London, December 2011
Jude Law pov
And be so happy you're here now, after too many days, weeks, months, made of simple phone calls, stolen at the same time very ungrateful to us, and projects such as snow melted in the sun.
Robert know that I love, I could hide it?
I could flatter myself that someone else has the same explosive effect on my heart, since I know you and tomorrow, where only you exist?
You are inside me, in all these questions, for which an answer has already been written.
Move and recompose the ornaments above the fireplace, while I wait for you.
I prepared a simple dinner, you promised to arrive soon from Malibu and unhook from your loyal and protective entourage.
Susan stayed at home, might not have made any difference, but I'm not yet ready to face his joy, his pride, which I understand, I would wake up the meaning of each, if I could give a son to my ... Robert Robert.
I just.
And 'so, I repeat, between sips of mineral water and a mint, chew all the time that Rob, she's been here with me: I bought him a jar, the kind you see in the stores of candy ... is a baby, when saw him the first time, seemed to have found gold in the cupboard, but ...
He is so innocent ... and I, I wanted to hate him, I find myself loving him more than before.
And 'arrived.
I asked him to use the keys, so imagine his return home after a day's work, something that changes, when in fact never existed.
In dreams enclose many scenes details from other carp, it really happened like this: a game-breaking, but I can not help it.
What do I do?
I pretend to look at the roast or the flight in the arms and I held the front of the fireplace, to hide as they are flushed, excited to have him back in this house, I had bought just for us?
What the heck do I do? Indeed, what the hell am I still doing here, between the chair and the sofa, when Rob was in the hallway and is calling me?
Damn ...
I,
to us,
that there has been given, when in truth we had even more than we had hoped.
Love ...
"Love, hello, well ... come give me your coat ..."
"Jude ... Jude!" - And smiles at me, crushing me, kisses me, crying, laughing, fall between the coat and the Victorian mirror.
"Love ..." - but I can not say much, fuck?
At the bottom is what I feel and what Robert knows me, that I love, literally.
I remembered the smell, the taste of his mouth, at times when we were not the sex, which we liked as a delusion, but first, yes first, in those of us fragments, reassembled on the set, including a backdrop and the other , like kids, always touching, kissing ...
We wanted to be, against all odds, simple, right?
"Have you cooked for me ...?"
Are you surprised, in fact the role of desperate housewife does not apply to me much, rather than erase the word home and let the rest ... which I am now.
That is, yesterday, expecting ...
I kiss you, shut up, shut up, at least we do not end up arguing, because I have a mixture of anger and pain and love and desire for you, my heart is burning ...
The hijack tears to my neck, where meeting your lips, uncertain, because you know that is not simple, then more courageous, then greedy ...
We are naked, setting a record, we would have laughed about it a year ago, but when I beat you and get it out, like a mischievous child and ungrateful, jealous even of the air, hovering around you, let alone the rest ...
Your wrists are bruised, to-morrow, as they shake, pushing you, while you lick and suck anything that has your smell, maybe I'll go crazy before dawn, maybe they will die, this vehemence with which you possess.
You're ... you're damn helpless and submissive to accept me, welcome me and keep me with you ... I will ... Robert I love ... I love you ... I stutter, sobbing ... coming thoroughly, making you move and enjoy ... I admire your face, the pure ecstasy that assails you, fills you, then explodes on you too and I want to savor every single drop, hot, spicy, with absolute lust is infinitely beautiful ... not to be ashamed of each other, created the complete confidence, at this 'go to the bathroom together ... and then things that better left unsaid, oh my God, I think, I have to laugh ...
I am happy ... ...
I'm really happy ... ...
The nodes are to disappear, for the umpteenth time, in these three years ...
"Judsie ... come here ..."
Caress me, stuck in a tiara, created by our bodies, an engraver must have thought and we have made: it is our only our Robert.
"I'm here ..."
"Look at me ... I love Jude, I love you, I never stopped."
Maybe in a split second I'll be pissed off again, but now ...
"Now sleep ... Rob." - And yet another kiss, which opens like a flower, that no one has yet seen and will never know.
End
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