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Look look look! ^___________^

Fairy made a collar for Lilli ....!!!
not beautiful?

* loves loves loves *

Look at him!
not wonderful? ^_______________________^

Thanks thanks thanks!

* ste lilli and wag their tails *

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Because the weather I do not watch it! How

Yesterday at sea with the sun splitting the stones? Today
rain with the sun?
And now? See hail in mid-May is priceless ...

I may ... as HAIL ...
Yes, hail in mid May !
Yes, in the deep South ... the sea!
Prof. mica could come from Bari! Noooo ... he is ruining the car! All 30 home after waiting for 5 hours ... FIVE! ... because bad luck is bad luck ... could be easy to take the first exam?? Nooo ...

All this is encouraging ! =_=''

Now I get home. Under the cursed
hail.
O rain.
or whatever becomes of here half an hour.

What a bore! TT

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a wooden box

New Layout.
Why do I feel a box of wooden .
full of nothing.
a natural insulator. Remember
huts.
So many dark shadows around. Something
white inside.
and out.
Snow .

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CHAPTER 83 CHAPTER 82

83
Jude - Games discrete

That evening there are only shadows in the room.
The light comes from lamps and is shielded from paper coatings - filtered in darker shades, hotter, that does not serve to emphasize the reality of the forms. That can not distinguish perfectly the contours - to follow. Buffing with the look, as if to send them in mind. Remembering
.
Jude has no idea why he preferred this to the usual lighting and most neutral of the chandelier. He does not believe that there was some specific plan - did not want the atmosphere, for once. His plan was too artificial colors and neutral tones. Practical.
Nothing that would highlight the color of Raven, though. Nothing that would make most of his liquid black eyes and did her want to run to retrieve the camera to make sure not to miss it.
is a matter of survival.
concentration.
are twenty minutes looking for a way to push the issue that has to speak without getting anything. Not even a minimum starting point.
Raven is looking at photos of Dylan, in the meantime. The spread has on the table and sat down on the ground near one of the poles - legs crossed, his hair tied back. Eyes half closed, as always when focused on something.
is wonderful.
And Jude knows that after ten years should have made us the habit - his appearance, and the strange sensation of gravitate, and the total absence of fixed points which brings you frequent it. Still, there are times when all of this continues to take away your breath. Days when the desire for photography is not even a need for beauty - from the need to look at him. But it seems to be simply a way to stop it .
forcing it into a form a little 'more stability of that change continuously.
that was probably constant throughout their history. The impression that every act - every look - if only sand slipping through your fingers. Throw handfuls of seconds behind him with ease, with nothing marked the skin. Without it nothing can be secured.
The first time they made love, that was one of the nuances that could break down the desire. There was the body, the attraction and the frustration of the game that was going on far too long, sure. But there was also a need to hear their secret, at least for a while. The need to anchor it to the silent world with her own body - as if that gesture was enough to claim some ownership. As if the very effectiveness of this attempt had not already been frustrated by the number of people who had been in his place earlier. That before he had beaten that same road.
is strange. Why Jude knows it is absurd - you know now, and he knew that day.
Yet, deep down, has also always felt that it was not so far from the truth. That somehow Raven was really his - if not always, at least at times when they were in bed together. Where you left photograph.
is the only thing that allowed him the freedom to bear that the frightening friend forced him into the arms from the first time they have applied the word. The retaliation of the fears and worries that, at fifteen, he did not believe he ever faced.
If you think back to the person who was the first to know Raven is almost laughable.
Because that kid already had a history traced in broad terms and did not mind that all his certainties could divert that way. That he would be there, ten years later, to live in a house furnished with a taste at that time had not yet discovered and slide their fingers on the shiny surface of photographs developed in the morning. A slide your eyes on the white lines of the body Portrait and harder ones for the face of Raven. Chasing shadows. Fondling the profile.
