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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,147 Views) | |
| Nah Bruno | January 16, 2012, 12:14 am Post #61 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh no! Ray caught them! So that's how he knows. I bet he is sad for James, even though James has done worst. More, mooooooooore! I know you're full of ideias!!
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| Voxx | January 16, 2012, 12:18 am Post #62 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Love, love, love!! I love how you contrasted Carlos against James. I'm sure its what most married women would do, given she still loved James at this point, she had just had enough of him and his bullshit. So good!
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 12:21 am Post #63 |
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Thank you! I'm glad you appreciated the comparisons. Yes, she still loves James, she just had to kick him out of the house, which was surely the hardest thing she'd ever done. More up soon!
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 12:23 am Post #64 |
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Yes, that is how Ray found out. He knows now that Carlos must be the man that James met in 2014 when he visited them. He has kept Francesca's secret all this time. He is a very loyal person.
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 16, 2012, 1:07 am Post #65 |
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Oh God that was hot! I hope they could finish their bussiness More please!!! good spanish btw!
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| Auluna Raie | January 16, 2012, 1:13 am Post #66 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I got a sneaking suspicion about something, but I aint saying SHITE! |
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 1:25 am Post #67 |
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They will!
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 1:26 am Post #68 |
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I'm writing more now! |
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| Auluna Raie | January 16, 2012, 2:26 am Post #69 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*waits to find out if she's right*
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 3:26 am Post #70 |
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2014 Francesca poured them both a coffee, knowing now why Ray was here in Argentina in her home. She knew he remembered Carlos. He was obviously here to try the same thing as he had in 2001: to convince her to go home to James and forget all about her dance instructor. Still, it was up to her. She was an adult and could do as she liked. Ray really just wanted her to be happy, and he knew she could be happy with James, and he needed her to be. Ray needed his own wife back: he needed Hannah to want him more than she wanted James. He joined her back on the couch and he watched her fold her legs under and sit side-on to him. His eyes surveyed her arms: her skin was tanned a smooth, warm honey from the Argentinean sun. ‘I’ve missed you’ he admitted, reaching out to her. Her hand took his kindly, and they sat smiling at each other gently for a moment before her hand broke away. ‘A few months ago, when James came to see Castor during the school holidays, Carlos was here. We were having a family lunch and he had only just joined us. James saw him with me, and Ray, you should’ve seen his face!’ She felt sorry that James had seen her with him, her voice was sad and disappointed. It was exactly what Ray had wanted to avoid. ‘I’m not serious about Carlos’ she continued. ‘We dance, and we go out, and we drink together and sometimes we…’ ‘…sleep together’ Ray finished. Francesca took the first sip of her hot coffee as a welcome distraction. ‘Carlos is not here that much—I don’t want the children to think he’s their new father, because he’s not’ she explained. Ray was pleased to hear it. ‘So what did James do when he met him?’ Ray asked. Ray thought Carlos was lucky to be alive. ‘He was just so sad, so very sad’ she said. ‘He had come to get Castor, he just looked at me with such longing…he hung his head’ she remembered. ‘He took Castor to play football for the day and when they came back to drop him off, he didn’t say anything to me’. Ray listened sadly in disbelief. ‘So James doesn’t stay here when he visits?’ Ray asked. ‘No’ Francesca confirmed. ‘I don’t want him here’ she sniffed. She had already sobbed a silent tear. It was clear she was not going to change her mind easily. ‘How long would you like to stay?’ she asked, lightening the conversation. ‘I can’t wait to see the kids’ he smiled. ‘Perhaps, a week or two? I won’t stay too long’. ‘You can stay a month if you like’ Francesca offered. ‘It would be nice to have your company. I’m sure the kids will be very happy to see you’. Ray smiled broadly, he hadn’t wanted to ask, but it was exactly what he wanted. ‘The children will be home in a few hours’ she said, checking her watch. ‘I am sorry to just turn up like this’ Ray apologised again. Francesca smiled warmly at her old friend. ‘I know why you’re here, you want me to go back to James. I’m telling you, it will take A LOT of convincing!’ she laughed. Ray smiled at her challenge. He had it in him to try. Marcella arrived home first. She had just turned 13 and she was fast becoming the young woman Ray had hoped she would become. She was nearly as tall as he was already, and her long blonde hair was still a magnificent braid down her back. She was carrying her heavy school books, and had a tennis racket and backpack on her shoulder. Her uniform was a forest green dress with a smart white blazer. She kicked off her sandals at the door and called her mother from down the hallway. ‘Mom? I’m home!’ she called. Ray’s chest jumped hearing her voice once more. She walked into the kitchen dropping her books on the counter. She started speaking quickly. ‘Mom! You’ll never guess! You know how there’s that science fair at school, well…’ Francesca smiled at her daughter’s sudden realisation. Ray stood in the kitchen with an enormous smile on his face. The little girl whom he had held the day she was born, taught to walk, taken to swimming and ballet lessons, read bedtime stories to and educated on life was standing before him, transformed into a beautiful young woman. He missed working for the Hetfield’s more than he knew. ‘Ray!’ Marcella screamed in surprise. She threw her arms around him in delight. James had been right, she had missed him. ‘Are you staying?’ she asked hopefully. ‘Yes, for a little while’ he smiled. ‘I’m just visiting’ he clarified. She nodded. ‘I have the coolest thing to show you!’ she said tugging him by the hand up the stairs. The upstairs study had been converted from a music room into Marcella’s study space. Francesca was right, she was top of the class at her school: the room was filled with her school books. On the windowsill, sat a metal telescope that pointed towards the open window. ‘Dad bought me this’ she beamed. ‘It’s so cool, I can see the stars, and planets’ she was so excited. She paused, sitting at her desk. ‘Have you seen my Dad lately?’ she asked. ‘He hasn’t visited us for a while, nearly ten weeks’ she said sadly. ‘I saw him just this week, in London. The band are on tour’ he said. She nodded, she knew—it was always his excuse. ‘Well, I like it here’ she said it in a forced kind of way, although perhaps she didn’t realise it. ‘Castor hates school—he takes all his classes in English, I take all mine in Spanish!’ she said proudly. ‘And Cali has a boyfriend’ she said, as if it were self-explanatory. Ray noticed neither her brother or sister were home yet. ‘Castor plays football all day, he doesn’t do any school work’ Marcella sighed just like her mother might. Francesca knocked gently at the open doorway. ‘Ray? James is on the phone for you’ she said, her voice was gentle and unremarkable. He took the phone from her hand with thanks. Marcella watched Ray speak to her father with wide eyes. ‘Hi James!’ Ray began. James’ voice was not as cheery down the other end of the line. Ray listened quietly for a moment. ‘Yes, I’m here in Buenos Aires. I’m just talking to Marcella! ‘he smiled concealing James’ angry tone. She held out her hand eagerly for the phone wanting to talk to her father, but Ray didn’t offer her the phone just yet. He listened down the line with a frown for a minute more. ‘Tell Hannah I’m very sorry’ Ray began. James was now yelling at his friend. The call ended ubruptly and Ray lowered the phone slowly from his ear in amazement. James had hung up on him. ‘Was my Dad angry at you?’ Marcella asked. ‘Yes’ Ray admitted, thinking of his wife and his son. He knew the large wad of US dollars in his bag that he had taken from Hannah’s shoe box in her wardrobe was James’ filthy money, given to Ray’s own wife as payment for sex. And now, James was alone in London with his wife. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so hasty to leave after all. |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 16, 2012, 3:46 am Post #71 |
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MORE! MORE! MORE!!! This is getting better everytime!
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 3:51 am Post #72 |
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Thanks! Yes, more is coming! Back to Hannah and James in London now! |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 16, 2012, 3:57 am Post #73 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Perhaps he shouldn’t have been so hasty to leave after all. You think ? This is good, but wait I said it before hmm.......spectacular!!! Yes woman go and write, don't feed your kids your man can do it
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 4:08 am Post #74 |
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Yeah--exactly!! Now Hannah and James are alone together at her place in London, and they're both mad at him. Way to go, Ray!
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 7:17 am Post #75 |
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James stroked my wet hair in the water. I had sunk blissfully into a deep bath of foamy white bubbles that smelt deliciously of lavender. James had joined me, and now the two of us enjoyed a hot bath together. ‘James, can you see him, is he still sleeping?’ I asked. James craned his head to look into the bedroom. My baby was resting peacefully in his cot. ‘He’s sound asleep’ he kissed happily. James hands parted the clouds of foamy bubbles that settled across my chest, smoothing my breasts with his fingertips. He tasted my mouth again eagerly and my hand rested on his collarbone, smoothing his neck lovingly. ‘So after the Paris show, you’ll come back with me to San Francisco?’ he asked again. He couldn’t quite believe I would spend a third summer with him once more. Except this time, I would stay in his house with him in San Rafael, rather than his secret town house in Broderick st in Pacific Heights. ‘Yes, of course!’ He kissed me strongly, thankful that he would finally have some company in his home after a lonely year on his own. ‘I knew that something like this would happen’ he said, ‘I knew that if I saw you again I’d want to be with you’ his soft blue eyes wandered across my face and traced the curves of my chest. ‘I still have your mom’s ring’ I said softly. ‘I wear it all the time on a chain around my neck. And the diamond necklace you gave me, I love it, James’. I bent my knee in the bath so that it peaked above the water, and he tilted his body so that his leg curled around mine. His hand slid down my abdomen underwater, and I knew his fingers would soon tease me open. I gasped happily into his mouth as he did. His fingers tickled my flesh excitedly underwater. My fingers curled around his neck with anticipated orgasmic bliss. His touch really was enough to make me come, lying intimately in a bath of hot water with him. His wet hair was slicked down to the sides, parted awkwardly in the middle, old school and quaint. His mouth dropped open hopefully as he watched me respond to his touch. ‘James!’ I panted. His fingertip rolled my heady button of flesh with skilful accuracy. ‘Make me come in bed…’ I managed in between breaths. My heart was pounding fast from his touch. I wanted to enjoy his body more than anything, but in the bath it was too difficult. He stood immediately, offering me his hand, we stepped out. He offered me a towel, taking one for himself and led me to the bed. His mouth nurtured me, continuing with his play. This time, his warm tongue licked my hard beaded clit into a frenzy. I wriggled and screamed, unable to keep my voice low. I disturbed my baby sleeping, but we continued—I was desperate for him to make me orgasm, and he was determined to make me. His thumb held back my delicate fleshy hood massaging me, so his tongue could wet me even more. It was too much, I bucked in his mouth—a hazy throbbing rush overcoming me. He held his mouth still, my quivering flesh responding to his mouth. I relaxed ten seconds later, and he smiled at me broadly. I held out my arms to him, I wanted to feel his warm chest over me. I tugged him hands towards me and he joined me in bed, lying on his side with his arms hooked around my back. ‘That was amazing!’ I whispered into his mouth. His kiss tasted of my sweet thighs. ‘I love when you come for me’ he groaned gently. He was hard himself, I knew it was my turn to please him next. I so loved returning the favour for him. I felt the urge to test his mood. ‘Do you want to fuck my pussy, or shall I suck your cock first?’ I teased in a whisper. His left hand massaged his cock tight into a stiff erection while we spoke. ‘Will you suck me first?’ he pleaded in a breathless voice. I nodded eagerly and he rolled quickly onto his back for me. I rested my hands on the bed either side of his hips and directed his cock with only my mouth. He whimpered openly, swearing and cussing gently as I excited him. ‘Fuck! Oh God….shit that’s good….oh Jesus! FUCK!’ His hips smasmed in my mouth and I withdrew, not wanting him to come just yet. Instead, I shimmied up his lap, straddling him, pressing his abdomen with my hands. I mounted his cock and rode him slowly first, rocking back and forth in his lap. His head shot back instantly, his chin jutted out hard while he took in deep breaths with a gasping moan. His hands took my hips and guided me along in his lap. ‘Oh my God that’s amazing Hannah, shit, I’m ready to come already’ he apologised in a rushed voice. It didn’t bother me, I was loving how turned on he was. I sat forward in his lap, knowing that he wanted control to climax himself. He held me still as his hips pounded me frantically. He was right, it took him only a few seconds and he came with a heady shout in a series of strong juddering bursts, that surprised even me. His usual style was much more rhythmic and expected. ‘Wow! You came so hard tonight!’ I kissed congratulating him. His eyes opened as he panted. ‘Yeah, I did! I’ve fucking missed you!’ he explained. I sat still in his lap for a minute as his cock relaxed inside me. His hands rubbed the cheeks of my ass greedily. ‘I reckon I could go again in a minute!’ he purred into my mouth. I laughed. It was clear he had missed having company. ‘Yeah?’ I asked him. He nodded, rolling me onto my back. He withdrew, rubbing himself hard again with his hand. My hand took hold of his cock for a moment, smoothing him in my palm, he stiffened to my touch even more. ‘Shit that feels nice’ he breathed. ‘I love girls’ hands when they….’his mind trailed off. I grinned, I knew what he meant. He was delirious from my tease, and I curled my legs obediently around his hips and he directed me for his second climax. He was stiff and straightforward this time. His hips made a fast rhythm into me just the way I liked it. I felt his cock the best this way, he was big and controlling, and he used every inch of his penis to his advantage. He was an expertly skilled and generous lover. ‘You like that?’ he asked rhetorically. There was no reason to think I didn’t. He was taking me blissfully towards my own second orgasm. I gripped his neck with my hands. ‘James, fuck me hard!’ I begged, and he made a delicious approving growl as his hips slapped me harder. He paused pre-emptively inside me for a moment, and I was sure he was going to come again. He groaned and his abdomen tightened, his voice choking into a short bleating cry. And then it came: a steady rush of hot release that I felt come distinctively from him. ‘OH darling, OH DARLING!’ he exclaimed, surprised at himself. He was still coming: sticky and wet it ran down my thighs, and excitedly all over himself. He bucked inside me a few more times, surprised his rush was still lasting. My amazed face was ecstatic for him. ‘Holy shit!’ he gasped at himself. He laughed a little as his orgasm subsided. ‘See what you do to me?’ he joked. I coughed a laugh underneath him. My fingers curled a lock of wet hair around his ear. I paused with a satisfied smile, and my hands hooked around his neck, staring into his electric blue eyes above me. ‘I want to be with you, Hannah’ he confessed in small, but honest voice. ‘I do too!’ I admitted, and my eyes welled with tears. |
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