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He sat in a darkened corner, lost deep in thoughts. He was aware of the lack of fact in his thoughts, he knew that they were the product of his imagination, but he could not make them stop. Paranoia had crept into his mind over the passing days. It had started to work it's way into his every thought. "Why" was the question that fed them, and they expanded wider and wilder in his mind. He tried desperately to hold on to facts that he knew to be true, to have patience to find the answers to his questions instead of his assumptions, but the weight of the assumptions was crushing his spirit. He was lost in the thoughts spawned from paranoia, fed by experience, he was being consumed, almost eaten, by them. "Why" resonated louder and louder in his mind, demanding an answer, not resting for anything. He had had similar situations in the past where his paranoia had been true, but was ignored. This time he was sure it was only paranoia, but it wouldn't be ignored. The whiny "i told you so" of past experience was adding it's taunts to the whirlwind in his mind. The thoughts were eating him alive, consuming his mind and devouring his soul. He knew not how to quell them on his own. He knew that only proof would silence them forever, but would the proof ever come, would the horrors in his mind's eye win out before the facts could be presented. He prayed that he was stronger than these thoughts, but he knew it would be close, win or lose, God help him, it would be close.

As you stand at the counter, i slip behind you, snaking my arms around your waist, caressing your stomach lightly as i softly kiss the side of your neck, my lips lightly nibbling your soft skin as your hands slide over mine, caressing the backs of mine. You press back against my chest, feeling the curves of your back against me as my arms tighten around you. Slowly i nibble up the side of your neck, your head turning slowly, our lips meeting in a tender kiss, slowly turning your body around in my arms, your breasts pressing firmly against my chest as we move back, your ass pressing against the counter. You press your hands to my chest, feeling my heartbeat beneath your palm as our kiss deepens, my fingers gently caressing the small of your back, the tips dipping in and out of your waistband, slowly untucking your shirt.Our lips part as you look deep into my eyes, a pixie grin spreading across your lips as you begin to pull my shirt up my body, over my head tossing it to the side, my fingers toy with the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing them one at a time, caressing the soft skin beneath, first around your belly button, then just below your ribs, patiently working their way up your breast bone until your shirt hangs open. Slowly i slip my hands along your shoulders, casting your shirt off onto the counter, my lips pressing softly against your throat, kissing it softly, nibbling lightly. if i should continue or write a different style scene let me know.