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Gitane, it’s a such beautiful chapter. Angie is a such beautiful woman. Can’t wait your next one.

Gitane, this was so sweet. Thank you.

gitane-~~~~~Awww That was soooooo sweet!! Love the new chapter(and yes it is about time for them to get on wit it ;))! I had no idea you posted sunday! I check here every day i guess i missed that day. Oh well, i have a lesser wait for the next chapter! =)Love Ya Girl!

this is a work of fiction based completely on my perverted imagination, for the enjoyment of BAMZS fans, the irking of fanistons, and dedicated to Original jpf and all my fellow freaks…Laying Down Part VIIITurn your lights down lowAnd pull your window curtains Oh let Jah moon come shining in–Into our life again…Brad sang and swayed along with Bob Marley as he dressed for his rendezvous with Angelina. He closed his eyes and imagined her in his arms as he spun around with a flourish. Just a few finishing touches to his appearance and he would make his way across the Alfajiri resort to her villa, and for the first time he would make love to her and make her bed his. I want to give you some loveI want to give you some good good lovin’Oh I, Oh I, Oh I Brad continued to sing as he danced in front of the full length mirror. He stopped for a moment to check his reflection. He couldn’t help but notice the light in his blue eyes. He had not been this excited or felt this alive in years. Angelina had rejuvenated him, revived his passion for living and put a face and body to his hopes for the future. Her spirit had infected and inspired him. Brad felt her presence in the room. He could almost smell and taste her. His mind was full of her and if it weren’t for the distraction of Mr. Marley and getting dressed, he would have had a difficult time zipping his faded jeans over a fully formed erection. Turn your lights down lowNever try to resist, oh no!Oh let my love come tumbling inInto our life again…Finally, the longing looks, furtive touches and blood-flaming kisses would meet their glorious conclusion. No more holding back. No more pulling away. They had both been more than patient. Tonight their restraint would be rewarded. He felt like a teenager getting ready for his first date with the girl of his dreams. Idly he wondered if Angelina was as excited as he was at this moment.*************Angelina stood on the veranda of her Garden villa looking out at the bright moon hovering over the Indian Ocean. She’d just stepped out of the bath and put on a fluffy white robe when the last fire of the beautiful Kenyan sunset caught her attention and drew her outside to watch day turn to night. The roar of the ocean sang to her and soothed a surprising attack of nervous jitters. She had never been this anxious about a new lover before. But neither had she ever waited so long to be with a man she wanted as badly as Brad. She’d wanted to celebrate and consummate their relationship on the day the divorce petition was filed, but Brad had surprised her with his old-fashioned streak and requested they wait, learn each other, talk and just date for a while. Considering that sex had entered his last relationship hastily, Angelina agreed and they spent their time together sharing secrets and making plans.They cultivated little pleasures between them. Making each other laugh, challenging each other, sharing the things they’d learned from life, discussing the world and their places in it. And in between the talks and games they kissed and touched like horny teenagers not quite ready to go all the way. Angelina smiled as she remembered being caught making out backstage at the ShoWest Convention by Courtney Cox’s personal assistant. She shook her head as she remembered Brad’s deep blush and how he couldn’t look at her for the rest of the event without a devilish grin crossing his face. That was a month ago. There was no one to interrupt them tonight. Maddox was with Holly. Mickey had the night off. Tonight Angie and Brad wouldn’t stop with a kiss. Tonight they would have all of each other. Her heart beat faster as she thought of all the ways she wanted to satisfy him.After deciding against wearing her ********** costume from Mr. & Mrs. Smith, Angelina dressed in a curve-hugging black dress that stopped above her knees. She left her hair loose and flowing over her shoulders. She laughed at herself as she studied her reflection in the mirror. She’d never spent more time and care getting dressed. What amused her most