I only really joined the band to make music, and now, I’m being held captive by a bastard bass player in an underwater submarine, being attacked by sodding pirates who are trying to take over this rotten piece of broken plastic in the ocean that Gorillaz call “home”. All this, just to make a video.
Authors’ Note: Happy Sunday, sensational readers!!! Hope that everyone had a wonderful weekend and that you enjoyed last night’s trip back in time with Rafael and Natalia!!! In keeping with that theme, join our two lovebirds again way back when. Specifically, it’s the morning after their first… well you know!!! And for anyone that’s interested, here’s two more blasts from the past, the big date leading up to the big night!!!@vintagemichelle91 and I hope that you enjoy!!!
Rafael woke first. Not to
sunlight pouring through his window but rather to the sound of a gentle rain
smattering against the glass. Blinking hard for a few seconds, wondering where
the fading vanilla scent came from, his eye caught the half-empty pizza box,
and recollection slammed his senses at full force. He twisted quickly in the
sheets to find Natalia still slumbering at his side, her honey-colored hair
spilling over her silky shoulders, and the corners of her pale pink lips curled
into the faintest of smiles. Not wanting to rouse her, content to simply
watch her sleep, he remembered touching her skin, the way her tongue tasted when
mingled with his… the overwhelming sensation of expanding inside her until his
body calmed and he did not, would not
relinquish how it felt to be a part of her. He had watched her sleep then
before chasing her into dreams, and he was careful now so as not to break the
spell… even as he could not resist the urge to brush a few strands of fallen
hair from her rosy cheeks.
Damn! So much for keeping his fingers feather light. She
started to stir, and Rafael inched back to his pillow, caught between wanting
to hear her sweet voice and simply admire her sleeping form.
But neither choice had anything on her eyes, her long
lashes fluttering to reveal the light brown orbs so lovely. Holding his breath,
he watched her face mirror his own most recent feelings, taking several seconds to
understand her surroundings. She never flinched or scrunched her nose in
confusion; she only focused on his stare, and he slowly saw her grin grow until
she reached for his face.
“Good morning, counselor,” she said, her smile
intensifying with each syllable uttered. Rafael took her hand in his and let
his own smile dot the tips of her fine nails, never leaving her eyes as he
finally eased her to his chest.