To Have Your Arms Around Me By Mistress
	TITLE: To Have Your Arms Around Me AUTHOR: Mistress EMAIL: TakerMistress@w..., america_bad_ass_babe@y..., sammie_y@h... RATING: NC-17 (slash) CONTENT: Sex...sorta. M/M, Smut...sorta CATEGORY: SLASH, M/M, Angst, SPOILERS: Raw 6/24 SUMMARY: Someone things and wishes and wants DISCLAIMER: These characters are not mine, I make no money and I am a struggling student with a crappy job and no worldly possessions, trust me you won't get much in court. It wouldn't be worth it. DISTRIBUTION: www.gotfiction.net, anyone who has my stuff already, just let me know you are taking it. If you want it ask please first unless you have previous permission. You scare me. Terrify me. Not your strength. Or your size. Not your attitude or your destructive power. No. you scare me with the power you hold over me. And don't even know it You have no clue what hangs over my head. The way you can control me. The way you look at me. And that scares me. Because what would happen if you knew. What would it be like, how much power would you have then. If you knew. If you knew I wanted you. What would you do if you could see it in my eyes. And honestly, that's the most terrifying thought of all. That you will find out. Do you know I dream about you every night. Every time I close my eyes I see you. You're there. Standing about me, laying over me. Your body is hard, heaving breaths, sweaty skin. I can feel it. Smell it. Taste it. Hear it. You're so dominating. Over powering. And that power and aggression is turned on me. Focused on me. Your eyes burn into me and your hands claim me, use me. You use me like a whore, a lover, like an enemy of blood. I can feel you, throbbing in me, pounding, thrusting. I can feel the bruises on my skin, your fingers tight on me. Your hips beating ruthlessly against mine. Your eyes are closed, open, full of fire and rage and passion. Your body is stiff with need. And I see all of this in my dreams every night. I can just imagine all that anger, aggression and ferocious nature turned on me. Like a tidal wave beating at the shore, reducing massive stones to miniscule grains of sand. A hurricane beating down the strongest tree. All the passion you possess turned on me in a single instant. I can imagine it all in my dreams. In the ring you're an animal, wrecking through, over anything that stands in your way. But at the same time your reserved, holding back. Afraid to let out the beast you keep chained deep inside. What a beautiful site that must be. All that ruthless, animalistic aggression that boils just below the surface, that I can see dancing in behind your eyes. You're only happy when you're in that ring, doing what you do best. When we're in there, in that squared circle together, the camera's following our every move. Our chest's pressed tight together, it's almost orgasmic. Every time I touch you, beat you, fight you, I cherish. I covet every bruise you leave, every sore, tense muscle. Because they came from you. And when you wrap those massive arms around me, bear hug me, it fuels every fiber of my being. Our chest's pressed tight together, every breath labored and painful. I can see us that way. I can almost feel the cool stone wall pressed against my back as you lift me up. As you lift me with you strength only to pound up into me. My legs would wrap around your waist and I would surrender completely to you, to your thrusts. To your brutality. To your passion. But even in my wildest dreams I knew it will never happen. I know the only time we will touch will be to pound into one another in front of the cameras. I know the only way your arms will ever be around me is when you are trying to squeeze the breath, the life, out of me. Because your the next big thing. And that's all good. That's cool. Cause I'm R...V...D. THE END PS...ok ok ok...now Tracy I know I said I would do the others tonight too,.,..but you're right...i am tired and going to bed...more out tomorrow... Mistress