was the delicious hope that she wouldn’t be wearing this dress for long once Brad arrived.His knock on the door reverberated throughout the villa and Angelina’s body. She took a deep breath, licked her lips and went to let him in. As she opened the door, she was immediately swept into Brad’s embrace. He swayed and rocked with her in his arms as he sang, "I want to give you some love. I want to give you some good good lovin’" They danced away from the door as Brad kicked it closed, and into the ornately decorated common room. Brad twirled and spun her around, the lyrics of the song pouring seductively from his lips and entwining themselves about her. "Ooh, I love ya. And I want you to know right now…"Angelina lost herself in the moment. Brad’s voice, the words of their favorite song, their bodies swaying together effortlessly. She inhaled deeply. He smelled like trees and freshly ground spices."Oh let my love, oh let my love come tumbling in…"Brad buried his face in Angelina’s neck. She was so soft in his arms and she smelled like ripe berries. He stopped his singing long enough to nibble her neck, enjoying the taste of her skin and the sound of her throaty giggle in his ear. Brad lifted his head and spun her out away from him. When she whirled back into his arms, he crushed her even close to him, molding her curves against his body. As they continued to dance, he caressed her shoulders, her back, and her bottom with firm hands, drawing her tighter and tighter against him."You’re not wearing underwear," he whispered in her ear as his hands swept beneath her dress and fondled her bare bottom."I didn’t see a need," she whispered back.Brad chuckled wickedly. "Neither did I," he confessed. He spun her once more and when she stopped, he deftly lifted her dress over her head and let it drop to the floor. Before she could register the moist air on her skin, she was back in his arms, her body pressed to his once again, her mouth being invaded by his penetrating kiss.Angelina’s head was swimming and her knees were buckling as his tongue danced rhythmically against hers. She moaned into his mouth as fierce sexual heat rose from her already overheated core and flushed the rest of her body. Singing and dancing were quickly forgotten as Brad deepened the kiss and his hands roamed freely over her exposed flesh. All of her nerve endings stood at attention, each of them begging for his slightest touch. Angelina tried to move even closer to him, wrap herself around him, guide his hands, but Brad broke their kiss abruptly and turned her so that her back was against him. She felt the impressive insistence of his erection at the small of her back and marveled at the seductive pressure of his touch as he explored her breasts and belly. Her head fell back against his shoulder as Brad delved a large, hot finger between the slick lips of her already swollen womanhood. She writhed against him, moaning and panting as his finger slipped rhythmically, mercilessly over her sensitive flesh. She climaxed with a strangled cry, her head swinging forward as her body pitched with the force of sensation. Brad’s arm around her middle kept her from crumbling to the floor as the spasms rocked her and before she could catch her breath, he carried her to the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.Dazed, Angelina watched as Brad undressed for her, framed by the gauzy white mosquito netting draped over the posts and canopy of the bed. The muscles of his chiseled body pulled and jumped bewitchingly as he lifted his shirt over his head and let it fall to the floor. He turned his back to her so that she could thoroughly peruse the sculpted mound of his ass as he removed his jeans. Angelina knelt on the edge of the bed and filled her hands with his solid flesh before playfully biting him on the bottom."Later for that!" Brad growled as he turned to face her. Angelina’s eyes widened and rounded like saucers as his thick, long erection saluted her. Mesmerized, she lifted a hand to touch it, but had her breath knocked from her as Brad’s body brought her down and crushed her into the mattress.His hands were everywhere, hot, smooth and rhythmic over her body, coaxing moans and cries from her as he caressed areas she hadn’t known were sensitive. His lips and tongue licked, nipped and kissed their way from her lips to her neck, to her collarbone and finally to her breasts. With a steamy mouth and feathery tongue he teased her left nipped and then the right, leaving a wet