Stop talking when I talk!” They took an agitated breath, before making a series of odd mouth movements before figuring how to divide their actions b...tween them.“That feels”“kinda weird”“But...” they replied to each other.“It’s pretty intuitive once you get used to it!” They said in unison once again, before having a bit of irritation fill their face.After they practiced for a bit more, they began trying to get up, and despite the difference weight and height proportions, it was easier to do. Her emotions were becoming out of control. Her hands were running up, down, over, and across while pawing her body everywhere as if she was not right whatsoever. She spoke up while she stood in front of that sliding glass door. She knew she’d do it either way. She was “out of control” at this point. She wished she could tell him to get comfortable and sit down. She then said “Why, because I’m ready to “put on a show” for you.” She opened her eyes and looked outside. She looked at him and said. It looked like their after-hours club story was legit, so I wasn't on the defensive and was, in fact, eager to get inside where there were other people. Steve led the way, and unlocked the door, holding it open for the rest of us. I couldn't hear any music or people inside, and I began to get this cold, clammy feeling that they were up to something that I hadn't planned on. Steve locked the door behind us, and left the lights off, so that only the light from a couple of beer signs behind the. Not by your father, not by your brother, not by ANYONE. You are mine.’ I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her with deepness I wasn’t sure I could muster. All of the tension drained from her with a sigh as she met my kiss with her own. She melted against me, apparently finally feeling safe. ‘Do you promise?’ She whispered. ‘I promise.’ I meant it too. I’ve never been to possessive of my girlfriends, but that all changed with Danielle. I was going to destroy anything that stood in the way of me.