Essential Tremor And Special Education

Chapter 87 ...

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Chapter 87: Here I will

10:14 a.m.

"Red." Leticia

raise my eyebrows, amused by his response. They both looked up and smiled at the connotation. Of course, the favorite color of Fernando would be the red. Represented all that was and all that inspired him to it: Passion. Fire. Fernando

Love had awakened first, taking a few minutes to see his wife naked in her sleep, calm and quiet, before she woke up. Her eyes opened slowly with the soothing of happiness on her to see him there, looking in the same way. Both had decided that his dream had been interrupted by the urgent need to eat something. Yet, both also agreed that for any reason they wanted to leave the bed. A few minutes later Fernando returned from the kitchen with a box of chocolate cereal balls for his lover asleep, who was dressed in his shirt.

Now both could be found on the bed, Leticia sitting with legs crossed and the cereal box on his lap while Fernando was stretched leaning on his elbow, watching her. Neither wanting to sleep or get up yet had fallen to questions and once played for weeks, when the possibility of having a relationship like that was just a possibility. Weeks later they returned to play the game for the comfort of it's good to discover new things about your partner with each question.

was Fernando's turn. And although they had spent a few rounds of questions, there was that he wanted to ask, but still undecided. I did not want to inconvenience any way Lety or remove the smile on his face. But I needed to ask, could it be that it was nothing but that if he could, so it was decided. He raised his eyes to look again, memorizing the happy face and without concern before closing his eyes for a moment and ask, his eyes on one of his hands.

"What happened last night when you wake up Lety?"

She stopped, her body still and Fernando was sure his eyes staring probably too. "... Were you awake?"

was his tone that he did find his eyes. Fragile. Terrified. His eyes conveyed the same. He nodded, holding her hand weakly in case if he decided to escape from his side.

She bit her lower lip, lowering his gaze to the box of cereal, and not making any movement to recognize the gesture, but not ripping hand. "Nothing, I had a bad dream."

"A nightmare?"

She looked into his eyes and smiled reluctantly. "But as a reality that became a nightmare."

"I always have them?" He asked worried, absorbing every detail of her face in a thousand ways to remember then how to change. Leticia

shrugged, his voice girl. "From time to time," she admitted, both knowing they were many times more than that.

uncomfortable silence try to occupy the space between them when suddenly Leticia delete it, preferring not to think about unpleasant things. "I touch me? "she asked, her face completely changed, her smile radiating light.

He smiled slightly, nodding, while his mind was occupied with the issue of Leticia nightmares that may never let her alone.

"What's your name?"

"My full name!?" Fernando asked, joining her eyebrows by the sudden question from Leticia, laughing. "No, you're gonna laugh at me."

"Come on, Fernando. Look, I promise, "she said, lifting a hand, making her a more serious expression. "I'm not laughing." Fernando

exaggerated sigh, before turning his eyes in defeat. "Fernando Sanz Lazaro Mendiola. You said you were not going to laugh! "He tells her to smile broadly at her. Leticia

chewed the inside cheek, removing your fun, "For Lazaro?"

Fernando shrugged, "For a guy who was supposedly very handsome or something."

That did it. Kelsey got a laugh came out, causing Fernando him open his eyes, "You said you were not going to laugh," the claim before him to catch her under the squirming with amusement in his eyes. "Haber, and yours?" Fernando asked, smiling slyly.

"Florence Leticia Padilla Solis," she confessed, staying quiet when you caught Fernando hands above his head.

"Linda is like the flowers," he commented Fernando.

Leticia, even in the position he was, laughed in the face of Fernando, shaking his head, clearly amused. "That corny you."

"But tell me that you love," he said, pressing her body to his, and giving a kiss to his jaw Leticia where he met his neck.

"True," Leticia said, sighing to extend your head back to give a better angle. After several minutes of pampering, Fernando and Leticia looked into his eyes, calm and satisfied just being so, in their arms.

"Which means?" Leticia asked suddenly, drawing invisible circles on the skin of the right arm of Fernando, where her tattoo in Arabic letters.

Fernando smiled. "Brotherhood," he confessed finally, looking at where it left traces of his touch. "The family is not only limited to those who share the same blood," he frowned for a moment before continuing. "I have a friend who I consider more than that,"

"Omar?"

"No, well yes, I consider on the same, but another friend. Eduardo. We did the same tattoo when he was in Mexico. "His gaze finally becoming the face of Leticia.

"And keep in touch with him?"

"Sometimes we talk. It is very adventurous, a day may be in Madrid and one in Los Angeles. She loves to travel, so it is doing, traveling. "

" I want very much, "she vocalize more as a fact that question, touched by the melancholy that Fernando showed him.

Fernando returned from the past, focusing on Leticia again. "It's one of the best friends I've known my life. And of course, as you can imagine Omar has a bit of heat. "

" you know him? "Asked Letty, smiling.

"Yes, the three grew up together. Eduardo and I approached but perhaps because it was always someone I wanted to be. "Leticia study

his eyes," How's that? "

" A free spirit. No worries, limits and responsibilities. "His voice bubbling in her stomach, slowly slowly. "It was he who convinced me to do this in boxing until he got me to keep me company, and it was he who introduced me to the gym that is nearby." Fernando frowned lowering his voice. "Sometimes I miss ..." Leticia

stroke her cheek, smiling when he kissed her. "You think you could teach me?"

Fernando returned to the present, looking at Leticia as if I had three heads. "That, to box!?" He squinted, suspicious. "Lety ... I want to hit?"

