One Day

By: The butterfly-winged Rat

As they crept closer and closer together, Jack felt a shiver run down his spine. Delicate fingers traced his lips while scarlet eyes memorized every detail of his porcelain face.

He let out a breath when two hands cupped themselves against his face. He looked up into his beloved’s eyes. Beautiful.

He wanted to be closer… to feel every inch of skin there was to offer. Jack hesitantly brought his hands to touch the soft hair that he fantasized about every night. They were delicate to the touch and felt like velvet against his own skin.

It was like drowning into the deepest, most amazing dreams. To just be like this, here where they were, was more then enough for him.

His eyes fluttered as they seemed to be moving even closer to each other. He parted his lips and struggled to speak, but before long, was captured in a soft but heated kiss. The hands had not let go of his face, but instead, moved lower down until it made contact with his neck.

Goosebumps crawled on his flesh and wistful moans sounded from his through as he felt his beloved’s tongue invade his mouth. Jack felt like he was drowning, the hands on him, the contact their mouths made. It was almost too much to handle.

The hands tightened and encircled his neck, adding pressure bit by bit. Nails began digging in to his skin, sinking and sinking as the pressure escalated.

They broke away from one another, giving Jack a chance to revel in his beloved’s splendor. “Adore… I love you.”

And like the dream he had made it out to be, his beloved vanished from right in front of him, leaving only the cresent markings on his flesh, and a bittersweet memory Jack loved to hold on to.

A preview to my upcoming story ‘That night in November”.