Liquid Dima

Chapter Three: A hunt for the unknown

"Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."- Lewis Carroll, 'Through the Looking Glass'

White sheets scatter the worn-out cream carpet, whilst moonlight casts beams of light through the beige curtain gaps, illuminating alabaster skin against liquid gold flesh.

Arching her back and pressing her head of auburn curls deep into the pillow, Darla latches onto the pants of pleasure that escape Benji's lips as he rocks himself back and forth between her thighs, holding her legs and feet sky high above his shoulders.

Nothing gets Darla more high than Benji.

Seeking the opportunity to gaze into his molten brown eyes she lifts her drained body up and wraps her arms around his neck.

"Tired yet?", she whispers teasingly against his parted lips.

"Not in the slightest."

Smirking mischievously, he tucks her slender legs around his strong hips and twists himself so that she's sitting face forward on his lap. Placing his rough hands on her wide waist he slowly guides her back and forth, grinding her pelvis against his at a rapidly increasing pace.

"Mmm you drive me insane Darla," Benji's voices rumbles delightfully down her throat.

On a moan, Darla opens her eyes into his and tries to keep eye contact with his dreamy gaze, failing as her head rocks back once more in the bliss of him being buried deep inside her.

Getting lost in Benji is the ultimate way of forgetting for Darla Clais. Whenever she feels overwhelmed, stressed, or nervous, all she has to do is let him take her. Take her there and then. But no matter how much she enjoys his skin on hers, no matter how much she adores the burning sensation that rushes through her veins when his flesh meets hers, she can't get the shocking discovery about Liquid Dima out of her mind.

It's as if life isn't the same anymore. That it just cannot be until she knows why what has happened happened.

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Sitting across from Benji, Darla takes a mouthful of her overnight baked oats. Six strawberry slices, half a banana, a handful of blueberries and a sprinkle of chia seeds, her breakfast should taste like its usual heavenly self. Yet as she swirls it around her mouth the blossoming flavours turn into bland mush just like everything else that's going on in her head. Frustration worming itself through her body, the annoyed mortal stands abruptly from the table.

"Everything alright?" Benji asks in astonishment.

'Deep breaths Darla. Deep breaths.' Darla repeats silently.

"Yes...umm" biting her lip subconsciously she blurts out: "I need to go to the library to study. All day in fact".

Shaking his head, her disappointed boyfriend struggles to keep the anger out of his voice. "Darla, sweetheart, we barely have time off together. This weekend is the first time in ages we can actually go out and do something with one another that doesn't involve work, writing, and fucking studying".

Witnessing the frown materialize on her sweet face, he immediately wants to kick himself for being a jerk. Walking around the table to her side he engulfs the small mortal frame between his arms.

"I'm sorry," he kisses the top of her head and lifts her chin up. "I just miss the old days, you know. The days before college really started, the days before we moved in together because, god knows how, we actually made more effort to see each other that way. I miss just being with my girlfriend without complicated life shit getting in the way"

His heart slams against his chest when she doesn't respond, but instead pulls away to the edge of the kitchen door.

"I get that Ben, I do! I want nothing more than to just be with you and do whatever the fuck we like". She twists a lock of hair around her fingers as she speaks, examining the split ends making her aware of how little attention she's been paying to her physical appearance lately.