"Come on Fernando, please?" She asked, her eyes bright with laughter that his comment had caused him. "Something simple, yeah?" And before Fernando could respond, she was pulling up in bed with her, jumping in place with excitement.

"I do not think this is good idea ..." Fernando said in laziness, but of course, super fun with your request. With some pushing and jumping over Leticia, Fernando gave with laughter, showing you how to move while directing him to hand out. After a few minutes, some punching the air in practice and fending off the "attacks" by Fernando, both stumbled and fell on the bed. Fernando

Leticia was up again, the playfulness back, but now not only in his eyes, but also hers. She had already raised his head to kiss him before Fernando fall down and kiss. After several minutes of innocent caresses and kisses tasty, they stopped to absorb the tranquility of being together gave them. Leticia

sigh, settling on Fernando's chest as he moved his hand back and forth on the stomach. "Fernando, you think you could lend me your car for a while? I know you do not like to lend, and that for you is like, "

" Okay. "Leticia

turned to face him," I borrow it?! "She asked, surprised.

He stared, nodded slowly, "I trust in you."

Leticia's face softened, giving him a kiss on his bare chest before resting his chin on the site.

"You want to accompany you?" He asked, stroking her hair.

She smiled gratefully. "Thanks, but it's something I prefer to do alone. Not bother you? "He smiled

the same way," No. "

" I'm going to swim then. "He nodded, and she leaned to kiss him one last time on the lips before getting out of bed. On the threshold of the bathroom door, she paused, turning toward him, unsure. "I wait here until I return?"

Fernando, who had settled on the bed, his hands behind his head and look on it in just his shirt, gave one of his charming smiles. "I'll be here."

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Chapter 86 ...

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Chapter 86: The Persistent Ghost

dim light. Gently sweeping the walls and bottom bodies nearest small lamp, delivering a relaxed atmosphere around the room. On the floor at the foot of the bed, they could find pants pink pajamas. The top of the game hanging from a beam from the edge of the bed, ready to fall on his partner. The bed was disposed at times, times before. The bedspread cornered at the end of wood that formed the base of the bed, she once thought it was too big for her own. On the walls, shadows danced, swayed and twisted without sound or technique, an outstanding pace at the moment for intimacy.

In the center of the big bed, Leticia was lying on her back, her head tilted slightly and his eyes turned a piece above, staring at the relaxed face who stood still on it. His skin was tinged with a hint subtly scarlet, an impression created by the soft glow of the lamp to his left, his hair, tousled waves and was spread on the sheets beneath her violets.

She made no sound when Fernando walked freely hand your body, no cry of pleasure and resistance. She just looked at him. His dark eyes scanning her body half naked, completely, like the fingers of his Fernando explored. The only difference was that she was completely exposed to him, but he kept his underpants positions. And that was good, because for her, even when faced with any clothes on, did not feel as uncomfortable as when it was he who was exposed. She knew he would be exposed at some point, and the thought seized her cheeks with heat. I had to remove that fear, that naivete, that shyness with him. After all, they made love. Several times. It was time to enjoy the male body in all its glory, but not only for the nudity but because that body was that of Fernando. The body of the man she loved. Where

sat cross-legged in front of him with a knee against her carefully, she could see every inch of her body. The rise of strong muscles under his skin, his thick dark hair on their forearms and muscular legs, and every freckle, mole and scar no particular order marked his skin.

She concentrated on the slow rise and fall of his chest while a large hand Fernando rested his forehead, one finger extended outlining the path from the root of your hair to one side of his face, pausing for a moment to hide a lock of hair behind her ear. His touch continued his tour, outlining his jaw, ending at the tip of his chin before resuming to her neck, from one side to the other, falling on his chest. His hands slid down her breasts, her fingers to caress producing persistent feelings. Their caresses were not hurried nor strong, but investigative given for the purpose of memorizing his body as to induce pleasure.

When her fingers began to dance circles around her hard nipples, rubbing and giving gentle shaking, she closed her eyes, whispered moan, almost inaudible, leaving your lips between open. She deep breath, breathing it, and following his movements caused by vibrations in the skin and deep into your muscles. A brief caress step against his rib, to his stomach when the heat and humidity of the language of Fernando made contact with his navel. She immediately became impatient, her moans gaining strength and removing the comfortable silence in the room, while the damping path of your navel to your pubic bone. Leticia

lifted her hips slightly, extending an invitation, his first cry of protest came when Fernando's hands grabbed her by the waist and replanted on the mattress again. She stretched his hands on his head, holding the head of your bed. And continued, depositing kisses inside of her thighs, holding the friction enough to suck a small area of thin skin between her lips.

She then grabbed the strongest of the head of your bed, your nails done at the ripe dark marks. She began to squirm again while he was doing maneuvers with his tongue in slow circles around its center, sliding around it with enough pressure to tickle, to provoke, and to not release the body began to plead with her muscles quivering and moaning that suddenly caught in his lungs, and if that were suffering lack of oxygen.

"Oh ... God ... please Fernando ..." she vocalize, tilting his head back, her chin quivering up in the air while his muscles, his toes curled up to his jaw clenched, began a superb waves spasms. "Fer ..." She drowned in her own voice, giving the last spasms that gripped with waves of pleasure. His mouth was dry. The opening and closing, seeking relief on the lips of the man who approached and left her to move from his place. "Fer, let me touch you too. also need touch. "Her ecstasy rave controlling their body under the command of Ferdinand.

vaguely ringing, she seemed to hear his voice, authoritative but with a tinge of satisfaction seizing his every syllable. Just felt when his hands took hold of his wrists. Leticia's head fell back loose when brought forward, his eyes still closed just in a cloud of lust when he guided his seat.