Sometimes it seems that all that is now is his work. One of his gift, like all true gifts are not really deserved - the echo of a promise never made a loud voice that he felt on the verge of breaking too many times. That has always strengthened instead. Repair cracks.
Just to live up to that promise, now, should kneel before him and take his hands - look at his eyes. Let go of her in black irises and say it clearly. In a low voice.
I kissed Dylan. When you were not there.
I would have done more if we had not been interrupted.
It was not easy to let it go. Pretend nothing happened. Lie.
would like to tell him that you feel guilty, even without knowing with certainty to whom and for what reason. Ask if he knows how to find an explanation - to ask him what he thinks. What do you see.
If it apart, the desire, the angles with which he photographed Dylan. If you guess the curve of his arm - in the curve of the smile - the one that was going to happen. If you already knew, the day that brought it to him at home.
That first evening.
But Raven is studying the prints as he studied all his works, always, and does not seem troubled. He raises his head slightly when he is approaching, and the gaze is clear. The smile sincere.
"I figured that would be something," said with a soft tone.
And he feels at that moment, clearly, do not say anything. Because the balance is too flawed and even more able to understand what the dominant emotion - love, or if there is uncertainty and fear. Is it complicity, what flows between them, or maybe just jealousy.
For years, moreover, who no longer live something. Years that are clearly complementary and walk together without hesitation.
But every straight road turns into a fork, past a boundary. And you must decide for himself, which way to go.
Understanding yourself what are the obstacles. Traps to fear.
"You like?" Simply ask, then, as he dropped the chair. Reverse the head on the back and then - pressed his knee against the arm. "I did not mean to do nudes, really."
"How come you changed your mind?"
He shrugs, showing the prints of his chin. "He wanted to Dee. And then it just felt right. "
" was right, Jude, "Raven murmured, returning to lower his head. "I think are among your best work. "
" Find? "
nodded - distracted.
"And Dylan is beautiful. I've never seen him so serene. "
Taking a deep breath, Jude slips further down in the chair. Do not look away. Meanwhile
think of when it all began - as it was difficult to distinguish the nuances of their history, finding a balance between friendship and love. Accept that their relationship changed and remained the same the world around himself - while Raven continued to laugh and close the hand on his neck to draw him close, even while talking to others. Even while you watch.
It was not easy to come to terms with jealousy.
It was not easy to learn to modulate their own - forget it - or accept the fact that the other side was totally missing. Raven could spend the evening watching him flirt with a complete stranger and smile as if nothing had happened in the meantime - let them go off together. Without asking anything the next day. Without taking advantage of the first opportunity to get even and make him pay.
We have lost at least a year, on that tug of war. In silence sometimes - sometimes chanting the rules. Challenging and confronting and fighting even brutally. A bed as in the streets. The bodies of other people.
Jude could not say what they were aware of the situation, the guys who let themselves be pulled half - that stands between them.
He never understood how it was possible to ignore the focus of all his actions - how they could look into his eyes and not notice that its always slipped over their shoulders, to some other corner of the room. With what courage is surprised, later, when he said that there was another. When he explained who it was.
Maybe he should have known from those details, the game was pointless and just hit the wrong targets. Maybe he should change its strategy from the start - immediately accept it, that strange sweetness that bound between the fingers. That intoxicating power that could turn into the first crack weakness - the thrill of gliding down my spine every time he crossed eyes, even if among them was an entire room and too many people and the back of a boy any.
Perhaps everything would have been sufficient.
Instead, it was necessary to see a new spark in the expression of the unknown which was secluded. It was necessary to see him turn his head - see the eyes of Raven stumble over them. Guess its fixed.
is then slipped into bed together without any other words because all I had to say was already said. Slide your hands on his back and meet the gaze of Raven over his shoulder - to feel the breath stop. The unsettling feeling
to warn all the pieces slowly, at that precise moment, came back to get stuck.
It is also ironic, from a certain point of view, that the certainty of the depth of its history with the Raven has been donated since the first time they had sex with another, together, now it is just the idea of a new articulation of the relationship to make him shake the earth under your feet.
