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Precedent
Their reason for being in the cabin did not matter. It was irrelevant whether they had been chased there, sought shelter, or planned a rustic rendezvous. The man was there, starting a fire. The woman was there, gathering blankets. The rain was outside, and steady.
She fashioned a couple of blankets to cover the floor in front of the flames. Fire was both destructive and seductive. She knelt as before an alter.
He settled back, quiet, satisfied with his contribution.
“It’s all very...primitive...” said the woman. Her words did not break the silence; they massaged it.
“Imagine, a thousand years ago, a couple alone with nothing but what they could create with their own hands. Huddled together for warmth, for protection. Alone in the dark, cold world.” She made eye contact and measured the depths of his eyes. “There’s precedent, you see.” Her whisper cut through the popping and snapping of the sparks.
“And permission...?” he leaned in.
“And passion....”
His eyes closed. Gently, he caressed her cheek with his own. “Pleasure?”
“Think of all the nights in your life, row after row of them. Can you not be generous and share one with me?”
But unspoken between them: no Promise was offered.
She kissed his eyes, braille’d his lips, keened into his shoulder, nipped at him like a kitten but soft, oh,so soft her skin.
Last night their gentle exploration merged into an urgency, a great explosive joy of fireworks and crashing waves.
She remembered, and giggled. Feeling playful, she attempted to kick him awake. He lunged, grabbed her naked foot with both hands. He toggled each toe with his tongue. He lay kisses on her instep. He gnawed at her heel. “Chubby little things.”
“They take me where I need to go.” His detailed attention had made every part of her alive and desirable. But her next words were inevitable, if unbidden. “So...where do I need to go?”
He could not think. He was tingling. His breathing was still fast and shallow. If the World ended this very second, it would be all right with him. If only the whole world could experience this euphoria, there would be no more power-hungry madmen to fight. No more armies of evil. Maybe the hippies were right...world-wide love-in...? All was feeling. He did not want to think.
His breathing steadied out, but did not stop. As far as he could tell, the earth was still on its axis. Evil, and his work to thwart it, continued.
Damn.
He was enthralled by this woman, and no matter what her intentions, it was dangerous. He hesitated.
“I have a small flat in the village.” It was as close to an offer as he could give her. “No fireplace, but sometimes, it rains.”
finis
Precedent
Their reason for being in the cabin did not matter. It was irrelevant whether they had been chased there, sought shelter, or planned a rustic rendezvous. The man was there, starting a fire. The woman was there, gathering blankets. The rain was outside, and steady.
She fashioned a couple of blankets to cover the floor in front of the flames. Fire was both destructive and seductive. She knelt as before an alter.
He settled back, quiet, satisfied with his contribution.
“It’s all very...primitive...” said the woman. Her words did not break the silence; they massaged it.
“Imagine, a thousand years ago, a couple alone with nothing but what they could create with their own hands. Huddled together for warmth, for protection. Alone in the dark, cold world.” She made eye contact and measured the depths of his eyes. “There’s precedent, you see.” Her whisper cut through the popping and snapping of the sparks.
“And permission...?” he leaned in.
“And passion....”
His eyes closed. Gently, he caressed her cheek with his own. “Pleasure?”
“Think of all the nights in your life, row after row of them. Can you not be generous and share one with me?”
But unspoken between them: no Promise was offered.
She kissed his eyes, braille’d his lips, keened into his shoulder, nipped at him like a kitten but soft, oh,so soft her skin.
Last night their gentle exploration merged into an urgency, a great explosive joy of fireworks and crashing waves.
She remembered, and giggled. Feeling playful, she attempted to kick him awake. He lunged, grabbed her naked foot with both hands. He toggled each toe with his tongue. He lay kisses on her instep. He gnawed at her heel. “Chubby little things.”
“They take me where I need to go.” His detailed attention had made every part of her alive and desirable. But her next words were inevitable, if unbidden. “So...where do I need to go?”
He could not think. He was tingling. His breathing was still fast and shallow. If the World ended this very second, it would be all right with him. If only the whole world could experience this euphoria, there would be no more power-hungry madmen to fight. No more armies of evil. Maybe the hippies were right...world-wide love-in...? All was feeling. He did not want to think.
His breathing steadied out, but did not stop. As far as he could tell, the earth was still on its axis. Evil, and his work to thwart it, continued.
Damn.
He was enthralled by this woman, and no matter what her intentions, it was dangerous. He hesitated.
“I have a small flat in the village.” It was as close to an offer as he could give her. “No fireplace, but sometimes, it rains.”
finis
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Date: 2015-05-15 11:20 pm (UTC)