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Quick fix (One shot-no names)

She fell to her knees as she let the tears fall from her face. She knew what had to be done for her people. He needed and heir to his throne and as hard as they tired she couldn’t give him one. So she had to hand to duty over to other woman. It pained her and for the night her quiet sobs were the only thing to keep her company while he was with her. She begged for sleep to take her away even if it was only for an hour or two. She knew the truth being he only loved her and this killed him as much as it was slowly killing her but she knew their was no other way. Hours passed and still sleep invaded her and the tears only continued to flow. Why had it come to this? Why had she not been able to bare her own? These thoughts continued to play over and over and over. The tears continued to fall and she knew this would be how it was every night he had to be with her. Every night he wasn’t here…. Her tears would fall.

Update News

GMW= is UPDATED!!!!! Sorry I was late

Update news

Give Me Wings = Weds. Afternoon
Just One Bite = Weds. Night/ Early Thursday morning (Not Sure yet)

Author Note: I'm going to try and post at the very least once a week on J.O.B (haha) & G.M.W. I can't promise anything though. Other news be on the lookout for regular posts of random things. Anyways Happy Blogging!

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I've made another blog for Give Me Wings completely so thats where the updates will be.

Give Me Wings Chp.2

Silk sheets and skin was all that ever existed in their bed. They stayed wrapped up in each other long after they had reach bliss, he prefer it that way same her. He loved this peacefulness that came to him when waking up in the morning. His head laying on her chest, her legs still wrapped around his waist in the morning light. He smiled to himself then slowly pulled himself from her arms. Standing next to the bed, he admired her beautiful sleeping form. That’s my girl he thought to himself and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom would have been the first indicator that she came from money, if he hadn’t seen the rest of the loft. Whirlpool bath tub and a walk-in glass shower, with marble sinks. She had decorated in shades of tans and blue for a beach theme.  He smiled when he walked over to the sink to brush his teeth. Her mirror was covered in her handwriting with words that described her and her friends. He sighed contently to himself and finished brushing his teeth quickly. He turned to the shower and quickly washed himself. Walking back into the bedroom to retrieve his work clothes, he admired her once last time before getting dressed and heading to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and then took the note pad from the counter and quickly wrote a good morning note. He slid his shoes on, grabbed his keys and left locking the door behind him.

                It was 7:30 when she finally woke up. She turned on her back and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before looking back at the clock. 7:32 Ok time to get up and get ready gotta meet the girls. She thought to herself. She walked to her bathroom turned on her shower jumped in scrubbed her body down and brushed her teeth. Staring at herself in the mirror, she decided to apply just a little eyeliner to her face then moved to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet and the orange juice from the fridge she poured herself something to drink. After putting the juice back, she turned back to her glass took two slips before seeing the note. She put her glass down, picked up the note and smiled to herself when she read it. Glancing up at the clock she let out a little ah before chugging the rest of her drink down. Grabbing her back and keys she rushed out the door. Locking the door behind her and sliding the note she was still holding into her bag, she head for the stairs not even bothering to wait on the elevator. I’m going to be late enough as it is. She thought to herself with an eye roll. When she got down stairs, she gave a friendly smile to Jason and headed down to the coffee shop near her school.

                 Her two best friends were there when she finally pulled the door open. She waved as she headed up to give her order to the cashier that her friend describes as tall, dark, and handsome. He gave her a friendly smile as he handed her, her drink and change. She walked over to her friends and their normal table. She was greeted with smiles and hugs. This was their normal routine even before they all moved to California. Back in high school it was a local pizza place and when they were even younger than that it was the park. They had all met in kindergarten when she was the new girl and they all had been best friends since. When they were seniors in school, they decided they would attend the same College. They sat talking until 10:00 when they all had their first class. She made in to class with five minutes to spare so while she wait, she pulled out her note book and music pad and started writing. She was really getting into it when her professor finally walked in. Her music professor was hands down her favorite. She was an older woman who looked like she was in her twenties. She wore glasses and always had her hair up in a ponytail or bun. In other words a librarian and a sarcastic on at that, who had a passion for music and teaching it. For the next hour and half she was in her own world full of music the way she liked it.

When class ended her professor called her in for their weekly meeting, which lasted for about an hour to two. They talked about upcoming term papers, finals, and her summer showcase. They brain stormed on what she could do for the summer scholarship. Summer scholarship was something her and her friends were dying to get. The Arts and Acts Scholarship was a scholarship awarded to freshmen students at the end of their first year. Basically it was a full ride for the next three years of school, an internship after senior year and every summer you get to study abroad which includes flights, hotels, and meals. You could apply solo or with a group and her & her friends decided to do it together. The way they determined the winners were at the summer showcase. Writers’ had to summit a 15 – 20 chapter story of any style to their writing professor the week before finals, Artist had to present a portfolio containing pictures of their personal works, and Musicians had to perform a show on stage the last night of the summer showcase. With finals three weeks away and the showcase starting the week after that her and her friends were starting to get a little nervous. Both her friends had started on their works but she still had another week before she could begin hers. She finished discussing and outlining her term paper with her professor and headed to the library to get started.

When she got to the library her friend was there working on her term paper as well. She grabbed the books she need and headed to the sit right across from her. They smiled at each other and worked in silence. This was something they had always been able to do even in high school. They could work in silence comfortably but their other friend couldn’t. Around 2:30 they both finished their papers and decided to wait for their other friend outside in the courtyard for her class to get out. When they were finally together, they headed to their favorite coffee shop. They ordered their drinks and grabbed their usually table.

