Collision Course
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
20,423
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
19
Collision Course: Epilogue
She waited.
She had all the time in the world and she knew that someday she'd feel his hands on her again, touching her, caressing her, using her, pressing into her, turning her this way and that. She craved him. She wanted to embrace him, to wrap herself around him, and to carry him away. She wanted to lock him tightly within her, to keep him for herself, to protect him. She wanted to run for him, to take him fast and hard and furious. She wanted to hear him cry out in ecstasy as they flew together.
But for now she must wait -- here in this dark place where the coarse sounding man had left her. He'd stood there, watching, as two ham-handed grunts had unloaded her. They were rough with her and she hadn't liked them at all. They'd had her chained to the bed; iron had held her in place. She hadn't liked that either. But now they were all gone -- she was alone, in the dark, with parts of her still in boxes. A heavy blanket had been tossed over her and at least the coarse sounding man -- Mr. Belli she heard one of the rough men call him -- had straightened it out. He'd made sure none of her was left exposed.
"There ya' go, baby," he'd said as he'd tightened the tarp around her fender. "You'll be safe and sound here in my garage. Shouldn't be for too long," he'd said as he had thrust his hands into his pockets. "If he doesn't decide to come home soon, his mother and I'll go fetch him."
.
She waited.
She had all the time in the world and she knew that someday she'd feel his hands on her again, touching her, caressing her, using her, pressing into her, turning her this way and that. She craved him. She wanted to embrace him, to wrap herself around him, and to carry him away. She wanted to lock him tightly within her, to keep him for herself, to protect him. She wanted to run for him, to take him fast and hard and furious. She wanted to hear him cry out in ecstasy as they flew together.
But for now she must wait -- here in this dark place where the coarse sounding man had left her. He'd stood there, watching, as two ham-handed grunts had unloaded her. They were rough with her and she hadn't liked them at all. They'd had her chained to the bed; iron had held her in place. She hadn't liked that either. But now they were all gone -- she was alone, in the dark, with parts of her still in boxes. A heavy blanket had been tossed over her and at least the coarse sounding man -- Mr. Belli she heard one of the rough men call him -- had straightened it out. He'd made sure none of her was left exposed.
"There ya' go, baby," he'd said as he'd tightened the tarp around her fender. "You'll be safe and sound here in my garage. Shouldn't be for too long," he'd said as he had thrust his hands into his pockets. "If he doesn't decide to come home soon, his mother and I'll go fetch him."
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