trail in the valley between her breasts as his head migrated.Angelina was lost. In the back of her mind she knew she should be doing more to please him, but Brad’s assault on her senses was relentless and unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Each time she made a move to touch him, tease him or overpower him, he would trap her hands, pin her down and render her immobile. He made her understand through his touch that tonight she would do his bidding and move only when he allowed it.Brad continued to trail kisses across Angelina’s belly. He stopped for a moment to admire the large tattoo cover her abdomen before he dipped his head again and outlined the patter of this cross with his tongue. He took hold of her hips and positioned her bottom on the edge of the bed as his swirling, torturing tongue made its way between her legs.Smoothly he lifted her hips, forcing her open for him. He buried his face between her thighs and began devouring her like a man starved too long. His tongue swirled, dived and probed mercilessly provoking more moist heat from her already molten core and forcing strangled cries of pleasure from her throat. Angelina’s head thrashed wildly, her hands clutched frantically at the multi-colored duvet as Brad continued to devastate her with his mouth. Unable to stop what was coming she clenched her thighs around his head and screamed her ****** to the ceiling.The cry hadn’t died on her lips before Brad was on top of her again, kissing her with her own essence still on his lips. His hips settled between her thighs, his erection massaging the thick, swollen lips he’d just tasted. Angelina opened wider for him, eager to finally have the pleasure of this thick, heavy flesh inside of her and bring him to his own climax.Brad obliged slowly, torturously teasing her with just the tip of his shaft and then withdrawing. When she tried to force him deeper, he pinned her again with one arm across her belly and the other across her shoulders. When she relaxed and accepted his rule, he moved his hands to her hips, lifted them and filled her completely with one thrust.Angelina didn’t know whether to sigh or cry with how good he felt inside of her. She’d never been so full. It was as if he were the key made specifically to unlock and release all of her desire, every pleasure she could ever imagine. The rhythm of this thrusts made music with her body, their mingled grunts and cries punctuating the notes she heard in her head. He seemed to get longer with each withdrawal and deeper with every thrust. Her body rocked and bounced with the force of his driving penetration, stoking every moist, sensitive nerve inside of her until the damn of pleasure burst and flooded her with nerve exploding sensation. A primal scream ripped from her throat and as each wave subsided another, more intense washed over her evoking scream after orgasmic scream. As Brad continued to ride expertly between her thighs, Angie’s ecstatic screaming continued to fill the room and the night.Lost in the throes of Brad’s skillful command of her body, Angelina vaguely recognized when he took his own release. She felt his body spasm and the pressure of his weight on top of her as he pitched forward and grunted his satisfaction into her hair.The sound of knocking and concerned shouts of her name came to her from a distance. She felt the chill of the air as Brad left her and ran to the door of the villa, tugging his jeans on as he answered the guards on the outside. Angelina sat up slowly in the bed, pleasure still coursing through her, not comprehending what was going on. In a haze, she overheard bits of Brad’s conversation…no problem…everything’s fine… She attempted to slip from the bed to investigate, but before her feet touched the floor, Brad was back in the bedroom towering over her."What’s happening?" she asked, her head still in an orgasmic fog."Nothing sweetheart. You just got a little too loud for the neighbors, that’s all."Angelina blushed. Brad took hold of her chin and lifted her face so she could look into his eyes. "Don’t think about it. Nobody else matters right now." He shimmied out of his loosely fastened jeans. "I’ve given you a little taste of what I can do," he said as he directed her gaze to his rapidly renewing erection, "now, let’s see what you’ve got."Angelina smiled wickedly and licked her lips, her cat-like eyes glimmering greedily as she pounced on Brad and knocked him to the floor.there’s another chapter coming, so sue me!…..

