Bedroom Hymns
I’m such a selfish person. After all Faye has been through, after every trial and tribulation she’s had to overcome from living here on earth, it doesn’t change a thing. I can’t......let her go. I need her. I need her to smile at me with those, unnaturally perfect, alien species teeth of hers and to hear my name trail off of her bottom lip like a droplet of sweet red wine. I want to feel the skin of her thighs under the rough calluses of my construction hands, beaded with sweat, sticky with the fingerprints of my wanting her. I’ve been laying in this goddamn bed, staring at this goddamn ceiling for an hour now, and all I can think about is---.
Knock, knock, knock. The door swings open, even though I have yet to invite whoever is on the other side in. I didn’t even care, because it’s Faye. In a very, very thin silk night robe. Fuck. She twists her fingers around the doorknob and pushes the door closed with her body. “I’m not going to drop hints anymore” she whispers, not looking at me at all, but at her toes. Her hair has grown out to an incredibly messy and incredibly sexy boy cut now. I want to grab fistfuls of that hair.
I swallow and push myself up against my bedframe. “Faye, baby, it’s la---” “You’re avoiding me. You’ve been avoiding me for the past week now.” She looks up, caramel eyes raging with something I’m too decent to say. She’s changed again, since I’d last taken a really good look at her. Her eyelashes are darker, fuller, and have an even more profound affect on those eyes. Her dimples are deeper, normally I’d describe them as utterly adorable, but right now, they only word that came to mind was sexy. The very definition of sexy.
And her lips. Her lips were a sin, and God was I ever ready to confess to them. They shaped a perfect little raspberry heart, just aching to be explored. She strutted up slowly, like she knew the effect she was having on my heart’s syncopation. Dear lord, I’m too young for a heart attack. “ For a week, I’ve gone without eating, Mitchie.” Step, she’s close. “ For a week, I’ve suppressed this unimaginable...unquenchable hunger for you to touch me. To say my name.” Step. Jesus. “ I’m starving” she growls, and I’ve come unhinged.
“Faye, please, I don’t want you to get involved with me. I don’t want you to suffer anymore.” I really, really did try to reason with her, but when she slipped off that silk robe, all bets were off. “Mitchie....don’t make me beg.” I don’t remember getting up. I don’t remember gripping her wrists in my clammy hands, or how she suddenly became wrapped around my body like a forest vine. I don’t remember dragging her body along the length of my cotton sheets, or fitting myself in between her legs.
But God, should I never taste her lips again, I’d at least have the memory of the sweetest drug known to man on my mouth. She entangled her fingers into my hair, groaning when I ran my tongue along the roof of her mouth. My hands were all over her, gripping at the skin of her waist, experiencing the softness of her hair. She, in return, began clawing at my bare back as if her entire goal in life was to tear me open and taste me from the inside out. She began grinding against my hips.... and I think I lost consciousness for a moment.
Stars shot off behind my eyes. Fireworks ignited in my bones, shattering my composure like I was an already faulty glass and Faye had just tipped me onto a concrete floor. “Please” she begged, her voice about three octaves higher than it normally is. I needed to wrap myself in her body. I needed less pants. She ran her heated fingers along the waistband of my boxers, a silent plea to satisfy our frustrated desires. I stopped her for a moment and just...looked at her. Faye’s soft, beautiful face was so raw with emotion, it was almost difficult to look at. She trailed a finger across my lips and sighed.
“I want you to turn me to liquid Mitchie. I want you to ruin me.” Done. I’ve never had a better reason to pull of my boxer’s in a millisecond’s time than now. It was just us, skin to skin now, both trying to catch up with our sprinting lungs. Faye was blushing, funny since she was all blunt and sex-driven a couple of seconds ago. But this was our first time, a new experience for both of us, so of course she’d be nervous. She turned away from me, focusing on the wall to the right. I didn’t want this to be something scary for her. I wanted Faye to be comfortable. Maybe I’d rushed things.....