"Lety, look at me."

His eyelids gradually opened to expose their pupils dilated. And when his eyes cleared, she could look into my eyes. He was surprised to see that was no longer on the bed but on the side of her, standing before her. She let out Sighing, the love drug relaxing your body, able to enjoy the view before your eyes without discomfort. After all, he was still with his shorts positions. Fernando

go to see male body with its eyes never wavering in it, he squinted to see her come to his eyes again, waiting, not knowing it was but also willing to undergo it. "I want you to see what I do," he instructed, sticking their thumbs in their underwear and getting out the only garment that clothed the naked.

Leticia's eyes widened. I was waiting, of course, but not that way, not as direct. She took her sight look better, seeing in them the permission that she needed to ask. The only stared, insisting that she looked, it looked all that was. What was hers.

Hesitatingly, Lety under the eyes, slowly. His eyes rested on his member, impressed. It was true. He was the first man who had been so. She looked at him and let her watch. I want you to see what I do, the he had said. Leticia was shy but not so naive to know he meant to tell Fernando that. He was excited. For her. He was excited to give her pleasure. And Leticia could not deny that it excited her even more to it. Leticia finally looked up and met with those dark eyes again, her dark eyes flashing with vulnerability he tried to hide. She was not the only exposed. Able that had never been subjected to nudity in this way, of this magnitude. He was sure of himself, that she had no doubt, but even the safest in the world may feel vulnerable in a situation like that.

She came, kneeling before him on the bed and then get up and put one hand on the cheek. I look at it fixed, like the did with it. "I want you," she confessed, with one hand behind your head and pulling him to his lips, his tongue exploring it on before his lips made contact. Her hands found both cheeks as they kissed, their bodies attached so that the erection of Fernando pushed the soft skin of Leticia's stomach while the hands of the was his butt. She smiled as she dropped a hand sliding down his chest down, never discontinuing the kiss, and Fernando achieving the only immobile it in your hand.

"Lety ..." Lety

But I hear the danger in her voice, she kept the kiss that nothing in the world wanted to finish, while Fernando ran penis with slow strokes, inspiring groans from the inside his mouth. The kisses became desperate, strong, when Leticia beyond the limits of Fernando.

The turn from the kiss, breathing hard and holding in his eyes. "I need ..."

"Not yet," she interrupted to tell him, kissing him again, but now pulling her toward the bed. The reason I hear, I hear his words, he just needed to be inside her, now or at any time would lose the battle. But Leticia was but insistent on what he wanted. Fernando did not have time to understand when she had him back, for your pleasure.

"Lety, that ..."

But Fernando could not vocalize a word but when Leticia slipped through his body, out of your control once more to take in his hand. Fernando closed his eyes, letting his head fall back to the pet feel that way. Where the hell had learned that!? His mind was clouded when he felt a touch of air. Looking up, she was terrified at the thought that had, somehow, under pressure to do what she intended to do. "Lety, that ... I did not do for you ..." A groan he defeated Leticia words when given a squeeze.

"I want to Fernando."

Fernando found all the strength I had to lift her head and look at the expression.

"Let me do it, if"

Fernando closed his eyes to leave the head down in defeat on the pillow under it. Before he could react it was, Jennifer and I had it in his mouth.

+ + +

made love twice after that.

She bucked against him, to the, in, its flattened against the chest, the sweat on his stomach rubbing against the, and his face flushed a few inches away from the of. Both with open eyes, seeing clearly, and looking carefully. The corners of his mouth lifted up at the same time, their breathless groans mingled in the air and odors of the individual were passed to her and she him. Once

Leticia arched his back, his head falling loose, Fernando raised him until her face was against his back. "I want to watch," he whispered, his request coming from your throat. "I want you to see what you provoke me, Leticia."

She complained without shame as he entered it with more depth. She grabbed his back, screaming with pleasure while Fernando lips barely touched hers and pushed into it, stronger and with more intensity. Skin against skin and groans arose harmoniously as muscles contracted, stealing breath and consistency and control.

And through every thrill, every breath, trembling, and every electric tingling that your muscles tense, they watched. No hiding from the fact that one had in the other, and none able to continue hiding behind your insecurities.

+ + +

Leticia blinked drowsiness. The lamp had finally been extinguished, but the chamber was not completely dark, the clouds had disappeared a day to show an awesome night with a huge moon shining its light through the curtains between open. She blinked again, his eyelids closing and opening out slowly while his eyes were fixed on the clock near his head on the nightstand. 2:49



She accommodation in bed swinging his right leg above his left leg and picking up both to his stomach. Looking down, his eyes ran down her bare chest, step violet savanna covering his waist, and stood on the arm of Fernando. He was against it, his lead attached to the back of Leticia, arm stretching all along its side with his hand placed on hip women. She curled the side of his face in his pillow while another of his warm and strong breaths tickled the back of his neck, causing goose bumps arise on your skin, and she struggled with the smile that the last hours Love wanted to lay on her lips.

"I want to see what your provoke me, Leticia. "

She surrendered to his heavy eyelids, letting it completely closed. Focusing on the breath of Fernando, she coordinated theirs with him, stopping the sound from both your mind. She felt when he surrendered to sleep, your body tired and occasionally moving memoir that turned into dreams.

"Say it is not true."

Leticia was against a wall in the fourth semi dark, holding his legs tremors occurred. "It's yours," she said quietly, his eyes downcast.