That was blazingly hot & sexy!! Will Angie use any shackles on brad?? lol sorry, that sexy back song is stuck on my head and I can’t forget the shackles part. Thank u very much Ms. Gitane =D

**fanning self** That was HOT! And now it’s AGNIE’s turn!! O.O I’m not sure I’ll survive this!!Thank you Gitane

Gitane, I am getting ready for a cook out, NOW I need a frggin cold shower. Geez, lady have some heart :)))) I loved it …..

My GOD gitane…..you are AMAZING!! That was delicious and just beyond H-H-H-HOT…but most of all, I can see Brad & Angie waiting also — there were obstacles in their way -big ugly mannish looking obstacles. muahahahaha. Thanks again gitane! :-) As always….MORE!

Gitane, you did it again. H.O.T!!! Like Missouri Fan, I was taking a gardening break and WHAM, now I need a cold shower. Ms. Gitane, you’re AWESOME! Thanks! Breathlessly awaiting Angie’s turn.

# 633 | gitane Holy ****, Gitane! Woo…I had to turn the fan on! The AC just wasn’t enough!

Holy cow, banana nut bread…talked about hot sexy chapter….I need a cold shower, if that would help, geez…you are good, what a delicious chapter….and I’m glad that you lied….another chapter please.

In honor of Brad’s latest ‘tat,’ here’s a little shorty fic I wrote tonight — I have no idea what it means, or what the origins are - this is purely fictionalized, however, if we ever find out that the tat has even a mere semblance of what I’ve described here, I am quitting my job, and getting my own ‘Psychic Friends,’ TV gig - LOLOL…anyhoo..enjoy!___________BRAD GETS A NEW TATTOOAngie laughed devilishly, straddling his prone form and holding his newly tatooed arm over his head, carefully she peeled the gauze back and studied Brad’s new tattoo, the excitement and glee in her eyes made the willing captive grin even wider and more indulgently at her. Oh yeah, his baby loved her some ink. "Oooh honey, it’s beautiful," she said, laying across his hard chest and gazing up at the ancient script across his forearm, "did it hurt?""Hurt?! What kind of a ***** do you take me for?" Brad grumbled pretending offense, then a half-second later without missing a beat, "yeah, it hurt," he admitted. Angie’s whole body shook with laughter. Brad waited, his hand stroking her long silky hair, waiting for the inevitable…."Soooo….?" The sexy impervious brows went skywards, she was waiting too…."What?" Brad said huskily.Angelina nipped his bicep delicately -"Ow! Angie,stop!" he laughed."Come on, what’s it mean?! Tell me!" She demanded."It’s my social security number in sanskrit, I’m always forgetting the ****** - so I fig–AHH!!" Brad, almost squealed as she poked his navel with her finger. He flipped her onto her back, laughing in her face."Come on Brad, I’m not kidding….tell me," She pouted.He couldn’t resist those lips, or the times when she got all soft and sweet under him, he bent down, his mouth open and slack ready to taste her. Angie at the last, now beginning to pant with excitement, reluctantly turned her head, "Wait, tell me - hurry…""Not yet…baby, come on -" Brad dipped low again,nuzzling her neck, grasping her heart shaped chin, and putting her mouth on his, he devoured her, feeling he shuddering form underneath him, her tongue lightly lashing inside his mouth, made him voracious. He made to grasp her slender wrists…place them above her head, holding her immobile, and before he knew what had happened…Angie was on her feet walking like liquid out of the room…."Angelina!" Brad said sternly, his voice made sharper by the painful ache gone unassuaged, "What are you doing - get back here!"Mistake."I can’t believe you won’t tell me," Angelina said over her shoulder, a catch in her voice."Honey….." Brad was instantly contrite.Great. Their first real fight. He looked at his tattoo, then smiled - she wouldn’t be mad for long. ‘MekonnenBerhaneFiqir’ Amhartic. It was the language of Ethiopia, of his first daughter’s birthplace, spoken since the 14th century, the origins of it were cushitic - he was told, which place it in the tombs and pyramids and walls of Ancient Egypt. No wonder Zahara appeared so regal at times, he chuckled softly. It has been woven into all things biblical, into songs sung on the nile river thousands of years ago, to those sung in Jamaica, and in his beloved reggae today. He’d tell his daughter one day, that only such a sacred language could describe the overwhelming love he had for her beautiful Mother. My Angel, My Light, My Love She padded softly back into the room, prepared to give him the cold shoulder. Then gave a self-deprecating chuckle as that was purely a lost cause. It just wasn’t in her. There was too much fire coursing through her veins and too much love swelling her heart for this man. She didn’t play certain silly games. She stood by the bed looking down at him, her eyes wide and large in her face…..Brad clasped Angelina’s hand, and pulled her into bed, gathering her close, she curled up into him, her head on his heart. "Okay, I have a story to tell you….why I chose what I did….you ready….?"Her head nodding, she cuddled closer….Brad smiled, he couldn’t see her eyes, her face, but he felt her eagerness, her quick mind, her heart racing…he knew her expression at that moment - he could see it….he knew her…sometimes it seemed as if he had always known her….He kissed the top of her head and continued…..___________________THE END.