Foreigner of Fire

15 - Campfire Story Night

"Go on, Ash." A younger guy in the crowd calls out. "Tell us your story."

"Yeah. Make us weep." Sam said sarcastically. Lily was sitting beside Aliyah, a few feet away from the campfire, atop a log. Ash was sitting around 5 people away from her.

"Okay..." Ash thought over which story to tell. "So... I think I should say this at first – I've never met my mother. I don't even know who she is, whether she's alive or not. But, shockingly, I have 6 younger brothers, all of whom are from the same mother, I guess. And father, of course..." Ash took in a deep breath. "As far as I can remember, my father never had time for us. He runs and owns a huge company. He does most of the work. He's...Literally just all over the place. All over the world. So I don't meet him much either.

"This one time, I was walking along in my dad's office when I came across a woman on her knees. I thought it was strange because I had never seen that before. The woman seemed pretty hurt. I thought I should help but I stopped. I imagined her as my mother. As the woman who abandoned me. I tried to leave the woman alone – I know, dick move. I was 6, okay?!

"Well, anyhow; I tried to abandon her the way my mother abandoned me...But I couldn't. I went to her, helped her out of her chains – did I forget to mention she was in chains? Well, I got it all of her. She began to thank me, but my father walked in. He told me, that she was a very bad woman. A pedophile. Pushed me out of the room, and I never saw that woman again. I feel bad. Maybe she could have made it out if I hadn't frozen and tried to imagine her as my mom, you know. I could have helped her..."

"Is your father a bad man?" A girl piped up.

"Ohoho." Ash chuckled. "Quite." He turned to scan the crowd. "Who's going next?" Lily stood up quietly and began to walk towards the mess hall cabin. She got herself a glass of water, drank up, and walked back towards her cabin. When she was passing one particular cabin, right past the door, a pair of hands grabbed her and pulled her inside, one hand on her mouth tightly. She tried to protest but the person was too strong. "God, Lily. Relax." The man hissed. "It's me." It was Ash. Lily stopped thrashing around. Ash closed the door of his cabin, his automatic lock slipping into place without his knowledge.

"What do you want?" Lily hissed. "And by the lord! You scared the living out of me!"

"Sorry. Felt like doing that a little." Ash chuckled. "I wanted to tell you...Your hijabi friend came up to me during lunch and told me that Hecate was cheating on me."

"She is." Lily crossed her arms across her chest.

"She isn't." Ash shook his head. "We never got together." He explained. "She lied to you."

"Oh..." Lily muttered quietly.

"She lied to you so that you would avoid me and she would have more chances with me..."  He walked over to her slowly. She remained silent. Lifting his hand, he grabbed onto her wrist and slipped his hand down to hers, linking their fingers together.

The new feeling of being gently touched like that sent excited waves through the body. She looked up at him as her breath hitched. He stepped an inch closer to her until she could feel his breath on her face. He let go of one hand, moving his hand up to her face slowly. He cupped the side of her face, moving his hand back towards her neck so that his thumb could caress her jawline while his other fingers held firmly to the back of her neck.

He leaned in slowly and stopped, waiting for approval.

Lily looked up at his eyes, which kept glancing down at her lips, as if giving a secret signal to her. She knew what that signal meant. She didn't want to reject this time. He started at her violet eyes in silence as he contemplated on whether he should really move forward or not.

Lily's free hand moved over to his side. Even through his t-shirt, she could feel the well toned body of his. She moved her hand towards his abs and up to his pectorals.

"Fuck, baby." He whispered ever so softly, before leaning in. She closed her eyes in the nick of time as his lips came down on hers gently. He seemed needy, snaking his hands around her waist and pulling her close to him.

All thoughts left her mind as she gave in. Her hands travelled up his body, feeling his abs and defined pecs through his shirt, all the way up his collarbone, to his neck, where she held on with both hands.

His body pressed against hers as he asked for permission with his tongue. She could feel the heat between them as she put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she parted her lips. She felt her back touch against the wall behind her. The hand on her neck trailed itself down to her chest, where it hovered over her shirt before carelessly tugging a button open.

She could smell a slight difference in his breath. The more she inhaled it, the hotter her body became.

Pheromones. She thought.

Her body was tinging and electric, excited for how he was treating her. His dextrous fingers had managed to take off all of her buttons. Before she knew it, her shirt was slipping off her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor. He pushed her up against the wall hard, the fabric of his shirt rough on her bare skin. The metal wires of her bra began to push into her skin and she kind of relished the feeling as he broke the kiss to move down to her neck.

He trailed some light kisses down the side as he quickly worked on her skirt – letting it drop before she could even breathe. She smelt like roses and cantaloupes and her skin was perfectly soft and warm. Her breathing had quickened and turned heavy – he could hear it – as her body moved against him.

He turned her around and laid her back on his bed. He could have her then and there.