Ascensionism

V: Rain

~ Vessel ~

I dream of Eden. Of happier times. Of some place peaceful and free from any trauma or pain.

It's glorious here, and though I expect to see Sleep, I don't. And for once, I'm okay with that. I'm okay with sitting with my back up against a pomegranate tree and just basking in the soft warm breeze as it kisses my skin.

"What's your name?"

Looking up, I see someone standing over me. I don't recognize him, and yet, I know he's me. Me before all of this.

"Does it matter?" I ask.

"It does to me. Don't you remember me?"

I shake my head and apologize. "I think you're in a better place. You passed. You're no more. You're free."

He doesn't say anything, just sits beside me.

*

II feels small and solid in my arms. He's sleeping peacefully, and I trail shy kisses along his cheek, his jaw. He mutters something, turning into me.

My hand flattens against the small of his back, causing him to shiver. His fingers dig into the skin of my shoulder and I bite back a moan.

His eyes flutter open, more grey than blue. They're filled with something that I can't remember ever seeing in someone else's eyes.

My mouth feels dry. I can't find words. Are there any that could articulate this moment and how he's looking at me.?

My blood is thick and it flows south.

Something primal awakens; this feels so very different from when I lose myself to my demons. I'm utterly focused on every tiny and minute movement. The way he licks his lips; shifts in my arms; the way the Adam's Appel in his throat bobs.

"What do you want?"

I can't speak. All that matters is he's here, pushing me down and crawling on top of me. His hand on my stomach as he adjusts, causing me to moan. His smile is slightly embarrassed, but he doesn't get off me. Continues to feel my body.

I cover my eyes with my arms, trying to calm my breathing, taking deep breaths and holding them before I exhale. I focus on how it feels when my lungs expand. The sensation of carbon dioxide filling my body as I exhale and I lose the oxygen in my blood cells.

His hand wanders lower and lower, his fingers tugging gently at the line of hair of my abdomen. He wants a response from me, and he gets it.

Flipping us, I pin him into the mattress with my weight. His eyes are wide, but he's not afraid.

"Woah," he breathes.

My lips find his throat, and I feel the mark from yesterday that I left. It's healed, but raised under my lips. I nip and suck and kiss his skin as I divest him of his shirt and explore, learning the expanses  of his body.

He writhes beneath me, wiggling against me, creating a maddening friction.

I growl deep in my chest.

"Stop or I'm going to do something I'll regret," I beg.

"I'm not doing anything." I can feel his cheeky smile against my cheek.