He sees the blood first, spots of it across the floor. A fallen chair, knocked over in some struggle. A wellington boot but no owner. A hand, white papery skin and long red claws frozen in place as if it had been choking someone tight. And the key, the black key abandoned on the floor. A hand, a boot, blood and that key but not her. And he knows her, he knows she never takes that damn key off not even when they're in bed.
"Gale?" He turns his head, stares at dark hair and tired eyes and grabs her wrist too tight.
"Where is she?" And he knows he should let go but he has let her down once before, just the once and never again.
"The showers, I can't get her to come out." Helen replies but he's moving quick leaving the horror behind him.
His voice is rough when he finds her alone in the bathroom, her clothes discarded in a pile and when he sees her he has to stop himself from hitting something or someone. She's alone, naked with her arms wrapped tight around her legs pulling them to her chest as if she's afraid but she's never afraid. She's not looking at him, her blonde hair sticking to her neck and back as the hot water pounded down on her body. He kicks off her boots, the sound making her look up startled at him like a wild animal in one of his traps.
"Gale," she whispers and it's the most beautiful thing he's heard all day. Walking towards her, he drops to his knees and sits beneath the water with her. "No. Don't. You'll get wet."
"Doesn't matter," he replies pulling her struggling onto his lap. The water is hot against his skin, making the fabric cling to his body as she twists in his grip. Her hand breaks free and she hits him once- twice before he catches her hand and kisses her lips. He presses his hand against her back, smoothing down her spine as he picks her up and pulls her onto his lap. She bites his lip making him groan as she pulls back. Pressing her finger against his lip, she looks at him scared and frightened and curious. "I'm here Cora, I'm here. I'm real."
She pushes her hand through his hair, gripping tight and pulling it as if to make sure. He moans, leaning into her and pulling her tight to his body as she kisses him hard. Her hands are shaking, trembling as she undoes his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders.
"Coraline... wait." He whispers reaching for her as she bites him, her teeth catching his skin. He moans her name, head dropping back as she bites hard. "Fuck me Coraline."
"No Gale, fuck me. I want you to fuck me," She replied, gasping when he lifted her and placed her down onto the floor. Pinning her hands above her head, he groaned as she arched her body into his and reached up to kiss him. "Gale... please?"
There were four hundred and ninety four sheep jumping over a fence. There were six windows in the hut. There were two pairs of boots discarded by the door. And there was one snoring man sleeping beside her, his warm heavy arm covering her body. Looking up at him, she ran her fingers over the stubble on his cheek gently. Shifting beside him, she leaned up and kissed him before wriggling from beneath his arm. Rubbing her eyes she yawned, slipping her feet over the side of his bed before bending to reach for his discarded shirt. Pulling it over her head she tugged it down over her body before quietly tip-toeing over the sleeping cat and out of the room.
The island was quiet, the islanders were all asleep and dreaming of old lives and new lives and forgotten lives and new memories and new hurts. All except her of course, she couldn’t sleep. Sitting down tiredly on the porch she watched as the island slowly began to wake up. Dark skies turn orange and red and pink and blue like magic.
When she was a child she had thought the island was full of magic and wonder but now she was a grown up, an adult and she knew the truth and she knew that magic was in the simple things. Like in the way the man who loved you touched you with gentle fingertips or the way a baby cried for the first time or the way pie tasted fresh out of the oven. Magic was everywhere she looked; she just had to know how to see it.
Soft lips pressed a chaste kiss against her neck making her sigh. Warm arms wrapped around her middle as long legs stretched out either side of her, his body pressed into her back as he sat close behind her. Reaching for him, she brushed her hand through his hair as he kissed her neck gently. Magic was in the way he knew when to kiss her like that.
“Come back to bed,” he whispered in her ear as she closed her eyes at his voice. She leaned back into his body as he pressed his hand between his shirt and her body. Calloused fingers touched her stomach, gently stroking and tickling her making her squirm against him. Pressing back against the hot, hard length of him he sighed as she rubbed against him and exhaled her name. “Coraline.”
Magic was in the way he said her name like that and in the way he made her feel and in the power they held over each other. Magic was the way she loved him.
Turning she placed her knees either side of his hips and slid onto his lap facing him. Sliding her hand over his cheeks, she smiled as the short hair scratched her hands and her lips when she kissed him. Pressing their heads together she watched him curiously, cradling his head as she rocked her hips, feeling the tip of him press against her. He groaned trying to move, his arms wrapping around her and sliding over her arse beneath the shirt and up her back.
