Up In Flames

Chapter 11

"Been so stressed," She kissed me as soon as we entered my apartment.

Against my better judgement, I pulled her inside and dropped to the floor. She came with me and my fingers reached underneath her dress. I rubbed her wet lips and she purred, her decorated foot kicking the door shut as she crawled to me.

Something had happened. Between the moment she sent me home to now, something had happened. Something changed that look in her eye. She went from motherly and nurturing to this intimacy prowess I now had on top of me.

This woman was full blown feline to me. Always wanting to be touched, rubbed, pet. Always coming back for more. Like she was famished and had never been properly satisfied.

I pushed my fingers inside her and pecked her pretty, red lips, pumping them slowly, in and out as I stared into her hazy eyes. She was so open tonight, so damn slippery and wet that intellect and morality had taken a backseat. I would be foolish not to please this woman tonight.

In the back of my mind, I was still sitting with Zyon, looking for answers to the questions that he had stirred up inside me. He was the only one really honest with me, the only one that knew just because I didn't know didn't mean I wasn't wondering.

He and I were alike that way, living in this prison, waiting for women that didn't belong to us to come give us relief. Only to him, I was one of those women on the outside. He thought I was free. Thought that the outside of me reflected my insides, and he was wrong. Everything that glittered wasn't gold.

My lynx took me away from my thoughts, crawling closer until she had me laid out onto the floor. She stared down into my eyes without a word, without even a movement. The animal in her attracted her to the challenge that was me. She looked at me with pity, like she could fix me.

With everything and everyone, she was designed to conquer. She refused to lose.

"What happened?" I asked her.

I wanted to know why her pastels had turned into fiery reds and why her eyes had such a dark feeling to them. More than that, I wanted to know the inner workings of this family. I was woman, wanting to understand.

"Don't ask me that all night."

"Don't run from it all night."

"I'm trying to, but you just keep talking," She sighed, exasperated.

"I was talking to Zyon."

"So I've heard. I've heard everything."

"I highly doubt that."

She sighed and climbed off of me, sitting opposite me with her back to my door. She looked around the sad excuse of a home that I lived in, and suddenly the weight of her judgement was that of a mother. She carried that pity for me once again, embarrassed for me, looking down on the fact that this was where I laid my head at night.

I felt the need to hide, like I should never have brought her here in the first place. But the allure of a moonlit sky and the sweet taste of apple martinis had stolen all of my intelligence.

"I told you you had one question."

"You just have to have all the control."