thought Dylan skin caressed by the Raven's lips.
The memory of his knees pressed against the sides. The memory of how light slipped in his - eyes on her hair - and his way of moving light.
certainty - almost a thrill - that would be enough to find his voice now. Speak. To have them both together.
could not say because that possibility can not find even in breathing patterns - because string throat even imagine it. Perhaps it would be impossible to go back after that. That would be too bad to let him go.
Or maybe it's that deep down knows it, feels it, that would not let it go ever again, Dylan. Raven could decide to keep it as tight. It is not certain that their balance would know withstand such kind of pressure.
not you think that would have the strength to sustain it and him. Without collapsing.
Shaking fist on the armrest of his chair, Jude pressed against the back of the temple - slide your eyes on the face of Raven, on her neck. Hands.
It bathes your lips, sinking his teeth. Let go of your breath.
"You have to go back to campus tonight?" Asks softly.
Bottom, Raven lifts his head.
"Why should I go back to campus?" Replies, raising his eyebrows.
A shrug.
"I do not know. Did not you say back to Carlos? Maybe you wanted to go to wait ... "
For a moment, the friend remains impassive, merely to support his gaze. Jude does not know him too well to distinguish the light that illuminates the black fun - just focus a bit 'to see the smile behind the mask that is struggling to hold back. The slightest movement would be dropped and all the cards on the table - face up, scores well in sight.
If he says nothing and waits for the other to take the next step is only because the nerves are already strained, and the expectation as they were shelling the second beat. Advances of creeps.
Discrete Games.
Raven on the table when the photo was watching the movement is slow. Measured perfectly. And the look that gives him while he stands up, immediately after, is that of the best moments. That's when they are alone and there's that thick gloom around them, to make it even more motionless air. To confuse this with the memories, and desires fade.
"If I said that I had in mind to go, ruining your plans?"
bending the lips into a smile, Jude tilts his head slightly.
"Maybe."
"You have in mind some pictures?"
Slowly, he covers his body with his eyes - from the bottom up, focusing on the folds of the jeans at the knees. The fabric is tightest near the sides - the buttons and zippers. The belt buckle. The edge of the mesh size and the shape of the breast, the shape of the shoulders. The curve of the neck and chin, the mouth, the expression of his face impassive.
Black luminous eyes. Their smile.
"No," he says, softly. "Tonight I just want to watch."
"Watching me?"
impassive expression on the face of his just puckers, giving place to the challenge.
"All night? Really?
"Who can say. Maybe I get some other idea in the meantime ... "
" Maybe ... "Raven nodded, looking down. The perfectly balanced body - arms still at your sides. Building in front of him: just a step away.
few centimeters.
swallowed every other edge, Jude leans forward - laying a hand on his right side. Curve your fingers in close firmer.
knees spread apart, to allow him to cover the space that still separates them. It is always exciting
strangely, when such moments pass spontaneously from a joke into silence, as if the energies centrifuges of their relationship hit tunes to a single frequency. As if there was no need to say anything to make sense of their being together, but enough to meet. Let's talk about looks.
hands.
The first time was because the intensity was too much, probably. Why was no urgency and uncertainty and fear, and Raven had eyes and body of polished stone, and Jude could not concentrate enough to drive at the same time his fingers and tongue.
Later, when the movements began to be only natural, carried out in a solemn silence gave them different.
was like drawing a border that divided quel che facevano alla luce da quel che facevano nell'ombra. Un modo per distinguere certe emozioni da quelle della semplice amicizia.
Perché non si trattava di toccarsi e basta, quando stavano zitti. Non erano le conseguenze un po' ambigue di un rapporto stretto - di un'attrazione che viveva il suo tempo. Né si trattava soltanto di sesso.
Anche il termine desiderio sembrava svuotarsi. Un colore spento.
Era un'altra la fretta. Un altro il bisogno.
E ogni volta che succede, ancora adesso, Jude sente la gola stringersi come quel primo giorno.
Come se tutte le parole da dire - tutte le cose da fare - si accalcassero l'una sull'altra, rallentandogli il cervello.
"Ehi," Raven whispers from above - the impalpable caress fingertips along the jaw. And Jude smiles, raising her eyes toward him - leaned forward to press his lips on her belly. In order to slide them down over the relief of the belt. It's almost
