Can't Stop The World
#2 of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special!
Hello furballs, and welcome to Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! Christmas falls on a weekday this year, and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate and give the furry community something than with this; five stories, one new one each day. Yes, five smutty days of Christmas, delivered from me to you!
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, the 22nd, 23rd, 24th and 26th, are going to see the upload of a short story. The plot's a little thin if really there at all, but there's plenty of smutty goodness in store for readers of those stories! However, on Thursday, the 25th, Christmas day, there's a little something special planned. More smut for your buck, and probably one of the longest stories you'll see me upload to YS. A must read, if I dare toot my own horn!
Each story is titled after and/or inspired by one of my favourite songs (with lyrics and a link to it provided after the story), thus this being a Music-Themed special. Nope, none of these stories are really Christmas-y, but there's going to be plenty of reindeer sex and fun under the mistletoe uploaded from a lot of people. The gift doesn't have to reflect the season completely, after all! Or at least, I hope it doesn't; this could be a colossal failure of a project if it does.
So! On the second day of Christmas, what did Fae give to ye? Read on to find out!
- Ol' Saint Fae
Can't Stop The World
When you've lived with someone else for a considerable period of time, you start to forget what it feels like to come home to an empty house. Having that emptiness greet you after that length of time affects most people differently. Some people find it's darker than they remember, some people find their loneliness amplified by the silence, and some people are just unnerved in one form or another.
James wasn't quite sure what he felt as he closed the door to his apartment behind him. The casually dressed fox leaned against the door and sighed, unslinging a small, black back from his shoulder and tossing it across the room and onto a soft couch. For James, somehow knowing that the house was only empty temporarily only made it worse. The fox used to be accustomed to the silence. If he'd been left, he'd get used to it again.
The vulpine slipped off from the door with a sigh and flicked the lights on. It was a large apartment, spacious and well-furnished. The size of it only seemed to add to James's loneliness; all that space, and the fox was still alone. It was only going to be for another week or so, a week and a half at the most. It was still, to the vulpine, a complete pain in the ass.
He checked his watch with a sigh. It was only five forty-two, barely dark outside. The fox knew he'd feel better come seven, when his night could really start, but those seventy-eight minutes seemed to stretch out like an eternity ahead of James.
He kept himself busy of course; dinner needed to be tended and he needed to be showered and dressed more comfortably. If there was one thing that James valued above almost all else, it was comfort. There were a couple notable exceptions to that rule, but generally speaking the fox was most happy when he was dressed nicely, was relaxed, and at ease.
Comfortable as he was watching the clock tick inexorably closer to seven though, James's mind was burning with questions and queries. Occasionally his eyes would flick to the side, his ears twitching as the vulpine glanced at a small, completely un-special box sitting beside his computer. He'd been told, rather firmly, that he wasn't meant to open it until seven that night. He'd railed against the instruction, desperately wanting to know what was inside.
The tease of it had been enough to keep him from peeking, though. James just watched the box and the clock, both in equal measures as the digital display flicked to display 6:58pm.
It had been his mate's idea, of course. Rick, the cheetah James had been with for over five years, seemed to delight in tormenting the little fox with things like that. James never minded; he often enjoyed the tease as much as Rick did, if not more so.
A slight sigh escaped him as he thought of his feline mate. He and Rick had been living together for the better part of two years. For the most part, Rick did all of his work at home, from the computer in their apartment's study. Occasionally though the cheetah was required to head out on business, travelling far from home and far from James.
Those were the times that really hit the fox the hardest. He always came home to find Rick there and waiting for him. There was always a hug and a kiss at the door... sometimes a little more, if Rick felt more than a little pent up that day. Sometimes they went out, sometimes they had friends over, but they always spent their time mostly together. They were the only one of the few couples in their circle of friends who literally couldn't get enough of each other.
But then there were the times when Rick had to leave, when the cheetah simply couldn't conduct his business from home. If James was lucky, Rick would only be traveling for a weekend, or a day or two. If he was really lucky, it only required a few hours at the office. More often than not, the crises that Rick was needed to fix involved long trips interstate; that was the case with the cheetah's most recent trip. One time, Rick had even been flown overseas for a month. James hadn't minded that one too much, though; one of Rick's conditions had been that James accompany him.
