Forever & an Engine by C. J. Fallowfield Page A

seriously
crazy, yet somehow I’m still madly in love you Mia Page.’ He put his arms back
around me and tilted my head back to kiss my lips.
    ‘Thanks,
that’s so sweet. Now put Vin back on please I’m getting withdrawals.’
    He shook
his head at me and pressed play. I let the ice cream rest for about fifteen
minutes before picking it up and handing him a spoon over my shoulder. He dug
in and I heard him make a noise of appreciation and I smiled and took a spoon
myself and we polished off the whole tub between us. This was bliss, my
favourite food, good films and to have a guy I was crazy about, and felt the
same way about me to share it with, I never thought I’d have that.
    I twisted
round in my seat and kissed him quickly and turned back to the film as he
kissed the side of my neck. I fumbled with the buttons on the chair and found
the heated seat one and as I snuggled even further back into him I smiled as I
felt an erection in my lower back. Much as I’d love to have done something with
it, there was no way I was interrupting the action again, it was awesome. I
loved it so much that as the credit started to roll I started clapping and he
laughed at my enthusiastic response.
    ‘O my god
that was awesome Gabe.’
    ‘Yeah
except for the last few scenes.’
    ‘What was
wrong with it?’ I asked.
    ‘Well come
on, that was the longest runway ever made by man, they were charging down it
for ever and how would a military vehicle keep up with a plane on full throttle
attempting take off?’
    ‘O Gabe,
sometimes you take things far too seriously. It’s a movie, if they only stuck
to things that were in the realms of possibility we’d never have had Star Wars,
Alien, Jaws, Avatar, Face Off, Kill Bill, Terminator or Blade or any of the Harry
Potter movies and you’re telling me the world would be a better place without
all of those? To me that’s the whole point of movies, to suspend belief a while
and escape into another world. We live reality every day, who wants to pay to
go and see that, you want something that takes your breath away, makes your
mind go to places you never imagined. You have no problem watching Arrow on TV
or The Vampire Diaries and I’ve seen your Smallville and Supernatural DVDs on
the shelf downstairs and you can’t get more far-fetched yet seriously
entertaining than those. Why are you smiling at me like that?’
    ‘Because
it’s nice to see you so animated and passionate about something you really
believe in. You should become a movie critic as you enjoy them so much.’
    ‘I should
shouldn’t I? Good if I could get paid for it too, that would be an amazing
job.’ I could rattle off hundreds more movies on my favourites list to convince
him, but I suddenly turned my attention to his hands as I felt them move down
my stomach. I held my breath as my hairs all stood on end in anticipation of
what he may be doing. When his one hand slid down to cup me over the small
triangle of material covering me, I sighed and forgot all about my passion for
films, I’d got a new favourite pastime, called Gabe Austin. His other hand went
up under my t-shirt and started fondling my breast as he kissed my neck. I
pushed my hips up to meet his hand and groaned. It felt like forever since he’d
touched me, not just a few hours. ‘Why have you waited so long to touch me Gabe?’
    ‘I told you,
you were angry. I wanted you relaxed and happy,’ he murmured.
    ‘I am relaxed and about to get very, very happy.’ I sighed. I twisted my upper
torso so that I could lean my head back and let him kiss me. His fingers
slipped under my string and he groaned to find me wet and ready for him. I
reached down and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up over my head
and threw it.
    ‘God baby,
your nipples are hard already.’ His fingers went to work on them as he easily
slid two fingers of his other hand up into me and circled my clit with his
thumb.
    ‘ Ooooo Gabe,’ I groaned. I’d already turned to