Gotham BatCat - On the edge of night

My cat... that is never mine

Your mind will help. It will erase all the pain she caused you, it will polish her image, it will make her .. desirable...over and over again.

Shiny curls touching her face, my face, my existence in that study, at that moment.

It is breathtaking, mind-blowing, kissing her, touching her neck, her cheeks, feeling her fingers scratching my skin, feeling her lips melting with mine.

It feels so good, so right. She is in my arms, in my room, in my life. So gentle with her gorgeous skin, so passionate with bruises from her fists on my hands.

Oh, bring it.. this pain.. this feeling.

Suffocation from her breath, exhaustion with her arguments, anger over her inconsistency.

She bites my lip, laughing...

How much I hate this laugh, how much I hate wanting this laugh to stay with me when she is gone.

She pulls me to her. She does not mind being crushed between my too excited body and cold wall of this house, of our routine.

It won't last...

I feel it already. In this climax of our discussion, climax of our evening, of our struggle.

Being so close to me, she is ready to spring back, to jump out of this moment, out of us.

She will leave me breathless, with my hands still warm after touching her neck, brushing her hair; hungry for her stare, her sarcasm, her lips.

There is only one thing I can do. I leave her lips, I place a kiss on her cheek. My hands take her hands and I push her away.

And just for a moment I see that it was not enough for her either, that she wants this to last, us to last. That she hates it ... too

She evens her breath and composes her posture. Letting the distance grow between us, letting longing get us hungry, thirsty, anxious...

Desirable... over and over again.