"No! I do not believe, "he said, turning around and walking towards her to stay in front of your face. "Nobody will believe," he said, his words almost inaudible killed while his eyes a bit more about it. "You're not gonna ruin your life with a bastard who might not be mine!"

Leticia even with fear over, stared at him all the courage that the foreclosure. "You're hurting me Louis," she told him sternly, trying to move the wrist trapped man had him against the wall.

"Everyone will figure out the mess you are, you hear me?" He whispered to his ear. "Nobody will believe. No one will believe these crocodile tears from you. And anyone you want something used ... "He turned around near his mouth but I avoid it, now all the man's body preventing it from escaping. "If you do not want that to happen, you will responsible for eliminating the problem." Leticia

immediately turned toward his eyes dark with the fire that was declining but not yet extinguished. "Damn," she vocalize almost closed lips. "My parents do not know what I did," "

He put away, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I did not do anything!"

"I raped idiot! Raped me and I did not tell anyone! "Leticia he exclaimed, his blood boiling the injustice that still chasing her. She walked to the now, finding the fire of anger to go, shaking his head. "But not anymore, but I will not shut up, listen to me!?"

Their faces were inches apart now, his breath turning to man for his positions. He squinted, trying to evaluate the conviction in his words. "It would be capable."

"EVERYONE is going to bury the son of pu-"

Leticia shrugged, closeness to her rapist waking from sleep light, and startled causing her where she was lying to avoid the shock of the slap now only existed in his sleep. She deep breath, holding the inhalation until she felt the constant breaths Fernando once again make contact with his neck. Of soft, and reliable breaths, she heard his voice again, "No woman asks to be raped."

long after she thought so. So was convinced had been so convinced. That really was not rape. She loved him, had asked for and given invitation. But no. That was just a stupid naive to believe that her treatment. She knew. As I was not going to know? Even after taking what Luís had given her, she knew. Deep within herself, knew what had happened but could not remember some details.

"Nobody will believe."

Fernando moved and she stayed motionless on his body, holding your breath unstable until he returned from a constant. His hand slid off his hips, falling loosely over her stomach, and she found herself fascinated with her fingers against her white skin dark. He had believed. Without explanations or doubts. He believed, not because I had to do it, but because. Just like that. Leticia life, he thought, was taught that one had to gain the trust of the people, had to force others to believe in his word. But Fernando had taught him not to be so, she did not have to do anything to convince you to believe something that was true, something that was it. But also, he had been taught the same thing. Perhaps as it always had to fight against others to see what it was when from the beginning never had to check, but just be it, period.

"And no one will want something used ..."

No one had wanted, but had not been for the will of a damn. The blame for giving these words validity, relevance, resting only a couple of weary shoulders.

Yours. She

rearrangement in bed, changing its position to lie on his back. Fernando claims in his sleep, settling for change. His breaths came in lower noise in the air, his chest expanding and deflating with each breath. She settled on her pillow at him. She felt no anger over what had happened, and felt the responsibility, blame, I thought I had to charge to keep his anger in the facts. No longer guarding the notion, the belief that no man would approach her for what had happened, so what had happened. Lying there, with Fernando, nudity, constant breaths of warm, with its intoxicating scent becoming a permanent on your skin, she felt relaxed. I no longer had the world on his shoulders, no, quite the opposite. She felt calm. Protected. Segura. Well. As if for the first time in his twenty three years, she knew perfectly well where had to be.

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Chapter 85: Cereal and Nudity

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Chapter 85: Cereal and Nudity

Risa.

Off. Slow. But steady.

Fernando was delayed a moment to understand where I was, finally opening their eyes to read 12:14 on the clock on the table beside him. He was lying on his stomach on the bed. But it was his bed. It was softer, purple sheets. His were red. He closed his eyes, running a hand over his face to remove the last vestiges of sleep.

And there it was again. Lety's laugh ...?

Flipping to the other side of the bed to find the empty space. But not this woman sleep? The last time I had spent the night together, the first time, also was found away from it. But as far as he knew, not snoring.

Again the quiet whisper of her laughter was heard. Fernando was only then that he noticed the bedroom door almost closed. By turning toward her, caught a fine light falling on its halfway legs covered.

Leticia was in the middle of the sofa, legs crossed beneath him, with a bowl in his lap, his right hand holding a spoon and the control of the TV in the other. She laughed softly, trying not to disturb the sleep Fernando, lowering the volume a bit more to make sure.

"What are you doing?"

The presence of his voice made her give a little jump, turning towards him, she was surprised even more. His back straightened, his eyes widened and incoherent noise will get stuck in your throat. "Fernando! These naked! "

Fernando who had looked in the bedroom to find her, now could be found leaning on the wall behind her. And if, with a tour of his eyes, Fernando was definitely bare ass naked. As God had brought into the world. Fernando, who is not bothered by his nudity, watched to make sure before you shrug. "Yeah, so what?"

Leticia who had been speechless, had to try to open and close the mouth several times before urging him to put on something before hiding behind their hands open.

Fernando, confused by his request, was left standing there for a moment to see if he really meant it before dragging his feet in the bedroom again. Fernando came back to find just hidden Leticia behind their hands than before. "Better?" He asked, unsure, not knowing that was due to his sudden shyness. Leticia

slowly separate your hands from his face, nodding blush to see him dressed in his underwear. She then turned her gaze to the program that caused him to laugh, stepping aside from the sofa to see Fernando approach.

