Use Me

Is This The End?

Two hours, and the fireworks festival is just wrapping up.

It was the last show of the night, not that Becca really cared.

Sitting on the couch by the room's sliding glass windows leading to the balcony, a white robe thrown over her bare body, Rebecca can't take her eyes off the sleeping figure in the middle of the bed. Swirling her half-full glass of 18 year-old scotch on the rocks absentmindedly, Rebecca watches Freen slowly breathe in and out with her limbs splayed out of exhaustion. Becca takes a small swig of the scotch, smooth with a good burn down her throat. Her fingers and palm subconsciously spreading over her neck as she recalls the incomparable flavor and mouthfeel of drinking in the woman laying on her bed. Definitely more exquisite and intoxicating than any liquor or woman Rebecca has tasted.

Bright colors of blue white and red illuminate the night sky to Rebecca's left, the sparks of the fireworks bleeding through the glass windows and doors and bathing the room in alternating moods. Different colors putting into light different features of the woman lying on the bed with her make up and lipstick smudged, hair in a crazy tangled mess, portions of her torso and legs covered by the crisp white duvet carelessly pulled over her. Then there was a lingering flash of white, tiny drops of blazing titanium fall slowly from the sky and cast a dancing white glow on Freen. It was as if she was a divine being that fell from the sky and landed on Rebecca's bed. Then it was darkness, it was over. A bitter reminder for Rebecca how all of this would soon fade to nothing, just like the fireworks.

When Freen came undone under Rebecca, clawing violently at her back, wounding her, drawing blood, silently whimpering, shaking, pleading, Becca realized that she has just set herself up for her own destruction. She wasn't sure what it meant for Freen, but for her, when Freen's body harshly sucked her in and bathed her in its essence when Freen orgasmed, the woman took with her and marked as her own a chunk of what makes Rebecca. Lying next to Freen long after the older woman has passed out, Rebecca was just being consumed by dread. She knew she would have ahead of her a lifetime of having a gaping hole right smack in the middle of her chest that nobody or nothing else can fill. So when Freen has succumbed to sheer blissful exhaustion, Rebecca had to put some distance between her and the older woman and settled on sitting on the couch. Quite ironically, despite putting some space between her and the other woman evoking some serious fear in her, Rebecca can't stop watching her sleep.

              Use me as you please

              Pluck my eyes out of my skull

              And put them at your bedside

              For when you lay alone in bed

              I will keep watch all night

"Teerak," a soft sweet voice coaxes Rebecca from sleep. She tries to sit up but her neck was terribly painful. Becca groans from discomfort when she lifts her head from the very awkward position that her neck was subjected to when she fell asleep on the couch.

"Aww, my poor baby," Freen coos softly, seeing Rebecca's struggle.

When Rebecca opens her eyes, she sees Freen sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch wearing her own robe. Freen reaches out towards the back of Rebecca's neck and starts massaging it with quite some strength.

"Why did you sleep here? I really wanted you beside me," Freen says with a pout.

Becca shoots Freen a half apologetic smile, and a half grimace from pain.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to have a drink," Rebecca replies, voice still hoarse from slumber, or probably from too much grunting and moaning the previous night.