rising tide will

Do not ask why "
(Dame Aire, Skizoo)


Everything was spinning. I felt stung at the base of the neck, but I was sure it was because Gellert was pulling her hair. Also due to the Gellert forearm was squeezing her neck, keeping it pressed against the wall.


His kiss was angry and violent. Not tender and timid kisses followed by a giggle that gave the girls at Hogwarts. Gellert, when pushed to the wall is not touched her lips with the tip of the tongue to ask for permission to go deeper. No. Because heanyone is going to see. Growled, in a moment Gellert's lips slide down the jaw line, to hit a firm mordico that makes it tight and dig my nails into my palms to keep from crying.

God, Ariana is down there. At any time could go and if found ...

- Ah! Gellert, my God, just-begging, throwing her head back in a spasm of pleasure, moaning anyway.

But

Gellert's mouth is too hot, too wet and too tempting to continue to complain. Stifles a groan of pleasure, to be bankrupt in lnot retreat, if not learning to be the others who do so. "And besides, are excellent ... Albus smiled aphrodisiac, giving you the ultimate homer mortal, but her cheeks slightly flushed.

Okay, that was already plazas. Gellert stooped, sitting on his knees before him, smearing them with damp soil. Something wicked had a smile on his face. And that in Gellert was very worrying. - Oh, yeah? Can you tell me why you say that? He asked in a voice that dripped drops of honey, licked his lips with the tip of the tongue and his voice down to a husky tone. Do you think you need? Whispered approaching him on all fours. Albus sat

of asses and moved away a bit, with a nervous laugh. Yes definitely that Gellert, was dangerous.

"No, of course not. Just wanted to show some magical flora ...
His words were decreasing in volume, to just be a tinge something sharp, which was lost in the vastness of the forest. Gellert have almost upon him, with his chin resting on her elbows and looking like a cat watching its prey was sufficient to remove the word to anyone.
-Gellert ... please. Get behind him. We are in an open area. And not what I meant. Thou all wrong ... -Tsk, tsk. I do not know, do not know. I sow doubt. Maybe ...His lips were down, along the cheek-should-licked behind the earlobe-see for me ... Language-down for the jugular to the collarbone. Ronco groaned, and tried to open the legs, knees himself. And
bit. He set his teeth, with all the strength he has. And Albus rose hips, pressing against him, removing pain and the horrible feeling that all the blood starting to build up between the thighs.
following happened at a staggering pace. Gellert opened the shirt (actually broke the buttons) and it filled with bite marks on his chest. Desperately kissed her navel and the line of red hair that went from this, to their sex. Albus tasted of salt and (strangely) to oats. Open scratch him between the thighs, long fingers of Albus tucked among the hair, pushing it. And did not speak (which is good) but still moaning and half awake Godric's Hallow.
Gellert's hands moved desperate, kissing every corner of the body. It followed the line of muscles with the language and spent more time where he felt that Albus shuddered. The nipples, neck, English. He stroked her hair, halándoselo at the base of the neck. Making groaning in pain as his mouth made him moan with pleasure.
He crawled over her body, feeling the fabric through the body warm and humid Albus (he had not been stripped). Le busba more land, leaving him adrift. Did not know whether it was north, south or east. His fingers were anchored at the nape of Gellert and this became the only port in the world. Only
was Gellert.
Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert, Gellert.

Each pore of his body was Gellert. Were one with the universe. A spasm paralyzed his muscles for a few seconds. It was as if everyone had decided to tighten up at the same time. Then, they relaxed, and it was as if his soul is detached from the body and free floating, weightless. Then again, a shiver ran down and reached to feel the recent onslaught of Gellert. hard. And now my floor, I have a physical problem of these neurons fired only to see them.

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health, muttering promises of kisses and caresses hidden. Raiting ¤: ¤ MA Warnings: Slash, Lemon, DH Spoiler. ¤ Type: Multichapter four bullets relatively interdependent each other.



I. FIRE


See Gellert doing magic is a spectacle in itself. It does so with force, as if the wand was a wand that controls the elements of nature. Grab the stick hard, and so only this moving thing, her knuckles turn white as if at any time was to launch a killing curseWhen one is opening a door or soundproof the room.