He sat beside her, his eyes on it to see it collected far from it. Fernando realized her discomfort so turned his attention to the program that was better job. "What are you doing up?"

She relaxed against the back of the sofa, shaking his head to look at the contents of your bowl. "I could not sleep," she said with a sad smile, his tone, saying all that his face is not reported.

"Bad dream?"

She raised her eyes and look for a fraction of a second before lowering her gaze again. If he knew. "Something like this ..." she chose to tell.

Fernando nodded, understanding. I did not want to talk about it. Was fine. The turning towards the TV again, supporting his elbows on his knees, when I hear the spoon making contact with the bowl in his hands. "What you eat?" He asked over his shoulder.

She finally smiled shyly and faceless grief. Her coquettish Lety had returned. "Cereal. Want? "She asked, holding out the bowl.

he approaches, looking at the contents of the bowl before looking up and smiling, opening his mouth to give him a spoonful.

She turned her eyes, before giving fun and give it in the mouth, hard look at your lips when you remove the spoon from the middle. His eyes enjoying the movement of your jaw, the sound of their teeth to make contact with the food, the movement of your throat by eating. She bit her lower lip, looking swallowing saliva sudden dryness in her throat.

He grinned, turning to the program who had returned from shopping. "What do you see?"

"The Time of Laughter," she said quietly, settling the hair to make the flush on her ears were not visible.

"Ah, you laugh so much," Fernando joking, laughing slightly at a joke that the protagonists on the scene had chosen. Leticia

I look away, guilt overpowering. "I wake you?"

The evening turned to look at her when she stopped, seeing the concern that afflicted their expression. "No." She smiled

. He was so beautiful, liar, but also beautiful. She knew that he would deny it for their own good, and she could not help but wanting more. "You want more? "she told him, lifting a spoonful.

Another more commercial. No more cereal. Leticia

leave the bowl on the coffee table before breathing deeply and stretching your hands up, accommodating more on the couch.

"Lety?"

She turned toward him, smiling. "Yes?"

"because it reacts as it did when I came along?"

The smile on his lips disappeared, his eyes finding his lap. "You were naked ... Fernando."

"Yes, nude. Just like the other times we made love. "

She shook her head. "It's not the same." His voice was barely audible.

"Explain."

She raised her eyes and met his dark eyes, and he shrugged a shoulder. "I ... never had seen a man like that." His blush appearing on her cheeks, giving heat. Fernando

frowned slightly. "But we made love, how ...?"

"I've always closed my eyes," she confessed, embarrassed, looking towards the other room. "I just felt ..."

"So you never ... or when ..." He paused. But not fast enough. Asshole. Ni when you'd say you were raped. Double asshole. He only hoped she did not understand well.

She turned to look at him and shook his head. Of course he understood well. "Neither."

He would not touch that topic, so I left it, nodding. Both eyes had been united until the program came back from commercial. Leticia turned to see when Fernando found the control. "Come," he asked, turning off the TV and getting up.

"Where?" She asked, taking his hand out to rise also, keeping the chest to chest. The thin fabric of his pajamas is not protecting the radiated heat. O perhaps the heat was yours?

Fernando smiled, dragging behind him toward the bedroom.

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Chapter 84 ...

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Chapter 84: Play and Win

light shone his TV audience with no affection. Characters ignored in their stage, their voices silent. Making only light contact with their skins. Only light accompanied the couple on their antics inside, if not on television, a fairly dark room. Fernando

tilting her head to improve your skills, the tips of his fingers making circles on the right cheek, outlining the jaw to imprison her lower lip between his teeth.

Leticia was then rearrangement on the tenth time, a leg found hiding between him, his stomach causing Fernando rubbing against the front of his pants.

Twenty minutes ago that was not the problem. Twenty minutes ago the problem to his presence in silence, in words unspoken and misunderstanding. Twenty minutes ago, Fernando did not feel uncomfortable in his pants through the narrow space that was offered. And of course, twenty minutes ago, Fernando was not dwelt on the whole couch with his girlfriend over, enjoying his kisses as if they were their first. Stay

.

One word, and those of his lips, with lots of potential. A request, a gesture. A kiss on confirmation, and the rest was history.

Fernando's hands found her waist under her shirt small white, stifling his breath in the gap that was between his shoulder and neck. It made him water to the mouth breathing the tempting smell of vanilla. A callus tight position, the lips of Fernando discarding the skin abandonment felt by the release of the fabric, tasting her soft skin as her own dessert of vanilla, slightly biting particular sections where the feel of her so overwhelmed him .

Fernando Mendiola has had its share women from their teens. Of different height, color, ambition and even different countries. This was not the first woman in your life, or, if you could say so, in his bed. No, it was a few after. But that recognition did not detract the validity or the importance of how he felt now. I excited, yes, of course, as always when intimate with the opposite sex. With her on top of it, between kisses and scratches, it was not unusual to unbalance him that he had control over himself. What is different now, was that if Fernando separated the desire of the situation, find something substantial, not just the physical contact or the fever of the moment. Now, with her, she had something stronger than itself. He loved her, of course. But speak, and truly feel, were very different experiences. The saying "make love" never been so powerful.

peace offered him only to have her in his arms. But at the same time, the impatient can not have more of it. The slow kiss. But at the same time urged him strong kiss, suck your wounds and make it yours.

Make it yours.

was his. He was in his arms. But for some reason Fernando maintained that it was stupid, I ran a fear of not being able to have it like this forever. The clinging to her body by the simple fact that I wanted more, wanted more of it, most of them. It was a fear baseless to think that everything that was happening was very good just because it was going on. She was very good to settle for a man like him. The

clung.

