Melanie Writes

**NSFW**

**A work of Fiction**

Her bright blue eyes faded behind the thick smoke from the exhale of my cigarette. Ironically, my mind was at its clearest. I could think again, or maybe it was the fact that I didn’t have to think with her. I could just be. An aura of relief left my body, leaving me to feel absolutely nothing, but completely everything at the exact same time. But the smoke disappeared and there she was again, staring at me, seduction written in every curve of her face, desire drawn on every imprint on her cheeks, fear seeping out of those perfect blue eyes. The good kind of fear, the fear that keeps you going, the fear that makes you fight for another day. I fucking love that fear. Most importantly, I think she does too.

As she laid there next to me, completely still and silent, but somehow warm and magnetic, I couldn’t help but think I was dreaming. I was drawn to her in a way that I didn’t think I would ever feel again. It had been years since I felt anything so intense, and I now that I had it, I didn’t realize how much I was craving it.

She’d always ask what was on my mind, but I hated answering questions like that. It was always a set up for me to pour my heart out and be left vulnerable and wrecked. She had no idea that a previous love took away my ability to give someone else verbal affirmations. She had no idea that my heart had been crushed, my soul tortured, and my emotions turned into particles of sand spilling out of the ocean. She had no idea that she would never get all of me. 

She so this time when she asked, I just shook my head, and with eyes filled with fear again, she leaned towards me. Our lips touched, and I hesitated, just barely feeling the warmth of her breath in mine, we sat there, for what seemed like eternity, but could have only been seconds. Our faces were wrapped into each other’s hands almost immediately, eloquently, but defiantly. They were magnets, our bodies were magnets, and as long as there was some scientific reason for magnets to exist, we would be bonded.

We faded slowly on the bed, our heads hitting the pillows like they were clouds, like everything in the world was a cloud, and we were birds floating in the sky escaping the rain. Her hands haven’t left my face, and my hands only left her face so I could feel how wet she was. I slid them down her body from her neck to her torso, running circles around her stomach until her body was begging me with every fiber of her being to go just a little lower. I gently let my hand slide from her torso to the very parts of her that begged for me the most. And at that moment, with my hand dripping from her pleasure, I knew that we were in fact the clouds, and this was in fact the rain. 

I jumped out of my sleep the when my cell phone rang feeling like I was in a dream, but it was the middle of the day and this was my reality. I looked over to where she laid, she was still napping. I laid there wondering what it would be like to wake up next to her everyday. What would we talk about in the morning? Would we have breakfast standing in the kitchen eating our food seductively staring at each other before we even brushed our teeth, or would all of what we feel now eventually fade away?

We’d spend hours on the phone late at night talking about everything or sometimes nothing at all. Sometimes we were goofy, but mostly we were just aroused. We talked about all the ways we wanted to pleasure each other, and all the ways we would when we saw each other next. And most of the time, we did. Some nights I considering spilling my heart out, finally letting my guard down enough to see if I could find real genuine happiness. The only problem is, when I was finally ready, I kept thinking about somebody else.