James's stream of memories were broken as he heard the ringing of the phone. Blinking as he sat up, the fox glanced up quickly at the clock. It read seven exactly, and immediately he flicked his eyes to the box. A whimper escaped his lips before he sighed, and slipped over to the phone. "James Banks," he stated, his voice soft and quiet.
"Well, don't sound too happy, dear," returned a chiding voice on the other end of the line. The voice was rich and warm, and James could hear the smile in the other person's voice. "I mean, you're only getting a call from your favourite spottycat."
By the time the caller had gotten three words out of his mouth, James's lips had curled into a wide smile and the fox had leaned into the phone. "You're not actually here though, are you?" James countered with a chuckle, trying to control the urge to lean further into the phone.
On the other end of the line, he heard Rick chuckle. "True," he conceded, though there was no mistaking the feline's sly tone. "But if I was there, you and I would have no real need for that little box that's been bugging you for three days now, would we?"
The fox's attention suddenly snapped right back to the box, and holding the cordless headset to his head, James frowned and walked over to it. "It's not been bugging me that much," he protested as he stroked over the side with one finger. "I was about to open it when you called. I can still open it now, can't I?"
Again James heard the sound of Rick laughing, and the fox felt his chest warming a little just at the sound. "Oh, I suppose you can," agreed the cheetah. Rick laughed again as he almost immediately heard James start to tear into the box. "My... if I didn't know how eager you could get sometimes-"
The gasp that came from James's muzzle was enough to silence Rick, though the fox could imagine his mate with a wide, devious grin spread right across his muzzle. Beneath his cheekfur, the fox began to blush. "Sweetheart... what is...?"
"This is all for the fun we're going to have tonight, of course," Rick answered smoothly. "After all, I'm going to be gone for a week longer, and I knew you were going to miss me as much as I was going to miss you, so..." The cheetah trailed off, chuckling quietly once again.
James reached into the box delicately and took hold of the object sitting within. Lifting it up into the light of room he could see that his initial gasp had been well warranted; clutched tightly in his left paw was a good-sized dildo, coloured and shaped like the malehood of a particularly endowed canid. "Ah, yeah, that was the nicest they had," came the voice of his mate in his ear, his tone a little smug through smile that was no doubt plastered across his face.
The fox turned the toy over and over in his paw as his blush brightened. "I didn't know you were really much of one for phone sex, dearest," he said after a moment, still eyeing the toy. "This is... wow, this is nice..."
"Do you like it?" Rick asked quickly. "I know you've got a thing for knotty boys, after all. Also know you've got a couple of smaller, lesser quality toys for that sorta thing, but I figured for my purposes tonight, you needed something a little newer. Something bigger, and better." James couldn't help but shiver as he heard his mate emphasize 'bigger'.
It was certainly true. When it came to playing in the bedroom, James had always loved canids. Wolves, dogs, other foxes; all were great to him. He never really admitted it to anyone but Rick, but there was something about a canine shaft that just drove the little fox wild. Certainly a large part of that was the knot, but James simply loved every little detail, from tapered tip to swollen base.
Finally the fox drew his eyes from the toy, bigger than any in his little collection. "Sweety, you didn't have to do this for me," he managed, before his eyes were drawn back to the toy once again. Rick might not have been a canid, but that certainly wasn't something that James could hold against the gorgeous feline.
"But I wanted to," countered the cheetah, as James sat himself down on the couch, looking over the toy once again. "Besides," Rick continued, "It wasn't entirely selfless of me. I've got an ulterior motive, honey."
Despite himself, James couldn't help but blush brightly at the suggestion. "Well, I'm all ears," the fox answered, setting the toy down in his lap. A shiver wormed up his spine; he positively adored it when Rick did things like that. All the little plans and plots, sprung on the unsuspecting fox at the last moment... every time, James knew fun was ahead.
Across the phone line, Rick started to purr quietly. "That's a good fox," he churred. "Now, take your new toy with you; I want you to head into the study with it." Before James could say anything, Rick continued. "No honey, the door isn't locked. I know you don't go in there. I need you to tonight, though, so go on."
Grinning ear to ear, James instantly complied. He all but dashed to the door and pulled it open, stepping into the study and closing the door behind him. Before him two entire walls were covered in bookcases, and opposite the door itself sat Rick's desk. The computer atop it hummed quietly, the tower's lights flickering even while the monitor was switched off. "What now?" James asked.