The clinging because the more I wanted to continue their fears were unfounded. She did not disappoint him, that does not disappoint. The clinging, because for most they could make love in the next few hours, he wanted more, wanted more. And that was what differentiated it without competition with the former. He needed his side to know that some good came of life. Perhaps did not deserve. But God, who would do anything to be claimed as a man, man, if only to have her at his side. It was thoughts like these, which led to the conclusion that perhaps the marriage was not so bad, so terrible. If it was the right person, it was no sacrifice and unfortunately it was for their parents.

His hands took different paths, the right given in the north while traveling to his left foot mountains in the south. His lips concentrated in the lobe in the mouth, tormenting his prisoner with instant moments involving her tongue. Leticia

let out a moan in his breathing irregular. Fernando was criminal what he was doing. She arched her back, her anatomy from the waist down leaning more against the throbbing bulge in Fernando's pants, a groan escaping his lips for the pressure. Leticia will drown the noise inside your mouth, rushing over, and down a hand to the side for balance when the sound of assault. Both straightening by the sudden intrusion. Leticia

reacted first, taking possession of control, and down the TV volume significantly, his heart back to normal. She then turned to see Fernando, startled, your messy hair, his lips swollen and some buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. Fernando even more startling, she laughed along.

She laughed, and almost immediately laughter over him on both laughed for a moment that in the eyes of any other had ruined "when."

Laughter process in the same way it began, suddenly, Jennifer covered her face with both hands, the ghosts of her laughter playing on his lips. She shook her head, letting out a break up and disappear into his bedroom. Fernando

watched her go in surprise, following her with curiosity and desire into overload.

Leticia was almost in safe territory when he felt the presence, and saw the shadow of Fernando in the doorway. She stopped, looking over his shoulder at the man expectantly. "I'm going ... to bathroom, "she let you know, indicating with his hand if he had not heard.

Fernando opened his mouth and then closed it to see the bathroom door to hide her love. He was puzzled, looking back to the room where the TV was turned on, not doing more to stay there for a moment stopped. Leticia

shook his head, getting rid of the water droplets that crossed his face before they open their eyes and see his reflection in the mirror. That to? It had to control. I had to take control. For more than I wanted, I could not when I was with him. Especially recently. Brought her crazy, and Leticia was a woman enough to accept it. I loved him. It was only natural that the same feelings that she loved him, wished him well. It was not prohibited, nor sin more than his father tried to instill. They were two adults with the only requirement of caring for each other. Leticia nodded at his reflection, almost hearing his answer reflects, Let Lety. Leticia

not get even a foot outside the bathroom when it stopped. A look indicating that TV had been turned off by the sudden darkness of his apartment, with the only light coming from the present table lamp beside his bed. His bed, where, surprisingly, now her boyfriend lying face down in just his underwear.

"stop going to stay there all night? "He asked, modeling a lovely smile when he turned his face towards her. Leticia

stumbled with his words, squinting to see Fernando amused by his sudden attack of nerves. She looked at him from head to foot, feigning calm, and somewhat disturbing Fernando for his gesture. Finally she crossed her arms, satisfied with her face not-so-sure-of-itself. "That is me." His smile saying everything. Fernando

respite relief, leaning on one arm to challenge it with his eyes. I wanted to play? Would then play, and win. He raised an eyebrow, standing firm in his position.

She then understood. He wanted to play? Well. But on no account would let him win. She smiled, moving slowly, her hips echoing each step toward reaching the front of the bed, leaving the anatomy appreciate the level of his eyes before bending. Y inches from his face, she smiled broadly when she saw him swallow nervously. With a flirtatious eyebrow raised, she turned her face to extend your arm and simply turn off the light as if it had been his intention from the beginning.

Darkness invaded his eyes in surprise, having to close your eyes for a moment to make sense of everything. He opened his eyes, even in the darkness, could see the smile Fernando Leticia white.

She believed he had already won. Leticia

shook his head, amused, before coming to their feet and raise one knee on the bed, trying to pass on to the other side of the bed.

But now it was Fernando. Leticia

not know or what has happened when it fell back on the bed, a gasp in his throat to feel above it. Fernando's smile now clearly winning his moments before.

They looked into his eyes, their faces only thing visible in the darkness of the bedroom. Finally, she smiled, gave in to his defeat.

Satisfied, Fernando hung his head and kiss. His smile still present to continue his kisses to her neck. Fernando Mendiola

always won.

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Chapter 83 ...

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Chapter 83: Weak Heart

was rich. A taste that she could get used in testing. It seemed familiar, yet very different. With its own flavor. Its own style. You never know how another. Always different. And this was very different. But he liked. At first he was reserved. I did not think fit so many life changes, so many new experiences. But when Fernando is the dare requested. And now, at the moment, enjoying it be glad you did.

"You like?" Fernando asked, apprehensive about the response. I was not sure why, causing a concern because they can not perceive a clear indication on the face of Leticia. Especially when it was something which did not offer her a lot. Leticia

look up the top job, and smiled, calming the nerves. "I love it."
Fernando
expression imitate him, the tension disappear from your body.

"Where did you learn to cook so rich?" Lety asked to eat another bite of the succulent dish.

Fernando smiled, embarrassed. "Well, this dish, Irmita."

"Sure! I knew that made me like that, but ... different? "Commented Leticia, frowning.

"Ah, well ... my special ingredients," he confessed Fernando, "Top secret." Leticia

raise my eyebrows, amused by his supposed specialty. "Top secret, eh?"

