Shadows

This flash was originally published over 9 years ago, and taken down as it was included  in an antthology . It’s now restored here.

For #wankwednesday, with this week’s keyword, #shadow. I’ve visited this theme before. I guess I’m pretty drawn to it. -M

“You get a look, sometimes,” she told me as I lay down beside her. We panted almost in unison.

I turned to her and brushed a damp lock of hair from her brow.

“What kind of look?” I kissed her forehead, taste of her sweat sweet on my lips. I watched her search for words.

“You… darken. It’s like a shadow passes over you, sometimes. You get harder. Not your cock. Well, your cock, too. But your face. Your eyes. Your hands…”

As she trailed off, I watched her hand slide down to rub her hip;  the angry red marks that showed where I’d held her.

I knew what she was talking about, from the other side. I never thought about how it manifested from outside my own head. I was always too busy at the time. I hoped my creeping unease was not showing now.

“It happens just before…”

“Before what?”

The blush of her climax had been fading, but now color came back to her cheeks.

“Before it turns from making love to… being taken.”

I nodded neutrally.

“It feels like I’ve turned from a person into your thing to fuck. But not really… You’re not gone. God, you’re more there than ever, looking right at me. Like you want to, I don’t know, tear me apart.”

Consume might be a better word, I thought. Or possess. Or fuse with. But it’s not like I was going to lie and deny it.

“It scares me, sometimes.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Would it make any difference if I told her how no one else did that to me? That I wanted her so much I sometimes couldn’t stand it?

“No. Don’t be.”

She turned to me, catching and holding my gaze. Her hand was on my shoulder. My cheek. Her fingers weaved through my hair and fisted, pulling me down to her lips for a fierce kiss.

When she let me go, and I pulled back, near breathless, hard again. I looked down at her. Her face had changed, darkened. Raw, needy, aggressive, vulnerable. Was that how I appeared to her? A thrill went through me; that shift stirring. I knew she saw it. Felt her deep breath.

“Are you scared now?”

“A little.”

I chuckled, hands flexing in anticipation. I kissed her, gently, on the lips, and whispered in her ear.

“Me too.”

We reached for each other.

Categories: Erotica, Flash, Monocle, Rough SexTags: , , ,

Monocle

I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.

17 Comments

  1. paul1510

    Raz,
    I wonder if I ever had the look.
    When my partner and I were newly wed, she would say that I scared her a little, but in a good way?
    Who knows!
    Paul.

  2. Mystique

    One of my favourites from you, love the twining of both love and darkness in this story.
    It literally took my breath away since the air around them had that tension that felt like the calm before a very wild storm.

    Left me wanting more as well, no chance of expanding on this story, huh? :p

  3. vanillamom

    the first word that comes to mind is “delightful”…because it is so perfect.

    it gives me a chance to see the other side of that view…

    and makes me smile with remembered delight…

    nilla

  4. Fabien

    Very nice ! Did you think about a character like “Dexter” when writing this story ?

    Fabien

    P.S. : would it be possible to have access to your “private” posts ?

    • Monocle

      Thanks. The style, well, I actually liked the old one, but was messing around looking at others when I activated one instead of just previewing it, and it turns out the old one was “retired” and couldn’t be returned to. So… new theme.

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