I, Death

Sin Eater: Chapter 15

Sarah hailed a cab and they both got in. After she gave the address to the driver, they remained quiet for the rest of the trip.

It wasn’t until they entered her apartment that they began to talk.

Peter was the first to speak.

And when he started to talk, he couldn’t seem to stop himself. It all came out as natural as anything he’d ever felt. Even though it has been almost two years since he and Sarah had spoken, Peter felt just as he had when they had been close; back when he could tell her anything and he knew she would understand.

Sarah had always been a good listener; she’d been the first person he had ever been able to open up to. Going back through his story, explaining what had happened from his point of view since their breakup just after the Christmas of 2011, he skipped many of the minor details, but expressed a good deal about how the various circumstances had made him feel.

Ultimately, he expressed his regret for the pain he had caused her, for the grief he had put into her heart; for the death curse he had placed on her father, the curse that landed Miss Hamilton in the hospital; the one that had killed Chad and Robbie.

Sarah sat back and listened — mostly quietly, occasionally nodding and offered brief verbal cues that she was paying rapt attention to his words.

There were many moments while he spoke that she had seemed eager to interrupt him. But, as she had always been, she maintained her consistency as a good listener and waited until he was finished.

About the only thing that Sarah did, other than her active listening, was she guided Peter to a couch and she sat across from him in an armchair. And once, during his story, she got up to get them both a glass of water, hearing his voice starting to break in his mad rush to get everything out.

He ended his tale explaining how he learned, by accident — and then, again, through Brecht — that his curse could be used for good, and told the story of how he had been putting his powers to use these past several months.

He ended with the tale of having to kill Jacob, the one friend he had made, and coming to realize he could never get close to anybody again.

Finally, exhausted, he crumpled against the back of the couch and laid his head back.

“Oh, Peter. You poor thing.”

Sarah slid from the chair across the way and sat beside him on the couch. She slipped an arm over his shoulder as if it were still the Christmas of 2011, they were still best friends and lovers, and he melted into her embrace, burying his head in her shoulder, breathing in the fine scent of her hair, amazed that she still used the Rainforest scented Herbal Essence shampoo, and let himself cry.

“Peter, there’s so much for me to explain.”

“I shouldn’t even be here, Sarah. I’m putting you in danger by being here, by being with you. I’ve been here too long already.”

He started to stand up, but she held onto his arm and rose with him, preventing him from stepping away.

“Peter,” she said, placing a gentle hand on the side of his face. “Listen to me.”

He looked at her and couldn’t control his emotions any longer.

“Sarah, I still love you. I never stopped loving you. That’s why I have to leave right now. That’s why I . . .”

She startled him by leaning in and pressing her lips against his.

Her lips prodded and pushed against him and her tongue pressed against his lips, pushing them open, exploring inside.

The pain, the confusion, the torture he’d been living with, slipped away as he felt himself falling completely into Sarah’s kiss.

His left arm went around her body, pulling her closer; his right ran along the side of her face, his fingers swirling through the curls of her hair.

Sarah moved one hand around his back while the other rubbed his chest, then quickly moved down, across his stomach and to the growing bulge in his pants.

Peter moaned as Sarah rubbed him through his jeans, and he brought the hand from her hair, down along her face, her neck, and gently massaged her breast through the black silky fabric.

She found his zipper and tugged down on it, pushed aside his briefs and freed his aching erection. As her fingers wrapped around him, his body shuddered and he let out a gasp of ecstasy; hot sticky fluid erupting from him and coating the black fabric of her stomach.

Peter broke the kiss.

“S-sorry. It’s been a long time.”

They both then laughed and Sarah stepped back shaking her head. “Now I’m going to have to get out of this dress.”

“I’m sorry, Sarah. I . . . it’s . . . I . . .”

She pressed a finger to his lips, slowly peeled her dress off, then sank to her knees. “I’m sure I can bring you back.”

It didn’t take her long at all.

When she did, she stood, again they kissed, and slid onto the couch together. Peter took his time exploring every curve of her body with his fingers and lips, gently kissing the kidney shaped mole on her breast and feeling, for the first time in what seemed like forever, that he was home.

His exploration of her body and the homecoming complete, Sarah then guided him inside of her, and, grinding in perfect rhythm, their bodies arched together. The impassioned dance of their sweaty naked bodies took away so much pain, so many difficult memories, that it seemed neither one of them would ever let it end.

But it did.

Eventually, their passion grew in intensity and ferocity. The gentle rhythmic movements became more urgent, more hurried. It seemed to be a mad race to the finish, but neither one of them was pushing ahead. Instead, they were pulling one another along, urging each other towards the finish.

As they climaxed, the sunglasses slid from Peter’s face and for the first time he looked Sarah directly in the eyes.

“Sarah. I’m so sorry. I love you.” Was all he could say, hoping she would hear the words before the violent finish.

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