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His firm hands gripped her small wrists and held them to the wall, his body crushing her back so she could not move. " Wh-what are you doing?" She asked shakely, half confused as hell and the other half being lost by the overwhelming feeling of not wanting him to stop. His grey eyes pierced hers as he leant forwards to brush his lips against hers. She shivered under the soft caress, her cheeks turning red. She couldn't believe this was happening, why all of a sudden?

He stood sipping his coffee idly as he watched her sleep on the couch. She was putting on quite a morning display for him with all of her facial expressions and murmers of his name. It bistowed a smug grin on his pale lips to hear her call for him in such a way. He figured he should wake her to save her from embarassment but this was just too good. Though his fun was cut short as she twitched herself out of sleep and slowly began to wake. Her eyes lifted open like heavy weights and the first thing she saw was his fluffy sheep pajama bottoms. She rubbed her eyes firmly before looking up to see him smiling down at her. " Sleep well?" He asked before taking another drink out of the cup cradled in his hands.

She sat up and stretched, her muscles aching, especially her neck. She had fallen asleep late last night, or rather, early that morning while she studied. Her text book suficing as a pillow while papers were strewn all over herself and the furnature. " What time is it?" She asked incoherently, yawning and stretching again. " 11pm" He said as he made room on the couch for him to sit next to her. " WHAT?" She said in panic as she leapt out of her seat. " You idiot, why did you let me sleep so long??" He made a face and said cooly. " Sleep so long on a Saturday? How cruel of me."

Saturday..she had completely forgotten. Every day felt like a school day now, never ending.. At least she could relax for one day. " Oh" she said as she sat back down and propped her feet up on the coffee table before them. When she looked over at him he was examining her homework. She wondered why he even cared, he never took interest in his own.. he never did his homework but somehow he managed to be the smartest in his class. " So." He said, breaking her focus. " Have a good dream?" She stiffened at the question, instantly being reminded of the fantasy her mind had managed to conjure up in order to torture her. The faint hint of pink returned to her cheeks as she crossed her arms uncomfrtably over her chest. " I guess." She murmered indiferently. " You sounded more inthusiastic when it was happening." He purred.

Oh no.. had she been talking in her sleep again? The dreaded downfall of her overactive imagination showed up even when she didn't want it to. Now he knew what she had been dreaming, and if not what he most definately knew who it was about. He spoke up again, but now his body was turned towards her, his coffee set on the table, his arm stretched behind her head. His eyes had taken on a loving gloss that made the room hazy when she looked into them.

" You know if you want me to do that to you.. just ask." She tensed and blushed bright red. Was she still dreaming? She bit her bottom lip firmly until she tasted metal. No she wasn't dreaming! She pushed him away from her till he nearly fell out of the chair before she stood up and ran off.

She hid herself in the confinements of her room, deciding to just go back to bed. Her head was messed up at the moment, and the tugging of her heart making her want to go back down and accept his offer was just too much. How could she let this happen? It was wrong for a mature boy and girl to even be room mates in the first place, but now she would fight tooth and nail if anyone tried to move her to another house to stay in. She felt like she wasn't even in control of her own wants and feelings anymore, he was the one calling the shots. And she didn't mind it at all.

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I used to frown
With nonchalance
At people caught in it
Shrug my shoulders
Conveying pity
At such stupidity.

They are victims-
My wise conclusion,
A blindness totally
A fatal attraction
Of sheer illusion
A mental incapacity.

Masochists
Who love to hurt
Themselves in much dilemma,
A Sweet obsession
Of webbed emotion
Equivocal
Et cetera!

But now it's here-
Contamination!
Its net has spread
No invitation-
My heart now throbs...

Struggling
Ailing
Beating
Missing...

Wanting YOU-
Stubborn
Love!
-
By Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello

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His firm hands gripped her small wrists and held them to the wall, his body crushing her back so she could not move. " Wh-what are you doing?" She asked shakely, half confused as hell and the other half being lost by the overwhelming feeling of not wanting him to stop. His grey eyes pierced hers as he leant forwards to brush his lips against hers. She shivered under the soft caress, her cheeks turning red. She couldn't believe this was happening, why all of a sudden?

He stood sipping his coffee idly as he watched her sleep on the couch. She was putting on quite a morning display for him with all of her facial expressions and murmers of his name. It bistowed a smug grin on his pale lips to hear her call for him in such a way. He figured he should wake her to save her from embarassment but this was just too good. Though his fun was cut short as she twitched herself out of sleep and slowly began to wake. Her eyes lifted open like heavy weights and the first thing she saw was his fluffy sheep pajama bottoms. She rubbed her eyes firmly before looking up to see him smiling down at her. " Sleep well?" He asked before taking another drink out of the cup cradled in his hands.

She sat up and stretched, her muscles aching, especially her neck. She had fallen asleep late last night, or rather, early that morning while she studied. Her text book suficing as a pillow while papers were strewn all over herself and the furnature. " What time is it?" She asked incoherently, yawning and stretching again. " 11pm" He said as he made room on the couch for him to sit next to her. " WHAT?" She said in panic as she leapt out of her seat. " You idiot, why did you let me sleep so long??" He made a face and said cooly. " Sleep so long on a Saturday? How cruel of me."

Saturday..she had completely forgotten. Every day felt like a school day now, never ending.. At least she could relax for one day. " Oh" she said as she sat back down and propped her feet up on the coffee table before them. When she looked over at him he was examining her homework. She wondered why he even cared, he never took interest in his own.. he never did his homework but somehow he managed to be the smartest in his class. " So." He said, breaking her focus. " Have a good dream?" She stiffened at the question, instantly being reminded of the fantasy her mind had managed to conjure up in order to torture her. The faint hint of pink returned to her cheeks as she crossed her arms uncomfrtably over her chest. " I guess." She murmered indiferently. " You sounded more inthusiastic when it was happening." He purred.

Oh no.. had she been talking in her sleep again? The dreaded downfall of her overactive imagination showed up even when she didn't want it to. Now he knew what she had been dreaming, and if not what he most definately knew who it was about. He spoke up again, but now his body was turned towards her, his coffee set on the table, his arm stretched behind her head. His eyes had taken on a loving gloss that made the room hazy when she looked into them.

" You know if you want me to do that to you.. just ask." She tensed and blushed bright red. Was she still dreaming? She bit her bottom lip firmly until she tasted metal. No she wasn't dreaming! She pushed him away from her till he nearly fell out of the chair before she stood up and ran off.

She hid herself in the confinements of her room, deciding to just go back to bed. Her head was messed up at the moment, and the tugging of her heart making her want to go back down and accept his offer was just too much. How could she let this happen? It was wrong for a mature boy and girl to even be room mates in the first place, but now she would fight tooth and nail if anyone tried to move her to another house to stay in. She felt like she wasn't even in control of her own wants and feelings anymore, he was the one calling the shots. And she didn't mind it at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I used to frown
With nonchalance
At people caught in it
Shrug my shoulders
Conveying pity
At such stupidity.

They are victims-
My wise conclusion,
A blindness totally
A fatal attraction
Of sheer illusion
A mental incapacity.

Masochists
Who love to hurt
Themselves in much dilemma,
A Sweet obsession
Of webbed emotion
Equivocal
Et cetera!

But now it's here-
Contamination!
Its net has spread
No invitation-
My heart now throbs...

Struggling
Ailing
Beating
Missing...

Wanting YOU-
Stubborn
Love!
-
By Cynthia A. Buhain-Baello