“Again I’m sorry class took so long” Earon apologized for the fifth time.
“Stop apologizing” They both said at the same time
Earon just giggled and took a sip of her mocha. Sipping her coffee, Becca looked at the news paper. Livy pulled out her phone, checked the time and sighed.
“J not off yet?” Becca replied not looking up from the paper.
“No” She shook her head. Great even they know when I’m thinking about him she thought to herself.
Earon smiled “So are we going to the game tonight?” Earon just started seeing one of the football players. It was a shocked to their little group. That usually wasn’t her type. She fell for the rocker and punk-rockers most of the time. This guy was completely different.  He made her happy though and stayed faithful which was all they cared about. Becca on the other hand was single as she usually was. She had high standards that Earon and Livy were pretty sure no one would ever be able to meet. Sure she was hit on all the time by guys in her creative writing class and her book club but it was all in vein.
“Don’t we always” Becca answered.
“Not always” Earon replied
“Yes we do. Every time the team plays you ask us the same question knowing you’ll drag us to it anyways” Livy said cocking an eyebrow daring her to argue.
Earon just smiled and threw a balled up napkin back at them. They both laughed.
“Why is there even a game tonight?” Becca asked as they all got up and headed for the door.
“For that matter why is there a game at all. It’s not even football season” Livy chimed in causing Becca and her to both laugh. Earon just rolled her eyes.
“Okay okay okay, so they find it more fun to condition and practice when they do games against nearby school” Earon explain, which caused Becca and Livy to laugh even harder. Earon just rolled her eyes a second time.
“Okay Becca let’s be nice.” Livy finally got out when she was done laughing.
“You know we love you and Kendrick.” Becca replied then arched an eyebrow “What the hell kinda name is Kendrick anyways?” She asked.
“It’s Celtic/Old English” Earon and Livy both answered. Earon smiled at Livy. Livy just shook her head and laughed slightly.
“I don’t even wanna know how you found that out” Becca sighed.

Give Me Wings

She definitely didn’t see this coming. She had been content being with herself and the passing world around but this changed everything, he changed everything. She couldn’t figure out what it was, she only knew something about this was different. Her friends saw the changes but only she could truly understand the depth of what they were doing to her. It wasn’t like those stories were the two people perfect for each other ended up together. Nothing like the books she read about true love or soul mates and for some reason lately she was unfilled when she read those stories; even her favorite love movies couldn’t satisfy her need. She was hungry for something pure, lustful, and downright painful. She was in need of him and all he brought to the picture. She slapped her book angrily and pushes her chair back. She didn’t care about the people who were staring at her or the angry “shhh” she got from the librarian. Picking up the rest of her stuff she slid her bag onto her shoulder and headed for the door. So much for my peace sanctuary she thought with an eye roll. Continuing to beat and belittle herself, she pulled her phone from her bag and looked up his number.  No answer means he’s still at work. She sighed to herself and started walking down the street to her loft. When she finally got to her place she had trouble with her key. Of course! She rolled her eyes. When she did finally manage to get inside, she threw her bag on the end table and headed to her kitchen. Her place was what she refers to as her sanctuary, her place of peace and Zen. Very few were allowed into this house of worship, of which Music Gods and herself were thought of as the higher power. Most people her age couldn’t afford a five foot walk up, let alone a loft but she had received this place as a gift from her grandmother for graduation. She was grateful for her place and the money she received like clockwork every two weeks from her Grandma, though she didn’t need it. She had a job at the record store and lunch was free at the university where she studied but it was nice to have spending money.

After walking around her kitchen countless time she decided to head to the bedroom to change into her camouflage shorts and black tank top to go for a run. When s he got down stairs she said hello   to Jason her doorman and chatted for a few minutes, then she turn her IPod on and started running. Usually on her runs she would think of her firsts. First kiss, first smoke, first drink, first time her and her best friends played truth or dare, first time but lately the only first that would continue to play in her mind were the thoughts of him. First sight, first time they talked, first date, the first time they made out, and to no one’s surprise their first time. As they visions of silk sheets and lustily moans filled her head, she pushed herself to run faster and harder. The more she thought the faster she ran, his hands holding her hips as he thrust harder, the way he kissed down her neck right before he slid in. She turn her iPod up a little louder hoping to drown the memory out of her head but all it did was make the memories themselves become louder as well. Epic fail she thought to herself with yet another eye roll. She continued to run and to her unfortunate luck she let he memories replay. The sun was just beginning to set walk she finally reach her street. As she slowed her pace catching her breath she noticed Jason smiling his friend smile at her. That’s when it hit her. HE’S UPSTAIRS!!!!  She yelled to herself as she ran full speed down the street to her door, gave a breathy hey to Jason who laughed as he held the door open. She came to the elevator press the button ten times jumping from one foot to the next and then decided to take the stairs. She made it all the way up and rounded the corner to her door when she saw him sticking his key into the door. I know somewhere else he can stick something and it ain’t his keys. She thought to herself. He turn around just in time to see her running down the hall way. Putting the back on the floor he held his arms opened and while catching her body with his, he caught her lips as well. He’d never tell but he loved when he got back before her because it gave him excuses for scenes like this. He never was a true romantic until she came along.