before I capture her lips with my own, indulging myself in the pleasure she gives me. She can make me feel like nothing else, make me lose control in the most delightful way. She presses herself closer to me and trails her lips down my jaw-line, as the world slips away, and the only thing left is the sounds of passion that are uniquely ours.





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