"Now go to the computer, sit down, and turn the monitor on." James immediately complied with the instruction, giggling quietly to himself. Setting the toy down gently on the side of the immaculately kept desk, the little vulpine brushed aside Rick's leather desk chair, reached out and hit the monitor's power button.
The screen didn't show the cheetah's desktop, much like James had expected. Instead it showed a simple interface and a large, black area. "I don't understand," the fox said slowly, looking the screen over. "What is this?"
In his ear, James heard his mate chuckling again. "That is the company's video call program," Rick answered after a moment. "There's a copy of the same program on any computer we use for the business. And since we both have decent computers, good internet connections and nice webcams, it should be a smooth, seamless show."
All the little fox needed to hear was 'video call', and each piece of the puzzle fell into place. He knew exactly what his mate wanted now. "Oohhh, you naughty kitty," chided the fox lightly with a fresh giggle. "What do I need to do?"
Abruptly, the phone in James's paw went dead. Looking down with confusion at the handset, the vulpine gently set it down on the desk and looked up at the computer monitor once again. He didn't have to wait long, though; a few seconds later a small prompt showed up on the screen indicating an incoming video call. Eagerly, James hit the 'Accept' button.
After a moment the black area of the display flashed to bright white. James recoiled for a moment before watching the white settle down. He blushed as he looked over the image the computer displayed for him; the somewhat bare hotel room he could see in the background was all but lost as he looked at the centerpiece of the video. It was Rick, of course, the handsome cheetah sitting tall in a wooden chair and, shown from the waist up, unclothed.
The fox's mate said something, but no sound came from the computer. Still blushing, James reached around to the speakers beside the monitor and fiddled with the volume dials there. Eventually Rick's voice started to come through the speakers clearly. "I can't see or hear you, sweetheart," he was saying. "See if you can check the video and sound."
The cheetah's words kept repeating quietly, and even as James found the problems he found himself simply staring at the bare chest of his mate. Finally, after fiddling with the webcam on his end on and plugging the microphone back in, James sat back in the chair. "You got me now?" he asked tentatively.
Immediately, Rick's lips curled into a smile. "Oh, that I do, hon," he replied, leaning back in his chair. "And I'm so glad to see you... especially now that you've opened up that box. I suppose you know what we're gonna do now, don't you?"
Still blushing, James could only nod. His fingers instinctively reached for the toy still laying on the desk as he shifted in the chair. "Think I've got a pretty good idea, yeah," he replied with a quiet giggle, grasping the toy for a moment as he looked up his mate's image. "But I think I need to get out of these clothes, first."
The short nod and grin from Rick was all the encouragement James needed. He backed the chair up from the desk further and stood up in front of the camera. A quick glance at the smaller window at the bottom of the screen showed him clearly, and once the fox was certain he was fully in the webcam's frame, he started to sway his hips slowly from side to side.
James would be the first to admit that he was never the most graceful person on the planet, certainly not graceful for a vulpine. It didn't seem to bother him as his hands ran gradually up and over his body, his thumbs catching the base of his shirt and lifting it upwards. His body moving to an imagined beat, James gently tossed the shirt aside as he looked up into the camera. Tossing the feline behind that monitor a sultry wink, he started to let his fingertips play down and over his chest and belly once more.
His view of Rick on the monitor wasn't as clear as it had been when he was sitting in front of it, but there was no mistaking the grin on the cheetah's face. That grin only seemed to grow wider as James' paws reached his jeans, one paw dexterously unbuttoning the top while the other drew the zipper down, his body still swaying as he slipped those pants down slowly over his legs.
Glancing over his shoulder as he turned, James grinned at the image of his mate on the screen, watching the cheetah licking his lips. The little fox turned slowly and leaned forward, bending over before the camera as he lifted his tail up nice and slow. James grinned quietly to himself as he worked his jeans down lower, waggling his rump before the webcam.
The vulpine's legs slid apart further as he slowly straightened his back again, letting his paws drift up along his thighs as he turned back towards the screen. Delicate fingers traced and rubbed their way up towards his sheath, trailing up and over those heavily hanging orbs beneath it. He murred as he cast a sultry glance at the webcam, asking quietly, "And what would my kitty have me do now, mmm...?"
James watched as he saw one of Rick's paws slowly drifting down, rubbing low over his belly as he grinned. "Your kitty wants a nice, good look at that pretty piece of meat you still got hidden in your sheath," he replied, a purr tingeing his last words as he winked up at the fox from through the screen.
