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A Right Turn on Wrong Turn	By : Jennafer Category: Individual Celebrities > Eliza Dushku Views: 2303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eliza Dushku. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-A Right turn on Wrong Turn
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in this story; I make no money from this story; it is completely a figment of my imagination concocted during one of my many periods of boredom.

CHAPTER ONE:

Eliza sprinted through the maze of trailers scattered around the West Virginia movie set. A fire roaring through her body the result of the actions from thirty minutes ago finally sank in. The Kiss Desmond and her had shared had been so passionate, fiery, and so wonderful. Oh had it been wonderful, and so sudden. Sudden, but still perfectly timed.

Once she reached her trailer she flung open her door, ran in and slammed it shut again. Stumbling over to her black futon, she replayed said events in her mind. Remembering all the details she at that time couldn’t comprehend because her mind was far too long gone, flying down the spiral staircase of the passion that had filled her mind. She thought about how wonderful his lips had felt pressed against hers, how wonderful he had smelt and how great his mouth had tasted. The care he had shown by cupping her face in his hand.

She knew she would feel his mouth on hers again soon. They had a scene to practice for, after all, hadn’t that been how this kiss had been started. Practice. Passion still flooded through her at one million miles an hour. She couldn’t wait to be near him again. To taste him again. Her mind began to wander. Thinking about what he looked underneath his clothes. Her hand began to move dangerously close to the brim of her pants as the thoughts continued.

She could tell that he probably had a very handsome six-pack, a great package, and an ass of steel to boot. Her hand began to crawl ever so slowly beneath her jeans, dipping farther below her black lace thong. She pushed her fingers farther, until they had found their prize. She began to spin and push her fingers against her clit. After she had finished with that part of her body, she dove beyond that. She stopped at the area that she wished so desperately would receive attention from man who had started all of this. Without thinking, she began to pump her finger into herself. Then there was a knock at the door. She yanked her hand out of her pants and yelled, “Just a second,” to the stranger at thedoor as she made a quick dash to the sink so as to wash her hands.

God he couldn’t wait to see her again. Touch her hair, kiss her lips, her hands, her skin, everything. He just couldn’t get enough of her. Her beauty was beyond words, her smart-ass personality one of a kind. Ever since he had laid eyes on her three-months ago at the contract signing for the movie he had wanted her in so many different ways, positions, rooms. Now that was him getting ahead of himself. But isn’t that why he had come over here? To see her, make her his forever? Maybe?

“Hello!” he called. He knew she was in there. Why wasn’t she answering the door? Then she finally opened the door made of wood only half as hard as his right now. He threw himself inside and shut the door behind him so as no one would see what thoughts of her beauty would cause him.

“Desmond-?” she was cut of by the forceful kiss he graced her lips with. He put a hand behind her neck and another trailing down her back stopping on the dividing line of her curvaceous behind and beautiful back. Then he broke the kiss.

“Eliza, I want to make love to you. Right here, right now.”

“On the carpet?”

“No, but in this place. I can’t wait any longer,” he hoped she could feel the proof of that pressing against the lower part of her abdomen.

“Desmond, I am not sure we should rush into something like th--,” she was once again cut off by his maddening kiss. Backing away, her mind made up she said, “ Bedroom’s that way.”

Carrying her bridal style to her boudoir he delicately placed the perfectly proportioned brunette on the bed. As they were kissing she began to unbutton his light blue shirt then forcefully shoving it down his arms, off his body and then tossing it across the room. He proceded to place his hands at the sides of her head. She went for his belt. Shrugging his shoes off he laid her back on the bed and she was tugging at his white undershirt. He didn’t think it fair for her to have all the fun of undressing someone so he started to remove her black tank top from her body. Breacking the kiss so each could rid themselves of their cotton barriers he looked down and indulged himself with the view of her undoing her black bra.

Tossing that so it could rest with the rest of the articles of clothing strewn about the room, then he went for the kill. Sucking in one of her beautiful breasts he caused a pleasured moan to erupt from her throught. Convinced of the satisfaction caused up top he began to head south when she made an objection.

“Uh-uh, you can’t go and have all the fun,” she then yanked off his pants and then made his boxers follow them. With him now naked and vulnerable she sent him beneath her. The she took his head into her mouth. While she sucked the tip she ran her hands slowly and seductivly up and down his length causeing several moans along the way. Somewhere in between the start and stop of her taste test he had somehow lost his fingers in her hair. She stood up and removed her jeans and panties from her body and then settled herself on top of him.

“No, now it’s my turn to be on top,” he said before turning them over and entering her with as much force as he could. Pounding into her he was causing moans and groans. When her hands moved to his butt for a squeeze he just began to pump harder. He tried to keep their levels of passion in sync so they could come together. When they did come they could barely whisper each others names they were so spent. He laid his head on her chest, his breath coming into his body in short, spastic bursts. Using all the strength he could muster he said, “ I love you Eliza. Marry me?”
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