Quotes About Intimacy

There was both love and despair in his voice. He was truly handicapped when it came to emotions, and falling in love hadn't changed that...

Her perfume or soap or whatever it was reminded him of sandalwood and something else. Oh, right...orgasms.

Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay's stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in this fantasy, he wouldn't push the hand away.… He would take it lower, down past the injury, down onto his hips and his— "Fuck!

John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

Ehlena: Look, the reason I called was -- Rehv: Because you needed an excuse. You shut me down in the exam room, but really wanted to talk to me. So you called me on the phone. And now you have me. (That voice dropped even lower) Do I get to pick what you do with me?

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

She is . . . the moon in my night sky. And that is the beginning, middle, and end of it. There is no more to be told than that, and never shall I speak of her again.

Qhuinn looking a Blay] A tear escaped from that eye . Welling up along the lower lid, it coalesced at the far corner, formed a crystal circle, and grew so fat it couldn't hold on to the lashes. Slipping free, it meandered downward, getting lost in dark hair at the temple.

And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their heights and smelling that wonderful cologne, part of him wanted to debate this break up until they both gave in and kept trying. But that wasn't fair.

but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.

Hello, Doctor. It's your man.

Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

You have what I call a male brow. Which is a frown brought on when you're thinking about your male and you either want to boot him in the ass or wrap your arms around him and hold him 'til he can't breathe.

Can I tell you something that I've thought every time I've woken up next to you. - V Please-Jane You are the reason I get out of bed ever night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's. . . you. -V

Sitting down beside her, he found her lower belly with his hand. I love this. Love What? This bump thing you got going on. He smiled. That's our young.

You sure about this? he asked in a guttural voice. I get down on that mattress right now, I'm not stopping until I'm inside of you.

He thinks I love him. As in… in love with him. Yeah. Go fig. Me in love with Qhuinn… a guy who, when he's not moody, is a slut and smart-ass. Except you want to know what the most fucked-up thing is, though? He's right.

As her eyes scanned his face, he feared that she saw everything, right down t the core of him. Where his obsession with her was the strongest. -Butch and Marissa

Ah, now, don't get all mushy on me. We ain't dating. Butch

V? What? I will die rather than hurt you. ~Vutch moments~

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.

Next time say my name. You'll come more