Blushing brighter under his fur as one of his ears flicked back, James nodded obediently. The tip of his malehood peeked out the top of his sheath, drawn out from the little strip show he'd just given his cheetah. It throbbed warmly as James lifted one of his fingers from stroking his sheath, letting it trail over that sensitive tip as a quiet groan slipped free of his muzzle.
As aware as he was of the webcam and video link of his mate before him, James did his best to put it out of his mind. Instead he focused on the warm tingling of his growing shaft against his fingers, the scent of his musk growing stronger in the study, the growing heat of his body. His heart began to beat faster as he closed his eyes, his other paw slipping down below his sheath to those orbs, squeezing them gently as he started to stroke along his length.
With his mate watching on, the vulpine curled his fingers around his malehood and gave it a tight little squeeze, moaning softly at the feel even as he blushed brighter. James had always been a vocal lover, unable to help himself from releasing little gasps and whimpers and moans throughout those particularly fun acts. Rick loved to hear those sounds as much as he loved to evoke them, and James never had any trouble giving the feline exactly what he wanted to hear.
A rumbling, purring murr issued forth from the fox's muzzle as he started to slowly work his paw up and down over his shaft, pumping lightly back and forth along that hot, sensitive flesh. His eyes opened slightly, glancing up at the webcam and monitor as he reluctantly let go of his length, exposing it for the cheetah as he whimpered softly.
James shivered as he watched Rick's eyes travel over his exposed body. The cheetah's gaze lingered on his shaft, throbbing warmly in the cool air of the study. Seconds passed as the feline looked James over, before finally nodding his approval as a little trickle of pre started to dribble down the length of that vulpine shaft. "That's a good foxie," Rick cooed, "Good boy... now; go to my desk again. Top drawer."
Still blushing, James nodded and slipped over to the desk as instructed. He dipped out of the webcam's view for a brief moment as he bent over to open the draw, but Rick could hear the soft giggle of the fox as he withdrew the little bottle of lube stashed there. "Oh my," murmured James as he glanced back up at the cam. "How long has this been here, mmm?"
Rick simply chuckled, one of his paws out of sight beneath the webcam's view. "For the last half week or so," he replied with a smirk. "I don't play around in my study, sweetheart; I play with you. But I'm here, you're there..." The cheetah gave James a sly wink. "I'll risk making a mess of my study if you're willing to make that mess for me."
Giggling quietly to himself, James took the bottle in one paw and snatched up the canine toy from the desk in the other. He settled down against Rick's chair and rolled it back up towards the desk, grinning up at the webcam as he started to slicken up that toy. Beneath the desk his malehood pulsed with eagerness as the fox's thoughts turned to what was about to happen, and the blushing of his cheeks grew brighter still as a short burst of pre coaxed by those thoughts struck the underside of the desk.
With the canine toy well coated and the bottle set back on the desk, James pushed the chair slowly back and away again. Chewing on his lower lip idly, the fox pulled his legs up under him and onto the chair as he lifted himself up, one paw gently guiding the canine toy down and under him.
The cheetah across the screen shook his head though, stopping the fox. "No, no," he insisted, smirking as he leaned back. For the first time James could see below Rick's waist on the screen, to see the lower half of his mate as naked as the upper half, and to see the feline's paw wrapped tightly around his malehood. "Not like that, honey... I wanna be able to see you pumping that toy into you. I wanna see you take every last inch of it for me."
The words and sultry tone in the cheetah's voice was more than enough to draw a little whimper-moan from James' lips. His cheeks flushed brightly beneath his fur as an idea came to him. Carefully, James started to turn around in the chair, facing over the back of the headrest. He pushed his rump out slightly, waggling it for the camera as he grinned, glancing back over his shoulder. "Like this?" he asked, spreading his legs as wide as the chair's armrests would allow.
Rick only nodded, and James could have sworn he saw the cheetah shivering on the other end of the video call. "Mmm, just like that, hon," he purred. As if to emphasize his words, Rick's paw started to pump up and down along his shaft as he nodded to the fox. "Go on, sweetheart... show me what you can take."
At that invitation, James was only far too happy to comply. He quickly brought the toy up behind him, pausing a moment to let Rick get a good sense of its size in comparison to his body. The fox shivered softly as he grinned back over his shoulder, watching his mate's paw working over his shaft.
