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Kyra handed the pipe to me, and I lit it up, inhaling the herby smoke, feeling the calm wash over me as the world began to make sense once more.  I handed it back to him, watching as he did the same, the smoke pouring from his mouth as he exhaled in a white haze, obscuring him for a second, before coiling away.

I no longer felt the need to cough, like I used to, I had gotten used to it, and I smiled.  He smiled back, even more beautiful than I remembered him being.

The darkness had crept it's way over the afternoon, fading into evening, twilight, then, finally, night time, and we had both gone to the shed to wind down before we decided to go to sleep.

I stretched my legs out in front of me, studying the threads that had all woven together to make up the denim. I was listening to the song that was playing, the way it seemed to play directly into my being, as though I was breathing in the soundwaves, making me want to move, sway and dance, just like that other night.

Kyra was with me, still.  He had never gone anywhere, but he was laying there so quietly, I thought he must have fallen asleep.  But, his eyes were open, bright, yet far away as he stared up at me.

He said nothing, and neither did I as I crawled onto him, gently brushing my lips over his.  His hands went to my waist, then around to my lower back, fingertips trailing up my spine, and he deepened the kiss even more.  He pulled me down closer to him and rolled me onto my back, pressing his body closer to mine, wrapping his arms tighter, like he never wanted to let me go.

His skin was so warm against my own, blissful and exotic, rich, honey coloured hidden by the dark.  I didn't feel the cold at all, turning my head to the side as he trailed a line of tiny kisses over my throat.  His hands were gentle, soft, and I did my best to mimick his movements, relieving one another from the burden of the heavy, restricting clothes we wore.

Maybe I'd lost my mind, but I felt justified in giving myself to him completely.

Now, there was no longer anything separating us, no way to differentiate between the two of us.  We were one heart, one mind, one desire, one need.  We were just one animal, made of love and light and smiles and laughter, breathing as one, moving as one, loving as one.

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