Unlike other magicians, when Gellert take the wand magic does not seem to focus on a point, if not that, like a funnel, this is everywhere. Explosive, warm and overwhelming, flooding (sounds repetitive this) every corner of the room, giving life to the dead. Grildelwald Gellert is unpredictable as fire. When this calm is warm, is friendly and all smiles. But see Gellert exploiting (and irascible the boy) is a show that scares you. Tight lips and cheeks red. Screams, kicks, shits on your mother and threatens to kill you. Of course, never hace. Or at least never Albus has never believed that nonsense full of threats, he said. It's just a matter to ignore.

Still, Albus wants. Gellert is that everything he is not. Is explosive, irrational, irascible, immature (Albus is sure that Aberforth has moments of greatest maturity Gellert) and egocentric. Not only do we want. He likes it. Really likes. When this mad, especially.

He throws a sideways glance. It has a spell of levitation and is reading upside down. Even as he does not understand, because if Lee and found that, yet, understand. Rub a little curls the floor of his room and has the overwhelming desire arrodsmos gods of Olympus.


II. WATER


"I will be water for your thirst"

(Water for your thirst, Savia)

Something that has always Gellert is relaxed sound of water. Since childhood, rather than fall into the arms of the small Gellert mother ran to lie next to the Danube basin and the fluid sound you heard was the water running between the rocks. This practice followed in Drumstrang, where it could be delayed three hours in the shower without the guilt. He also likedthat has a long long hair and red, which extends into the pillow like a bloodstain, you want because Albus is all that is and yet he is not.

Albus is tears of the moon. Is life. It's your life.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- .- N / a: Water in my view is very fluffy for Gellert, and Fire did not like at all. I think that is not understood. But in the end. It does what it can, my children.

By the way, as I do not trust elejotá of evil and the last bullet came out a little

long, I decided to publish in two innings. Comments on Fire and Water, in this post, please. Lue is not to confuse

Whats The Song Of Madagascar At The Start? Ink Sonata.

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Type: Original . ¤
Word: Literature.
¤ Specifications: The extension must be between 200 and 400 words, no more no less. ¤
Title: Sonata Ink. ¤
Summary: "But she is not musical notes, or sonatas turbulent and passionate. She's words. Scathing, sarcastic. It is sheer force of letters, of insolence tattooed in ink and paper." ¤
Warnings: Angst terribly musical.
¤ Number of Words: 400 words accurate.

SONATA CHTMLX INK. The notes will flood her veins and in their own way, makes music as well. But she is not musical notes, or sonatas turbulent and passionate. She's words. Biting, sarcastic. It's sheer force of letters, of insolence tattooed in ink and paper. She does not run impressive philharmonic orchestras, but an apocalyptic chorus of words that scream to be elected.

Because the ink and paper have been his voice. A silent voice, but voice. The youngest of seven children, each more talented. Elizabeth, a talent on piano, George, who is now richer for his work as a doctor. And she, a zero. The baby of the house, which only reads, he never speaks. Nobody cared that she decided to study Literature. Totalis the girl. Nobody expected much from it, actually.

"Bastards. They're all bastards mutters, lifting his glass of vodka and giving a long sip, the way it burns the esophagus to the stomach. A slight arch his back makes him tremble.

again sinking into the eternal tide of letters, words and ink. Write with ink, but in reality you do with your soul and blood.

... His lips trembled, and laughed hysterically.

She bursts out laughing hysterically that competes with the notes in the Apassionata crescendo. Musicreaches its peak and she trembles with excitement. His eyes puddle of tears. The fingers are sinking beneath the keys of the old-fashioned typewriter.

Hunde once. Then another and another ... and this marks the end of everything. Of absolutely everything.

End

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N / a: After squeezing my neurons in a brutal way, I succeeded. The first challenge LMF weekly tournament. Was rare and such. This medium based on the words of Salem (the adorable cat Sabrina)"All a writer needs is good whiskey, nightmare and a bad marriage." 400 words remained accurate, which is a miracle. At first I went to 429, then cut back and stay on 399 and

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the bete and stay at 400. It when the counter was as a relief and a deep sigh. But as I say deep. The story left me terribly musical. But that bitch got me on the edge sonata trauma xD. I will marry a pianist just to touch me Apassionata.

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