"Yes, but would not be special," Fernando will divulge, turning his attention to the dish I had in front.

"Special?" Leticia could have left your comment in peace, but his curiosity won him the hand. "Rev will do this dish to all who want to win?"

Fernando looked up, seriously. "No." stared at her for a moment before her smile widening. "Also, I remember that to you and win you over." Leticia

ashamed, looking down with a sheepish smile, although not entirely sure of the relationship between them. Shaken by the sudden dependence on her heart had been built with the man who had to go. Fernando

realized her discomfort, so he continued in an attempt to lighten the air. "You know? I have only shared this dish with only two women, one being you. "

Leticia looked up from his plate, panic urging a place in your body. "And the other? "

Fernando who had been playing with his food, looked up and got ready to rest your fork down before continuing. "I do not know how to tell Lety, but I have to confess that before you came into my life, and there was another woman in my heart." Leticia

gulped. I could not believe he was opening the issue now. Since he arrived, any mention of the day's events passed through the lips of Fernando. He was ignored, and that was perfectly fine, because she was not sure he wanted to talk about it yet. But the time had come, and his worst fears were coming true in front of their eyes helplessly. At that time, in his own apartment. And worse, suddenly, without warning. No encouraging words to explain, make her understand. No. He was going to confess a shot and now.

Fernando shrugged without concern. "They will have to share. Although, of course, I do not bother you Nicole. "

" Ni ... Nicole? "Air was returning to his lungs, his blood turned to move while the fog that had stopped in his mind began to clear.

"Yes, my goddaughter."

"Sure ..." Leticia was relieved to hear that, turning his attention to the food that was left at the plate, the nausea which had appeared a moment before, now is not bothersome. "The much want it?"

Fernando looked up and smiled a few times. "As a daughter."

Leticia's heart, if I could, to widen more to the affection and respect he had for the man. There was no doubt that Nicole was a very lucky girl. "Today I ask for you ..."

This, Fernando I dedicate all their attention. The fork in his hand forgotten. "Today?" Leticia

bit his tongue for having left that detail. Maybe you could blame their lack of control had to love him? She bit lower lip, the look of Fernando still on it for a response. "Yes," she finally confessed. "After work, went home to Carolina." Immediately, Leticia under the eyes, grateful that I had a plate of food to distract her.

Leticia In contrast, Fernando is left untouched, his gaze on it alone. course, went to Carolina. She needed someone to listen, to tell him things you this morning you allowed him, apparently because your past is yours alone. Asshole. "Lety, about this morning ... I did not think ..." "

" Fernando? "

Fernando, who I was nervous, stopped his words, which at the time were not consistent because neither his own mind he was clear about what that truly meant.

"We could not talk about it for now?" Leticia asked, his tone was developed by the fatigue.

Fernando smiled weakly. "Okay." Lety

thanked him looking down. The two were silent, their eyes fixed on their plates, no hungry at the moment. Not that Leticia did not want to talk about it, no. She wanted to touch the subject, but first I'd be prepared to do so. He was not afraid of what you could confess Fernando, but what that his words could mean for his weak heart.

+ + +

The sound of water cleaning the dishes of his spots bounced the middle of the kitchen walls of his apartment. His hands were cold, submerged in water while Fernando, leaned against the counter beside her, wiping Leticia what was wrong.

Silence.

was what stood between them after a night of going from top to bottom. A chaotic day that rose to glory only to then pull it down, showing the instability of happiness.

"Who was that?" Fernando asked, his voice low and husky. His eyes never coming in contact live with the woman at his side. Leticia
more
under his chin, engaged in removing a specific spot that held the plate. "Thomas."

Fernando nodded. "Work in the company." His voice indifferent, curious. Only a statement which he preferred compared to the fatal silence that settled within the four walls of the kitchen blue.

"Yes, and lives in the apartment below it." She did not know because he commented, when clearly he did not care. Perhaps because just like him, nor he liked the silence that both had built.

Twenty minutes ago, enjoying the food Fernando mainly had prepared, had protected the remaining issues, embarking on pleasant conversations. That is, until the ringing cell phone interrupted Leticia.

was Tomas. And another message. Leticia

reached his seat he had left the cell by quickly ensuring your friend via text that was fine, and that tomorrow would call it, before commenting on his apologies and proceed to complete your meal. Fernando

also had nodded before, no word out of his mouth to interrupt. Until now. And just as before, Leticia was surprised that Fernando did not try to push the issue. Leticia

was over your hands under cold water without any protective plate, when he realized that Fernando had been arrested at his job, his gaze toward the ground in front of us.

"Lety, I know you said you did not want to talk about what happened in the morning but I really wanted to talk to you, explain ..." Leticia

closed the key, wiping his hands on a towel. "I do not have to explain anything Fernando. As you well said, is part of your past, and I have it intrude, "

Fernando is only then turning to her, trying to get her to do the same. "No you do if I want to tell you what. That comment was ... stupid. He was angry, and I get even with the wrong person. I really want to tell. "Leticia

look up and study it for a moment before deciding. "Okay." It was best time ever. Moreover, thus, could clear the air between them and remove the discomfort that had recently been placed at his sides. "We go to the room?"

The two settled into the couch. Leticia opting on the side opposite of where Ferdinand had placed, seeking at least a relief to know that if the conversation came to a point that could affect, she had the convenience of not having to Fernando at his side when he passed. Fernando

realized its distance, and I respect that, just as he knew he deserved it. "Lety, I did not know that Marcia would appear. I know that's no excuse that I do not have said anything about it, but I swear I would have done if she has not appeared. You have to believe me. "Leticia

let his gaze met that of, nodding. "I believe you, Fernando."

