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A Question of Lust	By : depechemode12 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 1842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is complete fiction. Never happened, never will.

Chapter List
- 1-A Question of Lust
- 2-Chapter Two-
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I sat in my room, staring at the clock every few minutes. '12:52' I thought to myself.... only 8 more minutes.
I had to pace...... I was too excited, and nervous.
I went in the bathroom and checked my makeup one last time..... putting on my black shirt and finally looking at the clock.
'12:59' it read.
I went on down the hall..... his room was at the end.
I stood there..... 'Should I go in? Should I knock?' I was starting to chicken out.
I looked at the clock down the hall, '1:05' I had been standing there for five minutes, debating on whether to go in or not.
I took another deep breath and put the key in the door, slowly opening it and going in.
"Martin?" I called out... not in a loud voice, I almost couldn't bring myself to speak.
He didn't answer.
I saw a light coming from the other side of the room, so I walked on in, and turned the corner, looking straight into the open bathroom door.
"Oh..... oh.... gosh, sorry." I said, quickly turning around.
Martin was getting out of the shower and looked over at me. He slightly blushed and reached for a towel. "It's ok." he said, starting to wrap it around himself, but then decided to just dry himself off and go without it.
"Well, you've seen it.... I guess there's no reason to cover it up right away." he laughed.
I laughed back and kept my eyes towards the window.... it was hard not to peek.
"I'm sorry I wasn't ready, we stayed later than I thought we would." he said, putting on his underwear, and then shorts. "I'll only be a few minutes, sit down, please."
I went over to the table by the window. I sat down in one of the chairs and looked at the lights from the city.
My mind was buzzing over what I had just seen...... Martin is so gorgeous..... he's just perfect.... I thought.
He came out a few minutes later, I could already smell the deodorant he always wore, the scent as dreamy as he is.
He stood there, shirtless, and turned on another lamp beside the bed.
He looked at me, smiling, "Come sit on the bed."
I got up and moved over to the bed, sitting on the right side edge. He sat down beside me, moving back and looking smug.
I started to get even more nervous.
We looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh, it was easy for us to see the humor in how nervous we both were.
"This reminds me of Texas." he said, looking my face over again.
"You remember that?" I asked, trying not to grin like an idiot. I had hoped he remembered.
"Of course I remember that, we practically told each other our life stories that night." he grinned.
I turned sideways to face him, feeling a little more relaxed.
He started to do it again....... staring me in the eyes...... I felt like I could melt.
"Why are you doing that...." I asked, with a smile, looking down at the comforter on the bed.
He sat up and turned to face me, coming closer. "Doing what?" he asked softly.
The tone of his voice was so smooth... I felt myself shiver.
"Looking me in the eye like that...." I answered, still not looking at him.
He gently lifted my chin with his finger, and we came eye to eye.
"Cuz you're beautiful." he said, leaning in and kissing me.
He kissed me softly..... slowly rubbing his tongue against my bottom lip..... trying to make its way inside...
I slowly opened my mouth and he deepened his kiss. Putting his arms around me and leaning me back against the pillows.
We got lost in it, kissing furiously, I felt him throb...
He started making his way up my shirt... feeling the outline of my bra, and I started to tremble.
"Martin....." I softly moaned, as he started kissing my neck, his kisses making their way down my neck.
He came back to my mouth, moving his tongue over it.
My hips pushed into his, and he straddled me, trying not to put his full weight on me, but enough for me to feel him throbbing again.
Without even thinking, my hand moved down into his shorts.... touching him. He moaned, taking my hand and urging for me to rub harder.
His breathing became more rugged as I stroked him... and he talked softly in my ear.... begging me to keep going.... to keep touching him.
He started to pull off my shirt, and I got a quick hold of my senses.
"Oh..... wait...." I said, out of breath.
He stopped and looked at me, confused and also out of breath.
I didn't know what to do....... so I got up quickly,
"What are you doing?" he asked, holding my arm, not wanting me get up.
"I think I need to go.... I'm gonna go.." I said, almost crying.
"Wait, no, don't go." he said, as I quickly walked over to the door.
"Stop." he said, coming up behind me, taking my hand. "Why are you leaving?" he asked.
I couldn't face him, I stared at the lock on the door.
"I just need to go.... I'm sorry." I said, twisting the lock and opening the door.
"Wait, no, please don't, why are you doing this..." he said, holding my arm once again.
I looked at him with tears in my eyes, "This wasn't different.... was it." I answered.
His eyes got wide and sad, as he watched me walk back to my room.
I went back to my room, and tried to stop crying....
'What just happened?' I thought to myself.... 'Did I really just almost sleep with him?' 'I'm so stupid....'
The phone rang. I knew it was him...... I didn't pick it up. What could I say? I couldn't even make sense of it at the moment. Here I was, thinking he could feel the same way about me, when all he wanted was to get laid. How could I be so stupid?
The phone rang three more times, and I ignored it.
I went into the bathroom and cleaned my face.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
Of course I knew.
"Let me in.... please." he pleaded.
I just stood there for a moment, not moving.
"Please...." he said again.
I couldn't help it, I opened the door.
He stood there, in black jeans and a t-shirt with boots.
We looked at each other, both looking wounded.
"Can I come in?" he asked, I nodded.
I shut the door and turned to face him.
"I'm really sorry........ I moved too fast." he apologized.
"You shouldn't be sorry, it was my fault, I should have known better." I said, going over and sitting on the bed.
He sat down beside me. "What do you mean?"
"I've seen you do this.... with other girls, when I first came on the tour. You take them out, you sleep with them, and then you never see or speak to them again. I should have known that was going to happen." I answered.
Martin looked hurt and embarrassed. "When was the last time you remember me doing that, not including tonight?" he asked.
I shook my head, it had been awhile.
"Exactly.... I've been too focused on you to care about anything else." he said, looking me in the eye again.
"You really are, interested in me? For more than just that?" I asked, feeling my heart beat.
"Yes." he said, slowly smiling, wanting me to see and feel that he was serious.
He took my hand and kissed it softly. he rubbed it gently and we sat there, looking each other in the eye.
"This is different.... I promise." he said, leaning in and kissing me gently on the cheek.
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