effect discover their firm hands, now - secure the close of the fingers on the side, secure the pressure of the palm on sex.
The first time both were shaking, he recalls. Raven caresses her hair. His gestures clumsy, uncertain.
I breathe faster.
Now it's like finally take a long breath after apnea, when the contact Raven sighs. His fingers massage the neck, just tighten the grip. The issue. And it is impose difficult to proceed slowly.
are rare occasions in which Jude warns more clearly the extent of his influence on the environment. Rare situations that make him feel stronger - more in control. As if it were in his hand the keys of the world.
sometimes happens during intercourse - if it goes into him and he decided to open his body, his muscles twitching. When I look - eyes open, eyes closed - and listen to the prolonged time, like a rubber band stretched. When it begins to move. And he sees around him.
Still, those moments are arranged in a plane different again. They are a more violent form of possession - visceral - and can not really be put in comparison with the deep meaning of these moments of expectation.
When Raven is still, and so close.
hands resting on his head forcefully but still, as if to give him freedom of movement. And there is only the smell around. Prior to his taste - before any contact. A sliver of penetrating every moment. Any thoughts.
Jude feels the narrow finger just bolt when you finally decide to open your mouth and let it slip on the tongue.
relaxes the grip of the fingers and slips back toward the back, but Raven pushes the hips forward slowly.
He withdraws.
and he closes his eyes, at any other time. We'll let you do or dictate the pace, concentrating its flavor. On their every move.
could not say for sure why but now he looked up - to his face. Perhaps only because he knew that more than half-closed eyelids the eyes of his were open. Burning.
Slowly, Raven's hand slips to stroke his cheek - just to change the tilt of the head, while the thumb track concentric circles near the cheekbone.
"I just wanted to look," he murmurs, barely moving his lips. And he could answer anything - stand back and talk, or perhaps rise to kiss him. He could change positions and slide down and push it sat.
say yes, smiling.
And then bend over and take it back in your mouth instead of pressing his lips on the bone of his pelvis. Sucking the skin and leave the sign of a bite - touching with the hands, meanwhile. Taking all the time to study the expression of his face, and changes in breathing.
you sure that Raven also seeks to be totally passive, if those were the agreements. I do and just leave without trying to regain momentum. Without doing anything to turn - only heard. And leaving it to look.
was what Jude had in mind when he saw the approach of the rest. What calling - that was apparent in her attitude. It does not understand why but in a few moments everything is upside down - why the desire to have changed direction in the blood and pulse with a different rhythm.
with different parameters. Advances
.
"No," he says, pulling back. It can not suppress a grin when the other disgruntled moans while he is quick to raise the top. To pull it off.
"Program Change," communicates and thrown to the ground and leaned to kiss his ear. "Bedroom."
"Good idea ..." Raven chuckles, turning his head to bite his lip. Best of your chair, no doubt. "
" You never complained before. "
" Because I'm good to suffer in silence ... "
" Sure, "he snorts. "A martyr."
"I had never noticed you?"
Without answering, Jude pushes his palm against the door of the bedroom and it remains standing in the doorway a moment, before pressing the finger the switch. The room lights up, as if gradually, and he takes the time to study the prospects. Distances.
Behind him, the Raven has slipped an arm around her waist and stooped to kiss his neck - is breathing against his ear.
"What are you thinking?" He murmured, as he threw back his head to one side to give him more space. While pushing back, to better adhere to his chest. He feels
smile, at that point. Close your lips around the lobe - bite plane. Blow: "Change your mind?", In an amused tone. Turning
in the embrace, grinning Jude.
"Maybe. I still have time to retrieve the car ... "
" Definitely no, "interrupts the other, pulling inward of the room. "You had your chance, Iverson. It is not my fault if you have burned. "
" Abuse of authority, really? It was not you, the anarchist? "
Shaking his head, Raven pushes him onto the bed and an elbow to the tip side of the pillow, bending down to kiss him. Closing my eyes, Jude let him dictate the times - his body to move, choosing the pressure, and his breath to breathe both.
The dissolved hair, while - there is sliding your fingers. And he thinks that's not often you feel so satisfied to be simply lying to stroke - just give him reassurance in the rudder.