“Gale,” she whispered, saying his name like it was her own prayer. She moaned as she pressed down against him, feeling him hot and hard inside her and feeling the way he pushed back against her. His hands pressed against her back pulling her closer as she began to move against him. Lifting her hands over her head as he impatiently tugged and pulled his shirt over her head. She kissed him as he dropped the shirt to the porch, crying out as he bit her lip and covered her breast with his hand squeezing. “God, Gale!”
Watching his head bend curiously, she sighed as he dipped her back lifting her in his lap so he could cover her breast with his mouth. Letting out a moan as his tongue and teeth licked and bit her nipple; she squirmed in his lap and pressed down making him groan out her name. Sliding her hands up his chest she pushed at his shoulders until he tumbled back, lying flat against the wooden floor boards. Hands sliding over her thighs, he held onto her hips trying to push and sit up until she pressed him down.
Holding him down gently she bent over his body kissing him as her hair fell down around them. Letting him brush her hair out of his face, she ran her hands down his chest fingers tracing over his nipples teasingly as she rocked her hips slowly making him groan out in frustration. Biting her lip she smiled as he whispered her name over and over again as she rode him slow, her fingernails scratching down his stomach.
“Fuck Coraline,” He groaned out grabbing her hands and pulling them up over his head so he could kiss her. Rolling them over, she moaned as she pulled him in closer. The angle was different, it felt tighter and hotter and she wrapped her arms around him as he began to fuck her faster. She spread her legs wider, sliding a foot down his leg as she tried to get him closer to her. Crying out as he bit her shoulder she shook gently whispering his name.
“Gale, Gale... please.” She gasped as his finger pressed between them sliding over her clit and making her come against his hand. Panting, she slid her hand across his back and kissed him hard as he faltered and came with a groan inside her.
“I love you,” Gale whispered brushing her hair from her face and gently stroking her face. She smiled, turning her head so she could kiss his palm. Rolling them over onto his back she bent down almost kissing him before she tapped his stubbly cheek with her fingers. “Tease. Come back to bed.”
“I know.” Coraline replied scrambling to her feet unsteadily as he reached for her again. She tripped over cat, swearing as she scrambled inside his hut grabbing clothes as she went. “And I can’t I’m late.”
“So, be late.” He replied as she jogged past. Holding her hand he sat up and pulled her down to him. She kissed him fingers teasing through his hair before she pulled out of his grip.
“I can’t,” She replied pulling on her wellington boots over the blue scrubs. He sighed, nudging the cat with his foot as he wandered back towards the hut. She stopped, pulling the bag over her shoulder as she called for him. “Gale?” He turned looking at her for once curiously. “I love you.”
He leaned against the door, smiling at her as he watched her run away. There were three hundred and twenty three people on the island. There were one hundred and eighty six men on the island. But there was only one man she loved and she wouldn’t give that magic up for anything. Even if he did snore.
leave the horror here
"Gale?" He turns his head, stares at dark hair and tired eyes and grabs her wrist too tight.
"Where is she?" And he knows he should let go but he has let her down once before, just the once and never again.
"The showers, I can't get her to come out." Helen replies but he's moving quick leaving the horror behind him.
His voice is rough when he finds her alone in the bathroom, her clothes discarded in a pile and when he sees her he has to stop himself from hitting something or someone. She's alone, naked with her arms wrapped tight around her legs pulling them to her chest as if she's afraid but she's never afraid. She's not looking at him, her blonde hair sticking to her neck and back as the hot water pounded down on her body. He kicks off her boots, the sound making her look up startled at him like a wild animal in one of his traps.
"Gale," she whispers and it's the most beautiful thing he's heard all day. Walking towards her, he drops to his knees and sits beneath the water with her. "No. Don't. You'll get wet."
"Doesn't matter," he replies pulling her struggling onto his lap. The water is hot against his skin, making the fabric cling to his body as she twists in his grip. Her hand breaks free and she hits him once- twice before he catches her hand and kisses her lips. He presses his hand against her back, smoothing down her spine as he picks her up and pulls her onto his lap. She bites his lip making him groan as she pulls back. Pressing her finger against his lip, she looks at him scared and frightened and curious. "I'm here Cora, I'm here. I'm real."
She pushes her hand through his hair, gripping tight and pulling it as if to make sure. He moans, leaning into her and pulling her tight to his body as she kisses him hard. Her hands are shaking, trembling as she undoes his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders.
"Coraline... wait." He whispers reaching for her as she bites him, her teeth catching his skin. He moans her name, head dropping back as she bites hard. "Fuck me Coraline."