Fernando His response surprised at how easy it was, when he had been waiting for her to reclaim, you scream, do whatever it took to make him feel bad. Unless you believe. So, just because if, for he was. Very few people had done in his life. Leticia

under the eye, involving one of his hands with the other. "But not for me to explain this, when, you were right before ... I have no right to ask you for explanations, reasons, whatever your past. You were very patient in relation to the past mine, and it is unfair that I did not do the same with yours. "

" Lety, I ... "Fernando wanted to come, but I choose not to. At least not yet. "You're right, my past is my past and I am the one who decides with whom I share. And I want to share with you, not because I feel it's the right thing to do but because I want. Point. "

Leticia who had raised his eyes momentarily to hear him speak, the low now, absorbing his words and trying to make their hearts believe.

"Lety, forgive me. Forgive me, if "

Leticia looked up, surprised and a little confused by the desperation in her voice. "No, because Fernando. You have not done anything wrong. "

Ferdinand stared, swallowing whereas guilt choked her voice. "... I lied when I said I'd never been anything between Marcia and me, I lied."

Leticia who was surprised by his statement, he shook his head, his quieting your heart right now. "You did not. You told me you'd never been in a relationship with her. One night, and a relationship ... not the same. "The words of her friend Carolina, deepening its consciousness.

"Same. I told you that way for you to think one thing when in reality it was far from it. "Leticia

once again shook his head. "But I lied when I ask him, right? Only you slept with her one night. "

" Only one. "

" Then I lied. And I would not. "

Fernando who had kept his eyes fixed on her, shook her head now, incredulous. "How? How do you know? "The spiro strong, resting his head back on the couch when he closed his eyes, his own insecurities appear quietly. Leticia

placed a hand on the cheek, and was only then, when Ferdinand was given its close, opening her eyes to her.

She smiled slightly. "Of the sincerity I see in your eyes, Fernando. You have to stop thinking the worst about yourself. You're a good man. "

Fernando closed his eyes for peace than his words, his voice, handed him his closeness. He placed his hand on hers, bringing both into her lap, realizing only then, between his warm hand as his hand was frozen.

"Y if we forgive, you have to be you that I forgive me. "

Fernando raised his eyes from the task to warm both hands in surprise. "To you? Why? "

" For as I try today in the restaurant, outside the bathrooms. "

" What's all the time? "Fernando asked, with a slight tone of mockery.

She smiled slightly before turning serious, embarrassed by his behavior the day. "Really, Fernando. I treated you wrong, I told you things I will never do, do not believe them but the moment I let go by them, so I had learned, anger, fear ... "

" Fear? " Leticia

shrugged a shoulder, trying to find words, but opting not to bother with their silly insecurities. "Forget it ..." She tried to turn his gaze but Fernando did not leave.

"Lety. Please. "Leticia

let out a breath, looking down from the penetrating gaze of Fernando. "I should not feel ..."

"But you feel it," Fernando determined to meet his silence. "You're afraid, I leave you?" He asked, more than anything to clarify its own fears. "Do you think some days I think that among us does not mean anything?"

"Forgive me, Fernando. It is not ... "

" Lety, listen. "Fernando will lift my chin and look into your eyes. "You have every right in the world to feel so, because that is, your feelings, your fears. Yours. I can not tell you not to do, or how you should feel. I understand that you are afraid, especially by our past. "

our past. Not mine, or yours. Both. My past is not being better or worse than yours, both responsible for what we both feel.

Fernando smiled. "It is my job to show you otherwise." Leticia

soften her look, her smile small reaching their eyes this time. Small or not, at least it was a smile. And Fernando was comforted by that.

"I went to see my mom after lunch ..." Fernando said after a moment, his gaze now returning to their hands intertwined with Leticia in her lap. "I made very clear that she and Marcia had enough to intrude on my life."

"You think your mother had to do with the appearance of Marcia?"

Fernando shrugged uncertainly. "Maybe."

observed Leticia Fernando, absorbing his movements, his look, his composure. He was speaking with sincerity, we was opening his heart, until he was giving a key to yours. The least she could do was treated with the same confidence that he was giving. Leticia

his gaze to his hands, biting her lower lip before opening the locks of his heart. "I have fears ... that is not up to it."

Fernando's hands stopped.

"I could never be someone like Marcia Villaroel. It may be that you fear disappointments I have my ... "Leticia

nervously fingers tangled with Fernando, who by then had been completely forgotten their hands. All his attention was upon the face of Leticia. He placed a hand on Leticia restless hands, stopping her.

"I just want you to be Lety," the he emphasized, raising his eyes with just his voice. "My Lety."

She smiled shyly, looking down now for the vulnerability felt. She was naked in front of him, the way that mattered, the way she feared. Fernando

understood. Looking past her, and finding a concern before, thought unnecessary. Now, being different.

"I hate to send you messages."

Leticia did not have to ask to be referred, seeking his cell with his eyes. A another confession. And she was grateful. Once again it had to agree that she was not the only one who was betting that relationship. Both were swimming in unknown water. And they both risked their hearts in the process.

"It's just a friend."

Fernando shrugged. "Just do not like." His voice got rid of jealousy or anger. Just a statement.

Leticia smiled slightly, finally finding the back of Fernando, clasping both hands straight with ease. "Stay."