Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2009 18:12:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alicia Taylor <nittyismyname@yahoo.com>
Subject: Real Love part 18

Hi, sweet people! Thanks for the comments! :)

Disclaimer on ch. 1.


Chapter 18.

"His wicked sense of humor
Suggests exciting sex"
-Björk

`What the hell is taking him so long?'  Olivia was sitting near the bottom
of the sturdy ladder; on a flowerbox that contained an array of brightly
pigmented blooms.  After sending her first text, she imagined Christian
would emerge from Olli's room, quickly descend the ladder and then regale
her with his tale of the "close call".

She waited for a couple minutes; looking expectantly up at the open window
and tapping her right foot against the solid ground.  She was more than a
little upset when she saw the window suddenly being shut tight.  Olivia
stood up and fished through her small, black purse that dangled from her
left shoulder and rested snugly against her right hip.  Finding her phone
quickly, she immediately texted Christian again.

[What's going on?  Answer me!]

For the second time, she received no reply.  `What if they got caught and
Aunt Henriette called the police or something?'  The idea was intriguing to
the girl and she raised an interested eyebrow at the sinfully delicious
thought.  Olivia took some curious steps, looked toward the front of the
house and waited for the cops to arrive.  The cool night air was void of
sirens blaring and yelling men in uniform; in fact, it carried no sounds at
all.

After a while, Olivia gave up looking for the fuzz and wondered around a
little garden area; all the while worrying about the many possibilities,
the situation in the room held.  Olivia's thoughts grew dark and more
sinister, as time ticked by.  Her brain betrayed her with strange ideas
that were becoming grim; almost unthinkable.  `Would she?  No, that's
completely crazy.'  She imagined her aunt attacking her cousin and his
boyfriend in a psychotic rage:

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`Oliver's precious face was filled with terror as he held his heart in
pain.  There was warm blood spilling out from under his hand.  The shiny
silver of a blade appeared from its hiding place, deep within his chest
cavity.  He slumped over, his questioning eyes, leaving salty stains on the
grayish carpet.  He could hold on no longer.  There was no time for
goodbyes.  No time for life.  Oliver's shallow breathing stopped, leaving
his body ready for the inevitable colorless cold.  Henriette was standing
over him, holding the murderous dagger and laughing madly.  Her attention
quickly turned to a distraught Christian; who was now huddled in the corner
of the room, weeping for his loss.  He didn't try to stop her when she
mixed Olli's blood with his, by slicing into Christian's torso repeatedly.
The physical pain that he endured was no match for the emotional.
Christian lay his head to the floor and allowed the darkness to take over.
The
 last thing he saw, were Olli's lifeless eyes. The orbs that had once
glowed a bright green were now the color of death. Once Henriette was sure
both bodies would never move again, she cleaned the knife off with her hand
and began to stare at the hot sticky mess it had left on her wicked skin.
She wiggled her bony fingers playfully; the red digits seemed to dance in
the moonlight.  Henriette then unlatched the window, leaving a crimson
handprint behind and without giving it a second thought, leapt to her
death.  Her insides splattered onto the ground below.'

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Olivia unsuccessfully tried to shake the horrid thoughts out of her morbid
head as she franticly texted Christian again.  Her fingers wobbled and she
was almost unable to press the correct buttons.  `There, god damnit!'  The
text was on its way.  Olivia felt an unfamiliar warmness on her face, and
as she touched her fingers to her cheek, she realized that she was crying.

[Please answer me so I know u r ok!  & tell Olli I love him.]


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Olli was feverishly ripping off Christian's inconveniently layered
clothing, as they stumbled toward the moonlit bed.  Christian let out a
little laugh when he almost fell over, while trying to kick off his shoes.
Olli grounded the taller boy, by steadily holding onto his hips.  "I've got
you."  Olli's voice was low and breathy.

Christian thought Olli's statement sounded incredibly sexy and he boldly
let his hands explore Olli's lower half.  Olli's mouth fell open and he
panted at the touch.  Christian saw Olli's open mouth as a welcome
invitation for his tongue and he kissed Olli's noises away.  The
inexperienced boys wondered what they were doing as they held each other
close and glanced down at Olli's bed.

Now only in boxers, Christian pushed Olli onto his back; a soft pillow
cushioned his head.  Olli's eyes sparkled in anticipation.  Christian's
body landed on top of Olli's and their teeth clinked together as their
mouths collided with an uncontrollable need.  Olli pressed his hands onto
Christian's lower back, so that there was no air between their bodies and
they both squirmed at the delightful friction.

Christian abruptly took his kisses away from Olli, when he heard a knock at
the door.  "Oliver, may I come in to tidy up?"  Justus' voice carried
through the wood of the door; startling them, but not breaking the mood.
"Tell him to come back later."  Christian groaned, as he tried not to hump
Olli's thigh.

Olli was still blown away by how wonderful he felt and he almost agreed to
Christian's wants, until real world issues popped into his mind.  Olli
looked up at Christian's desperate eagerness and painfully decided he would
have to be the stronger person.

"We shouldn't be doing this here anyway.  My mom could walk in anytime."
"We don't have to do that.  I just want hold you a little, that's all."
Christian held Olli to prove his point.  "I don't think that holding each
other, was all we were about to do just now."  "That's all I was going to
do."  Christian teased and then started to friskily lick and bite at Olli's
neck.  Olli quivered and reached up to feel the warm skin of Christian's
chest and the heart that was beating rapidly, because of him.

There was another knock at the door; this one, a little louder than the
first.  "Oliver, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have orders to come in and
clean!"  Christian groaned a second time at the sound of Justus' cheerfully
persistent voice.  He took his mouth off of Olli's neck to whisper into his
ear.  The warm air made Olli tingle.

"Should I hide again?"  "That would probably be a good idea."  There was
regret in Olli's hushed answer; he really didn't want Christian to get off
of him.  "Ok, but just to warn you, I can't be responsible for my actions
once I'm left alone with your jacket."

Christian rolled off of Olli and slid out of the bed.  The boys eyed the
evidence of arousal in each other's bodies.  Christian pretended to pretend
to be embarrassed, by covering up his visible excitement with his hands and
making a face.  Olli laughed and crawled on his knees, toward the foot of
the bed.  He grabbed Christian's arm, pulled him close and kissed him
lusciously before slapping his ass and sending him on his way.


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