"No Gale, fuck me. I want you to fuck me," She replied, gasping when he lifted her and placed her down onto the floor. Pinning her hands above her head, he groaned as she arched her body into his and reached up to kiss him. "Gale... please?"
He'd never been able to tell her no.
sleep with me tonight pt1
The island was quiet, the islanders were all asleep and dreaming of old lives and new lives and forgotten lives and new memories and new hurts. All except her of course, she couldn’t sleep. Sitting down tiredly on the porch she watched as the island slowly began to wake up. Dark skies turn orange and red and pink and blue like magic.
When she was a child she had thought the island was full of magic and wonder but now she was a grown up, an adult and she knew the truth and she knew that magic was in the simple things. Like in the way the man who loved you touched you with gentle fingertips or the way a baby cried for the first time or the way pie tasted fresh out of the oven. Magic was everywhere she looked; she just had to know how to see it.
Soft lips pressed a chaste kiss against her neck making her sigh. Warm arms wrapped around her middle as long legs stretched out either side of her, his body pressed into her back as he sat close behind her. Reaching for him, she brushed her hand through his hair as he kissed her neck gently. Magic was in the way he knew when to kiss her like that.
“Come back to bed,” he whispered in her ear as she closed her eyes at his voice. She leaned back into his body as he pressed his hand between his shirt and her body. Calloused fingers touched her stomach, gently stroking and tickling her making her squirm against him. Pressing back against the hot, hard length of him he sighed as she rubbed against him and exhaled her name. “Coraline.”
Magic was in the way he said her name like that and in the way he made her feel and in the power they held over each other. Magic was the way she loved him.
sleep with me tonight (continued)
“Gale,” she whispered, saying his name like it was her own prayer. She moaned as she pressed down against him, feeling him hot and hard inside her and feeling the way he pushed back against her. His hands pressed against her back pulling her closer as she began to move against him. Lifting her hands over her head as he impatiently tugged and pulled his shirt over her head. She kissed him as he dropped the shirt to the porch, crying out as he bit her lip and covered her breast with his hand squeezing. “God, Gale!”
Watching his head bend curiously, she sighed as he dipped her back lifting her in his lap so he could cover her breast with his mouth. Letting out a moan as his tongue and teeth licked and bit her nipple; she squirmed in his lap and pressed down making him groan out her name. Sliding her hands up his chest she pushed at his shoulders until he tumbled back, lying flat against the wooden floor boards. Hands sliding over her thighs, he held onto her hips trying to push and sit up until she pressed him down.
Holding him down gently she bent over his body kissing him as her hair fell down around them. Letting him brush her hair out of his face, she ran her hands down his chest fingers tracing over his nipples teasingly as she rocked her hips slowly making him groan out in frustration. Biting her lip she smiled as he whispered her name over and over again as she rode him slow, her fingernails scratching down his stomach.
“Fuck Coraline,” He groaned out grabbing her hands and pulling them up over his head so he could kiss her. Rolling them over, she moaned as she pulled him in closer. The angle was different, it felt tighter and hotter and she wrapped her arms around him as he began to fuck her faster. She spread her legs wider, sliding a foot down his leg as she tried to get him closer to her. Crying out as he bit her shoulder she shook gently whispering his name.
“Gale, Gale... please.” She gasped as his finger pressed between them sliding over her clit and making her come against his hand. Panting, she slid her hand across his back and kissed him hard as he faltered and came with a groan inside her.
“I love you,” Gale whispered brushing her hair from her face and gently stroking her face. She smiled, turning her head so she could kiss his palm. Rolling them over onto his back she bent down almost kissing him before she tapped his stubbly cheek with her fingers. “Tease. Come back to bed.”
“I know.” Coraline replied scrambling to her feet unsteadily as he reached for her again. She tripped over cat, swearing as she scrambled inside his hut grabbing clothes as she went. “And I can’t I’m late.”
“So, be late.” He replied as she jogged past. Holding her hand he sat up and pulled her down to him. She kissed him fingers teasing through his hair before she pulled out of his grip.
“I can’t,” She replied pulling on her wellington boots over the blue scrubs. He sighed, nudging the cat with his foot as he wandered back towards the hut. She stopped, pulling the bag over her shoulder as she called for him. “Gale?” He turned looking at her for once curiously. “I love you.”
He leaned against the door, smiling at her as he watched her run away.
There were three hundred and twenty three people on the island. There were one hundred and eighty six men on the island. But there was only one man she loved and she wouldn’t give that magic up for anything. Even if he did snore.