s t a y d o w n d e e p

6

Sunlight brushing my skin and eyelids, the tinkling of the stream that emptied out into the lake playing like background music. I opened my eyes and he was there above me.

Ash

A name I would whisper until my last dying breath.

He was looking at me, and I at him, and as long as we stayed this way I knew that nothing else mattered.

"Beautiful," he breathed and I tried to believe him, but he was by far the most beautiful person I had ever seen.

His skin, so pale and lovely quite different from mine. He was all whites and blacks and icy ocean blue battering waves of foam on the cusp of his eyelids which recede with every glance. Each feature contrasting drastically to the next. His body long and lean, every muscle carved out of stone, yet so soft to touch.

I wanted more than anything to touch him.

Looking around me I found that we were laying on the hill by the lake, our lake, but it was a completely different place than where I had visited before. We were now at the epitome of springtime.

Wildflowers spreading like wildfire across the grassy slope, and the sky, tinted bright blue and spotted with clouds. It was a fairy tale, our own little secret garden of wonder.

I had on a dress, white, lacy and scoop neck, reaching the spot just above my knees. It was thin and light and I found I wasn't wearing anything under it.

My hair was fanned across Ash's lap as he lazily ran his fingers through it, his hands deftly placing wildflowers along my collarbone, daisies, and buttercups, and purple flowers, and white ones too, until my entire chest was a bouquet. By the time he was done I was a giggling mess.

The wind whipped through the meadow blowing the flowers up up and away, his fingers tracing the spots where the flowers had laid, his lips shortly following and I felt desire blossom in his wake.

I closed my eyes concentrating on his touch, his lips sliding across my bones. He caressed my cheek and left goosebumps, but not from the chill.

Then ever so quickly his knelt down, cradling my face in his palms, and looked me directly in the eyes.
Blue to Grey, Him and I. We were equal, and for a moment, I didn't think of our irregularities or the parts of us that didn't match. I just gazed at him and everything else fell away.

Our eyes met, and then so did our lips.

His mouth parted on mine and the earth around us took a breath.

The tall grass whipped and lurched, but I only drew him into me closer, my hands fisted in his t-shirt. I inhaled him and tasted a trace of inhibition, but with the encouragement of my moans in his mouth it disappeared. His hands pushed my wrists down onto the bed of grass and he dove in with tongue and mouth and fervor. The air above us swirled and crackled which is when I realized the sky had turned black with rage.

He halted his assault on my bottom lip and followed my gaze to the sky, then back at me in confusion.

"What's wrong?" He asked, but I felt too petrified too answer, something was wrong something was very very wrong.

As if out of nowhere Poppy appeared a few feet away, her orange curls as vibrant as always.

"Sterling what are you-" she halted her question when her eyes landed on Ash hovered above me.

I was about to explain, when she did something completely unexpected.

She opened her mouth and screamed.