Victoriously Yours,

Autonomously After

Touching the burn on her neck, she moved on her side. He had his eyes closed, a sinful satisfaction rested upon his eye lids and the most kissable lips.

Every thing seemed like a lull. Serene lull.

She felt the bruises on the right parts of her body. Her system definitely rebooted. That's when the church of holy thoughts commenced.

Jaws of ancient anxiety chomped on her insides.

He told her, she was falling for him. Was she? If so, that's bad. Very bad. From past experience, she knows it would lead to something foul and empty and inescapable.

Watching his peaceful face made her think what if he is done with her. What if now that he finally got what he wanted, he'll leave her. And let's not forget this asshole giraffe was supposed to be celibate- oh my gosh! He was to marry Yuh after three months!

She jolted upright, her neck almost cracked.

Yisrael snapped his eyes open when River got up, rushing to deign on her clothes. He stretched up, rubbing his stubble and clicked his tongue against his teeth.

"Mind telling me what you are doing?"

The discarded dress was shimmied back up. Gone were his woman's curves and the last jiggle of her ass and breasts were like mournful memory.

"I'm heading back to the village. It's late."

She was unusually quiet. It was thick like treacle. She tied up the bitten ends of her dress which he tore from his teeth and began to move back where they came from.

"Hold it." He stood up, his naked length was designed to be viewed.

Unblemished, he planted his hands on his hips trying to calm the bead of anxiety forming in the hollow of his chest.

His face pinched into a mix of anguish and anger. She turned and when she narrowed her gaze on his cock, she averted. "Put your pants on first."

"What? Suddenly you shy now?"

His tone didn't sit too well with her.

"No but obviously you are holding me off because you wanna talk. And if you wanna talk, get your pants back on."

Noticing the seriousness on her face, his own scrunched further. "What's wrong?"

She refused to melt like a puddle at his soft plead. Crossing her arms on her chest, she kept her face precluded.

"That's how it is? You won't talk till I put my pants? Woman, you screamed and creamed my cock while I took you like an animal. Now you all primed? I don't get you."

The way he said what he said, almost made her whimper but she jerked from that fiery dream and snapped. "And you don't need to."

"What the fuck is your deal?"

"Nothing! I am just leaving while you are the one parading around unclothed asking me what my deal is?"

He blinked. Suddenly the way he stared at her made her shrink. It was like an accused finger pointed at the guilty one.

"You regret this."

An eerie like calm washed over her.

"There is nothing to regret. We just had sex and it's all over when you get-" She said the next word slow and deliberate. "-married."

Fuck. He had forgotten all about that. Celibacy, self control, Yuh, his father. Oh the lord of Jaguar, what have I done?

When she saw how everything registered on his face, she realized that soon it will slip in. The growing distance, the mood off like a switch, the curtains being yanked and jostling your morning sleep up to the blaring light.