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Thirteen Minutes
by Pirate Turner
Thirteen minutes. He smiled at her. Twelve minutes. Her heartbeat would have quickened if she had one. Eleven minutes. He slid his hands seductively over her sultry hips clad in black silk. Ten minutes. He whispered her name. "Tish, mi cara mia." His mustache twitched, and his dark eyes gleamed.
Nine minutes. He swept her into a dance. Eight minutes. They waltzed across the floor in the tango, their bodies moving against each other in perfect rhythm and a seduction as old and powerful as time itself.
Seven minutes. She turned him and took control of their dance. Six minutes. He let her lead. Five minutes. A wolf howled, and Morticia threw her head back and joined in. Four minutes. Gomez trailed heated kisses down her arched neck.
Three minutes. He brought her body hard against his. Two minutes. "I love you!"
"I love you too!"
One minute. They kissed, welcoming the full moon. Gomez dipped her, and his tongue dove into her mouth to tango with hers. The full moon's Witching hour was upon them, and they greeted it with howling, full, elegant, passionate, and grandly loving pleasure as always.
The End