He let the tip of that long toy trace down the cleft of his backside, murring quietly to himself as he found himself pushing back down eagerly against that smooth malehood behind him. Taking a deep breath as he touched the tip of the toy up against his entrance, James started to slowly push himself back down and onto it.
It was slow going, but every moment he felt his muscles loosening up to let that girth inside him sent a little spark of pleasure racing up his spine. James never relented; the fox held his toy steady and ground his hips back down against it, working his tailring until that tapered, canine tip started to push up and inside him.
As he relaxed to better take that length into himself, James gasped. His inner muscles squeezed down around the toy as he pushed himself down harder than he'd intended onto it. The fox shivered as his head hung down over the back of the chair, his legs twitching as he felt that thick length stretching his inner muscles out around it. He'd had nothing back there since the night before Rick left on his trip, and James could certainly feel the sting of that stretch as the toy opened him up.
Still, the vulpine was not deterred. With half the toy's length buried in him he started to draw it back and forth slowly, making short and shallow thrusts up inside his body. The sting of being stretched out after going without for a while hummed at the back of James' mind, but the naughtiness of the show he was putting on for his mate coupled with the feel of that canid length pushing deep into his upturned backside worked to rapidly turn the pain and discomfort he felt into pleasure.
His paw started to work that toy in deeper and faster, his hips twitching back into it, bucking eagerly in an effort to gorge himself on that deliciously thick length. Gasps and whimpers and moans flowed in a stream from his lips as he worked his body against an imaginary canine behind him. The webcam flew from James' awareness as he bucked back against that toy, feeling its knot pressing up against his entrance with every firm thrust backwards.
Delicious, lewd thoughts filled the fox's head as he squeezed down around that shaft as he pumped it harder and harder up into his eager body. In his mind at least was a taller, stronger fox, his arms wrapped tight around James as he eagerly bred the smaller vulpine. James moans doubled in volume as he mashed that slick, fat knot against his backside. He wanted it, but he wanted to wait. Wanted to enjoy the feelings for longer.
The bigger fox in his mind had other ideas. As James whimpered and moaned and squirmed on that shaft pumping him faster and faster, the fox in his mind was holding him tighter, pulling James down into his lap with each thrust up into his smaller body. He wanted to knot James. He wanted to lock his knot up inside the smaller fox, he wanted to tie his bitch. He wanted to spill his seed nice and deep. And James desperately wanted him to do it, all while his mate looked on.
His eyes squeezed shut as he fought the urge to grasp his own malehood, bobbing down beneath him. Droplets of pre dribbled from his tip and stained the seat of the chair, while clenches of his inner muscles around the shaft insistently breeding his rump sent his malehood throbbing and spraying short bursts of pre over the leather backrest. One of his paws clutched the back of the chair tightly as he gasped, yipping quietly while his other paw pushed the toy in harder, deeper, straining to pop that wide knot inside his tight body.
James knew he couldn't last too long like that. He knew that he needed that knot, he knew that he needed to feel himself tied and locked in place. The fox's body shuddered as he moaned louder still, unashamedly vocalizing his love for his position. His cheeks no longer blushed; there was no shame or embarrassment for him as he pushed himself harder down against that toy. There was nothing for him to feel bad about, as he felt that thick knot grinding against his stretching, straining tailring. There was only pleasure, building up in waves deep inside him, flames of need and desire that were only being inflamed by the girthy shaft pounding his innermost depths.
The vulpine felt those waves cresting over him as he ceased his thrusting, his breaths coming in short and sharp pants, his paw pushing that knot firmly up against his entrance. He pushed it harder, James' whole body shaking as he felt his tight tailring resist the girth of the knot, but still he could not be stopped. He pushed and pushed, relaxed himself as much as he was able, his whole body tingling-
Crying out in pleasure, the fox shook as he felt that knot finally push up and inside him. His whole body jerked as that girth plugged him up, locked that canine shaft deep inside him, tied him tightly. Immediately James released the base of the toy and grasped his malehood, squeezing it tightly as his fingers worked desperately back and forth over his sensitive flesh. His whole body tensed, every muscle tightening as the assault of sensation coursing through him all but blanked his mind in white static.
That static exploded as his climax slammed into him, rolling over his body and washing him away in a sea of pleasure. James howled out loud as the first pulses of his seed launched from his tip, his inner muscles twitching and jerking around the deeply embedded toy. The vulpine's fingers shook as he worked them along his malehood, fanning the flames of his pleasure as he soaked the leather of the chair with shot after shot of his fluids. The room faded away from his awareness; all that existed was the spurting of his malehood and the throbbing of his rump around that hilted and knotted canine shaft.
