Impossible Gifts
Copyright© 2007 by Renee Blaine
Chapter 10
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Jamie is a jaded rocker watching his life fade before his eyes. Celeste is a child running from a life she doesn't want. Somewhere in the middle, they collide.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa
Dancing proved to be the easiest thing Celeste had ever learned, by her own admission. He wasn't surprised-- she naturally gave herself over to the rhythm of the music and flowed with it. The soft velvet of her skirt swayed and fluttered around his legs as they moved, flaring out like petals on some exotic lily when he spun her.
Breathless and laughing, she twirled back into his arms, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling. He stumbled, caught himself, and stared. Her palms rested lightly against his chest, the bare skin of her shoulders under his fingertips. He wanted to kiss her. Deliberately, he stepped back.
"I'm worn out," he lied. "Let's take a break." Celeste nodded and sat down willingly, picking up a blank piece of scoring paper from the table and idly toying with it. He watched her small fingers folding and creasing, curiosity slowly replacing the ache of lust. "What's that?"
"A butterfly," she replied, lifting it on her palm so he could see it. Cunningly crafted from the sheet of paper, it looked like some sort of Disney fantasy creature made of music. With a mischievous smile, Celeste leaned forward and blew softly across the trembling paper wings. Tiny sparks of gold settled on the creamy surface, tracing along the black lines, and then scalloping the edges with flame. The butterfly flexed its wings once, then glided from her hand, trailing pale golden flame.
He watched the pretty picture it made dipping and soaring through the room, the flame that had kissed the outer edges working inward until it was no longer a piece of cunningly folded piece of paper but a glorious bit of fire given life and will, exalting in its freedom. Celeste held out her hand and the butterfly perched again on her palm, shimmering and lovely. She closed her hand over the gleaming wings, opened it to reveal ashes.
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