Desire
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I looked into his eyes, not sure what his response would be. "I kissed you back." He had liked it as well. "Now what?" I was unsure in this field, he had to lead me, and he knew it. "How about we try it again? And maybe better this time." I stood up and walked over to him, not too fast, not too slow. I reached up and kissed him, slowly, wondering how he would respond. He put his hand behind my head, but it didn't stay there for long, it quickly slid down my back. I raised my arms up just enough to slide them onto his back, under his shirt. He kissed me again, his hands now on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. I felt his warm skin under my fingertips, and relaxed into his chest. Another long kiss and we separated just enough to get his shirt off. When I had first seen his toned, unclothed chest, I couldn't keep my eyes off of it, now I ran my hands over the muscle ridges, familiarizing myself with them in a way I had always desired. Another kiss, this one short, followed by a long one, I didn't want to separate this time, but we did. I ripped off my shirt, keeping my eyes locked with his, I was falling into those deep brown eyes and I didn't want to stop. Again we connected, this time we kicked off our shoes, not bothering to focus on anything else but what was between us, nothing. There was so much in this room, almost too much, but desperation, pain, revenge, lust and desire added to it.
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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