When finally he came down from his climax and the world around him started to fade back into James' awareness, the fox slumped down over the back of the chair and panted heavily. He closed his eyes and groaned between his breaths, a dumb smile of content spreading across his lips. "Mmrrrf... h-how was that?" he asked breathily, slowly glancing back over his shoulder to look for his mate. His inner muscles relaxed around the tied length buried in him, but James knew it would be a while and some effort before he could bring himself to remove the toy from his rump.
Even pushed away from the computer monitor as he was, there was no mistaking the state of the cheetah on the other end of the line. His chest was heaving as he panted for breath, and James could see the splatters of white soaking into his fur that marked his mate's climax. "Mmm, that good, hmm?"
Rick nodded vigorously as he grinned, swiping a finger lazily through the pooling fluids soaking into his belly before licking the finger clean with a quiet purr. "Mmmhmmm," he replied as his grin widened. "Very good boy, sweetheart... very good boy." The feline smirked as he leaned forward slowly, still panting for breath. "But you got my chair all messy... naughty fox."
Blushing brightly once again as he glanced down at the sticky, white mess pooling on the chair, James turned back to Rick and shrugged. "I couldn't help it," he answered quickly, one of his ears laying back even as he grinned sheepishly.
But the cheetah merely shrugged and smiled as he reclined in his chair again. "It's okay, honey," he replied, nodding slowly. "Just give it a wipe down with a warm cloth in a second." The feline's smile suddenly seemed to turn evil. "Do me a favour, though, and run a program on the desktop of the computer for me. A-C-T-V.exe, it should be."
Still all but glowing from the intensity of his climax, James simply nodded and rolled the chair back towards the desk. With the canine shaft still buried within and tied to his rump, the fox minimized the video call program and found the icon his mate had specified. With a quick doubleclick, he ran the program.
He felt the effect even before the prompt came up on the screen, and James gasped out a whimpering-murr. Deep inside him, he felt the full length of the toy starting to vibrate hard, sparking his insides with fresh pleasure even in the wake of the draining orgasm he'd felt only a minute or two earlier. "R-rick...?"
Even with the video minimized, he could imagine the cheetah's grin from the laughter that he heard from the speakers. "Just a little something to keep you busy while you clean my chair," he replied, his breathing equalizing as he laughed once again. "Just to keep things interesting. I'll have you turn it off when I'm ready, so don't worry."
James whimpered as he glanced up at the little window and prompt that had appeared on the monitor as the toy hummed and vibrated and squirmed inside him, teasing his spent shaft back to full hardness once again. In the glow of the monitor, the words almost felt like a bigger tease than the shivering malehood thrumming inside him, and he whimpered once again.
Wireless connection established. Vibration feature activated.
Enter deactivation password: _________________________
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Can't Stop The World Lyrics
How far will you go?
How deep is your love?
Your body's bruised and on fire
Can't stop the world
Can't stop desire
I can't turn around
And I can't turn around
Some days I can see the future
Some days you seem so far
I don't know what I was thinking
I've been gone too long
I've been gone too long
Don't fall to pieces
Don't give up or give down
Keep your eyes on the road
Can't stop the world
Can't stop the phones
And I can't turn around
And I can't turn around
Some days I can see the future
Some days you seem so far
I don't know what I was thinking
I've been gone too long
Some days I can see the future
Some days you seem so far
I don't know what I was thinking
I've been gone too long
I've been gone...
The strange life
So random yeah
It's only you
I understand
What can I do to get to you?
(ohhhhhhhh)
What can I do to get to you?
How far will you go?
How deep is your love?
Your body's bruised and on fire
Can't stop the world
Can't stop desire
Some days I can see the future
Some days you seem so far
I don't know what I was thinking
I've been gone too long
Some days I can see the future
Some days you seem so far
I don't know what I was thinking
I've been gone too long
I've been gone too long
I don't know what... what...
I've been gone too long
And there you have it; the second story of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special! Please leave some comments down below (including the obligatory "I Came!" if you did so!), to let me know how you liked it! Give it a rating, a fav, anything! And don't forget; there's still so much more to come!
Take care, furballs, and tune in on the 24th for the next story!