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They floated up the building like fairies being summoned to the heavens. An immense aura of aching heat emanated from his cage. Every time she spotted his gaze, it was revived within her and she would want to touch him. He did nothing but gaze at her.
The doors swung open and she stepped out backwards, facing him, then turned to face the hall and proceeded to their room. He obediently followed her. As he reached the door that she was busily unlocking he leaned forward to inhale the smell of her hair, catching the slight sound of her frustrated breath, dousing him in her femininity.
As she heard the door click she turned and rested her back on it, refilling on his eyes. He provided them, and with her heart rejuvenated she twisted the handle, opening the door. He followed her, stalking her like a symbiotic predator.
The door swung shut blackening the room. As their pupils began to dilate they stared at their silhouettes saying nothing. He could feel his heart beating, and she could feel hers. Both their mouths ajar, they inhaled ever so slowly, taking in the moment.
He felt his fists clench as she came into focus, her head, the strings of her hair, her nose pointed at him, and her eyes through lashes in the moonlight. He proceeded to her, and stood in front of her. She stared at him as he examined her face. Magnetically, his hands wove themselves around her body as he leaned his head down, kissing her salty neck, taking a deep breath in, then blowing heated air onto her bare skin, like an invisible mist, traveling along her curves and down her shirt.
She closed her eyes and simply stood there, being embraced.
He turned his head to whisper in her ear. "Do you love me?"
She silently nodded, holding him tightly.
"Do you own me?" He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against her cheek.
"You're mine." she whispered.
"Say it again."
She paused for a moment.
"You're mine... You're mine. You're Mine." she said, each time sounding more sure than before. "I own you. I own your body. I own your heart."
He picked her up and took her to the bed, her legs on either side of him, clinging to him like a child. He sat down, still holding her, resting his head on her neck, closing his eyes.
They stayed in that position for an endless amount of time, exchanging some unworldly communication.
He leaned back and looked at her once more, tilting his head to the side, smiling at her compassionately. "I want you to do something."
She nodded.
He reached into the nightstand and pulled out an object that reflected the moonlight. She looked down at it, turning her head to face it before letting go of him with her eyes.
He looked at her again as she stared at it.
"This is what I used before."
She stared at it then back at him. He looked down and handed it to her. As she took it in her hand, she examined it. Seemingly not interested in the object itself, but what it represented.
He leaned forward, avoiding the object and kissed her smooth neck once more, burying his head as he reached to his arm and pulled the sleeve back, revealing his bare flesh.
She looked at the object, then intently at his flesh and pressed it gently against him. The skin bent around the blade and the tiny hairs quivered. She could feel the elastic nature of his skin move in tune with the object, not wanting to be breeched.
She felt his warm breath in the crevice of her neck and leaned her head against his, closing her eyes.
"I can't do this..." she mumbled. "I can't hurt you."
"It's your skin." he whispered back.
She ran her thumb gently along the blade and felt its acute sharpness. She opened her eyes and focused on his skin. She stared at it, feeling it with her finger. She pulled at a tiny hair and stretched it, then let it normalize. She placed the blade once more against his skin and stared at it as she pressed down. She could tell exactly when it would hurt.
His beautiful skin in the night looked perfect and untainted, his hairs curved in rows lining his skin. She ran her finger along them, forcing them down one by one as they jolted back up. She could hear his heart pumping blood under his skin as he released himself to her.
"It used to make you feel alive, didn't it..." she asked.
He nodded with his eyes closed, reminiscing reflectively at those numbed moments of darkness.
She ran her hand along the back of his head and moved his face in front of hers. She stared into his eyes and leaned forward kissing him gently. He pressed his soft lips against hers, staring back. They paused like that, talking to each other silently, acknowledging the moment with their united gaze.
As she pressed the blade in and began dividing the skin, she felt his lips tense up and his eyes widen, staring in sudden agony directly at her. Pulling the cold blade along his skin forcing the wound wider caused him to close his eyes tight shut as tiny drops of pain formed. She pressed her lips against his solid ones, also shutting her eyes, feeling faint.
She could feel the alien object inside his skin, the cold metal bringing a dead and foreign sensation inside him. She knew the moment after he was able to truly encapsulate the initial pain he was in was the worst, for he then realized how much it hurt, and feared the pain to come. It was like an unreal moment, where everything outside of the wound didn't exist, and every other sense they had was deafened by the piercing pain he was in. Everything was focused at that moment, as his rigid muscles reacted to such a horrific sensation. There was nothing except that feeling.
All at once she flung the knife away and collapsed on him, closing his wound shut with her hands, kissing the top of her hands, crying. He laid there, staring at the ceiling, his eyes watered, motionless. She frantically made sure his cut was covered as she kissed his perfect skin over and over.
He sensed his raging heartbeat relax as he felt her kisses all over his arm. Slowly, the spaces between pumps widened and he was breathing again, inhaling oxygen, creating blood. He looked like a heroin addict who just had a hit, or a man who just orgasmed, for he reflected on the intense sensation he just felt and was frozen in place with the aftershocks.
"I'm okay..." he muttered, distracted by some epiphany.
She moved her head close to his, still holding his arm tightly, burying her face by his head, sobbing.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered weakly.
He kept staring at the ceiling and took a deep, surprisingly calm and peaceful breath. As he exhaled, a small relaxed smile formed around his mouth. He turned his head to hers and kissed her wet cheek. He snuggled his face into hers, smiling, kissing her slowly and tenderly.
"It'll heal baby." he said as he hugged her.
She lied there, quiet and teary, holding his arm as he held her. She was overwhelmed with contradictory feelings within her, but it all lead to the guilt she felt for hurting him, and how good it felt to know that she was so guilty. She didn't know why she was able to cut him, or even why he wanted her to, but it made sense now. She felt exhausted, as did he, and they slowly drifted off to sleep, quickly and in unison, without saying another word. |
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