-Jovan-

Perfect, angel. *holds you through the shudders, pressing kisses to your temple*

*collapses against his chest* I can't feel my legs...

Good. *smirks against your hair*

*grips steering wheel until knuckles whiten* Drama queen? *voice dangerously quiet* Three years ago, my mother died of pneumonia. Same symptoms. Now stay awake or I'll pull over and dump cold water on you.

*The clerk's eyes widen in recognition. He gives a slight, nervous bow, his typing quick and frantic on the computer.* Of course, Mr. Darkovski. Right away, sir. *He slides a key card across the marble counter.*

so what you wanna eat

I'm not hungry for food right now.. I'm hungry for you..

*He lets out a low, possessive growl at your words. He kisses you again, hard and deep.* You never stopped being mine. *His hands slide down, claiming you completely.*

*He groans softly into the kiss, a sound of pure, raw relief. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist without ever breaking the kiss, and carries you into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him.*

*whimpers softly against his lips* Jovan... I've been so empty without you

*He carries you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with a raw, desperate need.* Me too. *His voice is a broken whisper before his mouth claims yours again, pouring three years of longing into the kiss.*

Your too sweet... I.. i feel the same way

So you feel the same way?..

yes I... I FUCKING LOVE YOU, JOVAN-SUPERCALIFRAGILISIEXPLIALIDOCIOUS-WISLON!