let him.
The boy seems to be back when the friend was the one with all the secrets of the world on the lips - skin - and he did not have to do is stand still, waiting to transmit them to him. Learn. To understand the direction in which the desire to go. And then, to accept it. A slow education instinct.
up to the point where it no longer seemed to be all wrong.
When he opened his eyes, Raven was again raised on his elbow - his body still weighs on him, solid and strong, but he stopped to kiss him. And perhaps one might expect a smile - some other edge that fades again the intensity with the joke. But the boy is still, and he's just watching.
already upset with her hair down over one shoulder. With eyes half-closed shutters. In its fixed.
Turning her head sideways, Jude glances at the door still open - raises his hand to close on his neck. He began to massage it.
"Turn out the light?" Question - and the other let go of a puff that looks like a laugh. Closes his hand under her knee - makes him bend his leg. Bowing his head to kiss his neck, rubbing her hips against his pelvis - he smiles against his skin.
"No," she whispers. And
is a refusal to call who knows, more than anything. Of grant and promise and gift. Because the friend has stopped playing only tonight - and also stopped to stand still and let him dictate the pace. The eyes are what people see sometimes when people want to let it be observed. And it's a thrill to hear him, that intensity, because usually when I'm with Jude is too busy trying to tie him, Raven. Too busy to touch, to be really touching.
As if that kind of gestures serve to vindicate the truth that their relationship often prefer to remain silent. As if they need it either. Or maybe just
Jude.
Or maybe, just Raven.
is difficult to understand. My friend has a great ability to mold around so desires of others to make it difficult to distinguish their preferences from those that the world puts in his hands. Too much ease in taking any role - any location - without getting lost. Change.
are only nuances. The different ways in which light can sculpt a face - to create emotion.
When you let go, it gives the impression of being able to reduce each center to periphery of the body - to know how to handle even when you are, to drive. And when him, to have control, seems to ask with every movement to lower the barriers.
With every glance.
every inclination of the mysterious breath.
"Relax," she whispered, kissing his ear. "For once, Jude. Close your eyes. "
not often face these requirements. It's not often that manages the time with the sweetness - the rubbing of the nose on the cheek, a whisper of breath in her hair. The hands that glide along the hips, thighs - infuriating the movements of the pelvis.
The warmth of the bare skin - the bodies of nesting. Of the kisses.
It is not often that Jude is allowed to listen so deeply. To put in his hands, letting him decide the gestures, postures. Without even looking at him.
Without eyes, for once, put it as a filter between himself and the world.
shudder, later, when she hears her lips open on the shoulder - slipping down from neck to back, following the path of the vertebrae. Closing around the first.
The fingers tightened on the sides, are a family pressure - known mark. Her body, pushed from behind, has a different shape. More convinced.
It is strange, because it is not the first time.
is strange because every time, after the first, was this: a regular rediscover stranger. As if it were a stranger, the boy who is touching him. The breath that hits the skin with a new angle - with a different rhythm.
And the smell. The taste.
The same thrill.
"Are you ready?"
The voice is different - lower, and warm. A note which vibrates and loosens deep, strokes. Would wonder if his eyes were a different color.
Black ink. O water at night. O
obsidian usual, perhaps. Only the most ardent.
clenching his fists on the sheets, Jude sinks his teeth into the lip. He nods. It feels
the close of the hand held the right flank relax - The Palm scroll up, touch the chest. The face.
lips back to kiss her neck.
"Stay calm ..."
He tries to focus on your breathing.
"Plan ..." Raven whispers, in the meantime. With the same gentleness with which the hypnotic was touching - the same slowness. Of each movement.
It is as if the words he felt the skin, first hearing. As if they were directed to the body, more than anything - an encouragement meaningless, that consciousness perceives only as a whisper. Rhythm.
Jude hears him groan, when it comes to the end. Your name Can you imagine a sigh and felt as if the ear, the beating of his heart. Pulsating blood in the body under the skin. Their way in the mind to fill the entire space.
Transforming the rest in anything.
