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Red is for passion
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2020-10-31 01:30:14What she heard next was the authoritative voice of Detective Zoe. She spoke loudly with the responding voice was timid. It sounded like Harry.
"Has this ever happened before? Does she suffer any illnesses, disorder or disabilities that can affect her ability to be in this case?"
The voice whispered.
"In her best interest, I think she should be acquitted until further notice."
She felt a sense of panic, frustration too. She was awake now but too tired to move. She slouched her side and stared out the window. Remembering the current events she saw her phone on the bedside counter. She remembered the text.
And replied: I need your help.
She instantly almost immediately got a reply back. It made her feel a bit eerie, he felt a sense of ignorance at not knowing what this woman stood for (and yet she was her only choice).
"If I can't come to you, you can come to me."
Dona thought about it and figured that she'd feel more comfortable if Madam Alice was there-as a reassurance to her practices.
Harry concluded the meeting, she could hear footsteps leading out the door and let out a ragged sigh. When Harry entered, without thought he slid beside her and held her. She started to cry, holding his hand in hers. And she kept onto his reassurance that they were in this together. She didn't know whether Harry understood her predicament, but she didn't care. At this moment, she needed a hand to hold and a heart to speak to.
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"Seems like the authorities have hit a dead-end."
He turned to her. The cushions held her in a way that made her look celestial, draped in the morning sun-she nearly made him feel.
"That's what she told me."She nudged closer to him and started to run her hand down his chest.
"Why are you so interested in this case anyway?" She nearly got lost in the contours lining his stomach until he grabbed her hand. It shocked her but she smiled at his sudden preeminence. He kissed her hand. "Art attracts me."
"What else interest you?"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." He smiled.
She laughed and kissed his cheek.
"I'd like to know more about you, Mr Anderson."
He sort of flinched when he heard his name. "Nobody calls me that." He started trailing a finger down her breasts.
"What do they call you then?"
"Oh. lots of things."She started to purr as he got to her stomach.
"One of them being..." He kissed her cheek. "Red". He was closer to her ear, whispering now.
"Why red?"
He started to trail his hand lower, past her abdomen and guided his fingers.
"Red is a beautiful undertone isn't it?"
She started to moan, as he nibbled on her neck.
"For paint, for emotions." He bit her ear. "For underwear."
She laughed and played right into his arms.
"Maybe one day, I'll paint you red."
She looked him in the eyes and before kissing him as passionately as young love," I'll love to be one of your artworks". She thought of it as a figurative meaning, one dowsed in promise and love. She kissed him with expectation dancing on the tip of his paintbrush, while he flowed with the moment like the blood in her veins.
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