conspicuously empty sink. Just glancing around, I
got the feeling that Jaime was cleaner than most guys his age.
Certainly more than my brothers. It was a constant battle of Mom
vs. The Males of the House. Round One: Socks, dishes, keys, etc.
strewn about and tossed wherever they happen to land. Round Two:
Mom harping on Males to pick up after themselves. There’s really
isn’t ever a clear winner because Round Three is really just Round
One all over again. And again. And then again. But Jaime’s
apartment was rather clean despite the clutter of books everywhere.
No food on the counter or dust bunnies sneakily waiting to eat
unsuspecting toes.
“So,” Jaime shoved his hands in his jeans
pockets and leaned against the sink. “It’s almost midnight but we
could watch a movie if you want.”
“I don't really feel like watching a
movie.”
“Do you want to go for a walk? No one would
see us since it's so late.”
“Not really in the mood for a walk
either.”
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly
in a moment of awkward confusion. “Okay. So you have something else
in mind then?”
I nodded slightly and walked over to him.
Hooking my finger in the collar of his tee shirt I pulled him to
me. Our lips touched softly. I carefully unzipped Jaime’s hoodie
and slid it off his muscular shoulders. Tossing it aside, my hands
found their way under his tee shirt to his skin. Underneath my
fingertips I could feel his heart racing inside the chiseled chest
I adored so much. My lips moved down his jaw to the softest part of
his neck, taking in the heat and salt of his skin. A small growl
tried to escape my throat but I held it down. Jaime’s hands
tightened on my hips, frantic to pull me even closer. He sighed and
nestled his face in my hair. I pulled back to look in his face.
With a rather reticent air, he smiled meekly. “I don’t want to rush
you into anything.” I grabbed his wrist and led him toward the
bedroom.
I ripped the bottom hem of my tee in
eagerness to divest myself of anything that separated my body from
Jaime’s. The burning of his skin against mine intensified with each
breath. His fingers snaked their way through my tresses while I
pulled him into me. The unexpected surge of electricity as Jaime
ran his teeth over the flesh of my shoulder, combined with the
rhythmic movements of his hips on mine made my canines ache with an
animalistic pleasure. I yearned for him to bite me, giving myself
over to the release. A passing fear of shifting into wolf form then
encroached into my mind. Mercifully, my teeth stayed put inside my
mouth and the preliminary dread melted into emptiness.
All I wanted was Jaime; for his tongue to
discover every new inch of me, his hands to never yield their
desire. I needed for him to carve a secret space inside his soul to
keep me for eternity.
*
I was walking through the National Forest.
The trees were the same; black cherry, oak, hickory, and more. I
felt the twigs give under my bare feet though I couldn’t hear their
cracking. I couldn’t hear anything at all. No animals scurrying out
of my path, no birds singing amongst the leaves, nothing. It was as
if the woods were completely empty or maybe I had gone deaf. My
eyes scanned the distance. Everything was devoid of color. Stark
grey and black, some shades of white where sunlight or moonlight, I
couldn’t tell which, dove through branches above me.
I stopped walking when I noticed a dark pool
of water, several feet around, randomly placed in the middle of the
woods. Though I had no reason to, I walked right over to the water
and swirled a finger around the glass-smooth surface, tiny ripples
making their way out from my fingertip. The water was too warm to
be regular spring water. It was almost hot. As I made figure eights
and swirls in the water the temperature didn’t bother me but the
way the water moved under my touch did. It was thick. Too thick to
be water. It moved and rippled the way a watered down corn
got the feeling that Jaime was cleaner than most guys his age.
Certainly more than my brothers. It was a constant battle of Mom
vs. The Males of the House. Round One: Socks, dishes, keys, etc.
strewn about and tossed wherever they happen to land. Round Two:
Mom harping on Males to pick up after themselves. There’s really
isn’t ever a clear winner because Round Three is really just Round
One all over again. And again. And then again. But Jaime’s
apartment was rather clean despite the clutter of books everywhere.
No food on the counter or dust bunnies sneakily waiting to eat
unsuspecting toes.
“So,” Jaime shoved his hands in his jeans
pockets and leaned against the sink. “It’s almost midnight but we
could watch a movie if you want.”
“I don't really feel like watching a
movie.”
“Do you want to go for a walk? No one would
see us since it's so late.”
“Not really in the mood for a walk
either.”
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly
in a moment of awkward confusion. “Okay. So you have something else
in mind then?”
I nodded slightly and walked over to him.
Hooking my finger in the collar of his tee shirt I pulled him to
me. Our lips touched softly. I carefully unzipped Jaime’s hoodie
and slid it off his muscular shoulders. Tossing it aside, my hands
found their way under his tee shirt to his skin. Underneath my
fingertips I could feel his heart racing inside the chiseled chest
I adored so much. My lips moved down his jaw to the softest part of
his neck, taking in the heat and salt of his skin. A small growl
tried to escape my throat but I held it down. Jaime’s hands
tightened on my hips, frantic to pull me even closer. He sighed and
nestled his face in my hair. I pulled back to look in his face.
With a rather reticent air, he smiled meekly. “I don’t want to rush
you into anything.” I grabbed his wrist and led him toward the
bedroom.
I ripped the bottom hem of my tee in
eagerness to divest myself of anything that separated my body from
Jaime’s. The burning of his skin against mine intensified with each
breath. His fingers snaked their way through my tresses while I
pulled him into me. The unexpected surge of electricity as Jaime
ran his teeth over the flesh of my shoulder, combined with the
rhythmic movements of his hips on mine made my canines ache with an
animalistic pleasure. I yearned for him to bite me, giving myself
over to the release. A passing fear of shifting into wolf form then
encroached into my mind. Mercifully, my teeth stayed put inside my
mouth and the preliminary dread melted into emptiness.
All I wanted was Jaime; for his tongue to
discover every new inch of me, his hands to never yield their
desire. I needed for him to carve a secret space inside his soul to
keep me for eternity.
*
I was walking through the National Forest.
The trees were the same; black cherry, oak, hickory, and more. I
felt the twigs give under my bare feet though I couldn’t hear their
cracking. I couldn’t hear anything at all. No animals scurrying out
of my path, no birds singing amongst the leaves, nothing. It was as
if the woods were completely empty or maybe I had gone deaf. My
eyes scanned the distance. Everything was devoid of color. Stark
grey and black, some shades of white where sunlight or moonlight, I
couldn’t tell which, dove through branches above me.
I stopped walking when I noticed a dark pool
of water, several feet around, randomly placed in the middle of the
woods. Though I had no reason to, I walked right over to the water
and swirled a finger around the glass-smooth surface, tiny ripples
making their way out from my fingertip. The water was too warm to
be regular spring water. It was almost hot. As I made figure eights
and swirls in the water the temperature didn’t bother me but the
way the water moved under my touch did. It was thick. Too thick to
be water. It moved and rippled the way a watered down corn
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