MacsLovlyAngl
Head of the Graveyard Shift
Re: CSI- NY " Danvale Case".
To get the full chapter of their first time, check FF.Net.
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When Anthony had the boys alseep, he walked out and found Claire still sitting on the floor. Not saying a word he picked her up and carried her into her room. Pulling back the sheets he tucked her in and kissed her cheek.
"Night Claire...sleep well." Walking towards the door he softly heard her whisper...
"Please stay Tony...don't leave me alone." "Shh...I wasn't leaving you alone Claire. I just thought you'd like some space. Some time to think." "I don't...please Tony, I just don't want to think. Please help me forget the pain."
Walking towards the bed he sat down beside her. "What are you asking me Claire?" "I'm asking you to love me. I'm asking you to show me what it feels like to be touched, stroked, and loved with gentleness and care. All I know is I don't want to go another night without feeling your love. I don't want to be afraid anymore."
Standing up Anthony removed his clothes. As Claire watched she seen his powerful build come to life. All she could think was how beautiful, sexy, and tanned he was. So much man. from his tough weathered face, his well toned chest, beautiful deep blue eyes, strong full lips and long drawn out deep voice. Feeling her heart race as she seen every part of her Indiana Jones come to life.
He knew he was scaring her, he could see her shiver. Still taking his time, he allowed her to watch, to admire.
"Stand up Claire...I want to see you're beautiful body." He could see the ache in her eyes. he could see her shame as she knew her body was still bruised. Trying to reach for the light, he wouldn't let her. "Listen to me Claire...I don''t care about any bruises, I don't care about any scars or imperfections. The only thing I care about is loving the real you."
Seeing her tears fall, he refused to take her into his arms. He knew if he did, she would never be able to overcome her own imperfections. She needed to accept her scars, for they were a part of her strength, her will to survive. Slowly with caution, Claire unbuttoned her shirt. Watching as she slipped it off, Anthony admired her beautiful pearly skin.
Watching his expression for any signs of shame, she couldn't see it. "You are so beautiful Claire. Look at you, I can see so much passion in your soul." To frightened to speak...standing before each other, he could see her bruises that had still yet to fade.
Oh yes...he knew he was going to have to use extreme care and gentleness when he touched her. Reaching out to her, she moved herself into his arms, allowing him to wrap her in their warmth. "Just breathe Claire...that's it...slow calm breaths." "When she had calmed down a little, he began tracing fingertip caresses across her back.
"Anthony?" "Yeah Claire?" "What if I'm no good? What if I can't satisfy you?" "Then I have no one to blame but myself Claire. For I can feel your body already responding to mine, and I haven't even begun to show you all the wonderful seductive ways to make love." Sweeping her up, he laid her gently on the bed.
As he laid down beside her, she curled herself right into him. "It's okay Claire." Carefully laying her back flat on her back, he passiontely kissed her, drugging her, seducing her in his touch. Breaking the kiss, he caressed her neck, stopping to nibble on her ear, taking his time.
"I'm sorry Anthony...so sorry." "Shh...listen Claire, I swear to you I will not be rough, or touch in ways that will hurt you. Please...let me show you the diffrence." She still wasn't sure, she just didn't think she could trust any man that way again. Looking up into his eyes, he kissed her again, in fevered passion.
"I promise from this moment on Claire, that I will love you and boys forever. I'll never hurt you or abandoned you and the boys." Not giving her a chance to respond, he softly took her into their new world. A world that was full of passion, seduction and love.
A short time later, Anthony felt her release her nails from his bloody back. Oh he knew she had gouged him good. But he could care less. The only thing that mattered, was that he knew, he had proven to her that making love could be tender, erotic, and full of endless passion.
To get the full chapter of their first time, check FF.Net.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Anthony had the boys alseep, he walked out and found Claire still sitting on the floor. Not saying a word he picked her up and carried her into her room. Pulling back the sheets he tucked her in and kissed her cheek.
"Night Claire...sleep well." Walking towards the door he softly heard her whisper...
"Please stay Tony...don't leave me alone." "Shh...I wasn't leaving you alone Claire. I just thought you'd like some space. Some time to think." "I don't...please Tony, I just don't want to think. Please help me forget the pain."
Walking towards the bed he sat down beside her. "What are you asking me Claire?" "I'm asking you to love me. I'm asking you to show me what it feels like to be touched, stroked, and loved with gentleness and care. All I know is I don't want to go another night without feeling your love. I don't want to be afraid anymore."
Standing up Anthony removed his clothes. As Claire watched she seen his powerful build come to life. All she could think was how beautiful, sexy, and tanned he was. So much man. from his tough weathered face, his well toned chest, beautiful deep blue eyes, strong full lips and long drawn out deep voice. Feeling her heart race as she seen every part of her Indiana Jones come to life.
He knew he was scaring her, he could see her shiver. Still taking his time, he allowed her to watch, to admire.
"Stand up Claire...I want to see you're beautiful body." He could see the ache in her eyes. he could see her shame as she knew her body was still bruised. Trying to reach for the light, he wouldn't let her. "Listen to me Claire...I don''t care about any bruises, I don't care about any scars or imperfections. The only thing I care about is loving the real you."
Seeing her tears fall, he refused to take her into his arms. He knew if he did, she would never be able to overcome her own imperfections. She needed to accept her scars, for they were a part of her strength, her will to survive. Slowly with caution, Claire unbuttoned her shirt. Watching as she slipped it off, Anthony admired her beautiful pearly skin.
Watching his expression for any signs of shame, she couldn't see it. "You are so beautiful Claire. Look at you, I can see so much passion in your soul." To frightened to speak...standing before each other, he could see her bruises that had still yet to fade.
Oh yes...he knew he was going to have to use extreme care and gentleness when he touched her. Reaching out to her, she moved herself into his arms, allowing him to wrap her in their warmth. "Just breathe Claire...that's it...slow calm breaths." "When she had calmed down a little, he began tracing fingertip caresses across her back.
"Anthony?" "Yeah Claire?" "What if I'm no good? What if I can't satisfy you?" "Then I have no one to blame but myself Claire. For I can feel your body already responding to mine, and I haven't even begun to show you all the wonderful seductive ways to make love." Sweeping her up, he laid her gently on the bed.
As he laid down beside her, she curled herself right into him. "It's okay Claire." Carefully laying her back flat on her back, he passiontely kissed her, drugging her, seducing her in his touch. Breaking the kiss, he caressed her neck, stopping to nibble on her ear, taking his time.
"I'm sorry Anthony...so sorry." "Shh...listen Claire, I swear to you I will not be rough, or touch in ways that will hurt you. Please...let me show you the diffrence." She still wasn't sure, she just didn't think she could trust any man that way again. Looking up into his eyes, he kissed her again, in fevered passion.
"I promise from this moment on Claire, that I will love you and boys forever. I'll never hurt you or abandoned you and the boys." Not giving her a chance to respond, he softly took her into their new world. A world that was full of passion, seduction and love.
A short time later, Anthony felt her release her nails from his bloody back. Oh he knew she had gouged him good. But he could care less. The only thing that mattered, was that he knew, he had proven to her that making love could be tender, erotic, and full of endless passion.
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