Silent Solitude

Reward or Revenge?

C-

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I've decided to go over to her side, myself.

I can see that the curtains to her big, grand room are now put into place, but that doesn't stop the shadowy silhouette moving inside, from making itself known. The fragments of her pale skin, from the glass that still remains unhidden by the ivory curtains, appear from time to time as she waltzes around.

All the while I am...irate? Exasperated? Galled? Frenzied?...

I don't know. And...I don't care.

I am mad pissed and she's to blame. That's all I know.

But technically, she did nothing to you Grey.

Nothing at all.

My subconsciousness spits back at me.

To add fuel to the fire, I hear noises.

Moaning.

Yes!

Much to my shock or bewilderment, I have to convince myself to know, that this is her.

No one else is this much brazen.

Unabashed.

Presumptuous.

And definitely not as much of a hot sex kitten, as she is!

Things all of a sudden have taken a turn and have decided to be in my favour, somehow, even if luck doesn't love me. Miraculously, she has left one of the tall, glass windows open to my benefit. I can see the bottom, sharp edge unfixed into the lock; the gap visible to the eye.

Ohhh...so as to why I could hear her...

I was almost going back defeated; having no way at all to be able to reach her. Have my wicked way with her...when...

The next thing I know, I've crossed whole of my boundary and my vicinity of the house. Climbing, jumping, tumbling, tripping, I reach the legde that would lead me to the landing leading directly to her giant open window; which apparently anyone can easily cross. No questions asked.
I make my way over to the railing and gripping it extremely firm and tight with my hands, I lift my body upwards. Basically, lifting my whole body weight with the strength of my arms. Thank goodness for the upper arm strength.

By the time I'm standing on her balcony, I'm heaving. My chest beeping in and out but the curtesy of the stamina, I don't feel quite such as breathless. It is important to be as quiet as possible. The rest of the stamina is to be needed somewhere else too. She doesn't need to know I'm here. I want to shock her.

Finally standing in her balcony, and facing the glass windows, my chest expands with happiness of finally being here. And excitement of what is to happen.

Little does the kitten know the consequences...the ones she's going to love.

I atlast move the glass, a small fragment, to test the waters.

She didn't come flying onto me.

I open it up a bit more, just for my frame to pass through. Stepping my foot tentatively inside, which I assume is a polished titled floor, I'm taken aback.

I came inside from the front, for God's sake.

How did she not even stand from her position alarmed, is beyond me, but she didn't even so much as stir from her sultry position. As if she knew I were to be here. She expected me.

I stand there looking down at the mystifying, enigmatic creature; her glossy, brunette mane fanned out across the ivory sheets and her silky legs drapping from the height of her enormous bed. Her mouth is open; slack, her cheeks hollowed and flush from her ministrations.