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Don't wanna be your weekend lover
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The voice was soft and warm, caressing her ears. "Lately I've been wishing I had one desire, something that would make me never want another." She lowered her arms slowly and turned. Her eyes were soft, vunerable. "Having only one desire leaves a person empty when it flys away and you're left with the ashes." His command was soft and she approached willingly, all too aware of her tender feelings for him.
His hand was extended to her. Of it's own will, her hand drifted up, nestling securely in his. It was as if she placed her heart in his keeping. As if the pale angel said, "Here. Take my heart and mend it with a piece of yours. Fix the hurt and make us both whole." But she said nothing beyond what had already been spoken. The night whispered promises in her ears, and she willingly accepted them, blindly trusting the fates and the Goddess. Whatever happened this night would be hers to cherish.
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