is always an intimate moment, that. Other than when he is in the active part - other than when he concentrated on the heat, or the facial expressions of others. Pain and pleasure, and forward masked by the lower lashes, or shamelessly painted in the folds of the forehead. In the curve of the lips.
in welcoming her body reserves.
Behind it, Raven was lifted - is receding slowly, more attentive to any sign of discomfort - and he bent his head forward, letting go of the breath. Letting the tension leave your muscles, waiting for the pain fade completely and that the movements would be more loose.
more spontaneous.
The first time I tried something like that that moment had not arrived - there had been no fluency, no impatience. Raven had stopped now - uncertain, almost frightened - and he could not do anything but breathe relieved. Prior to refocus the situation and the embarrassment of being lost. And in the strange uncomfortable - for the first time since they were together - not knowing what to make of his body.
Now, it's almost impossible to remember, while the sinking feeling again within himself and goes back in turn to meet him - as he listens to his breathing hurried and low tones of his voice and the silence is like . Unreal. Too dense and precise and glued to the skin like sweat - or the imprint of an identity that you can not erase.
Something that defines you.
part of you.
The rhythm of its history with around Raven seems to modulate the intensity with which their bodies are trying to bed - think of sex as well as complicity in when walking down the street with their backs that are very close. When you sit in a bar looking around and speak up, or when they fight. When you love.
There are times in a manner that is sweet intangible - the surreal provocation of kisses that they strive to remain on the surface to show that not everything has to fall by force, perhaps. Or perhaps, that both are able to resist.
Other times it's just meat, and fast, and the sign of the teeth on the shoulder. The pleasure exhausted drawn on his face - in the position of the body - and the thousands of pictures that show the line.
Raven and an arm thrown across his forehead. Her naked on the bed fully accessible - reminder of its taste, a private affair. And mixed with the sharp curve of the lips of the face. Hardness, and a satisfied smile.
Other times, it is only this. Its name is blown against the ear - the wet hair on the neck, under his lips. The imprint of his fingers on the sides and that sense of complete fullness. A pleasure
different.
more fragile, perhaps. More frighteningly deep.
This is also probably not often do so in this way. Why not just pain, to frighten - not just the momentary discomfort and soreness. Modesty. But something more
visceral, too.
Fears that pulse beneath the skin.
A lack of balance that not even the weight of the body of Raven - his arms tightly around his chest, to reverse positions and tirarselo me - can really stabilize.
Closing my eyes, when everything is finished, Jude is left turn on the side - leans her head against his shoulder. Breathe. And
think ten years have passed, but some things still seem the same as when they were both teenagers. The pleasure of being close - to be able to live using all the senses - and the impression they are just those moments, to shield them from the rest of the world and keep them alive.
The fear that the screen can break. The spell break.
As if there's still a risk that his father come home too early and get in the room without knocking and found them together in bed, tangled in sheets.
As if all this were not already happened for years, and he with his father, now no longer even speaks to us. As if the door was left ajar all the time anyway.
to testify that there is nothing to hide.
Nothing to worry about.
"Jude."
rubbing his cheek against the shoulder of his friend, he nods. "Hm?" It feels
smile. Change location - to lean out the light.
"Go to sleep," Raven murmured then, returning to sink into the bed beside her. "And no paranoia."
"I'm doing paranoia," he mutters, without raising his head. "But with the council."
"Nothing." Pause.
The stillness of the silence - a languor that is not allowed even the possibility of a complete failure.
Then, in a darkness that seems to have less heat: "If there was any problem told me about it, right?"
And disarming is the feeling of being without answers, for once. Without assurances - neither truth nor lies.
no word that can bring order.
No certainty.
Taking a deep breath, Jude tries to smile. To re-open your eyes and look for the partner's face in the dark - guess the curve of her lips. The term smooth, free of suspicion and tension.
"Sure, Raven," he murmurs, in turn, in a tone too low for it to reveal some nuances. "If there was any problem."
And when he leans to kiss him on the mouth - when he hears his hand slipped through his hair and the taste of his languid weariness - perhaps thinking that does not even lied at all, with that promise.

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