EPISODE ONE: ORIGINS
The
pair of them laid together so that their intertwined limbs were hard to
differentiate. It had been a dreadfully
smoldering afternoon in mid-July and they were uncovered underneath a whirling
ceiling fan. There was no one else
about them, so that they could only hear the labored breaths that came after an
impromptu round of rigorous sex. Clive
breathed Allison in and pressed his nose into the nape of her neck with a sharp
inhale. Her creamy soft skin was comfortable enough
for him to lay in for the rest of eternity.
If he had had the choice of how he’d die, he knew that he would want it
in this place, with this women, in this position. She let out a slight moan, and reached her
lips to his, and after a few wet pecks she brought her eyes open to his.
“Hello.”
She said. And he responded just
the same.
“You aren’t ready for another round are you?” Clive asked her. In truth he was hoping she would say no, for
he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to go again.
She said, “Maybe.” Letting out a small but faint bit of
laughter. She pressed her body into his
a little more. Clive loved the way her
smile couldn’t be hidden, there was always a trace of a grin in the curve of
her mouth. In the lines against her
cheek and brightness of her eyes he felt a soothing hope that he never felt anywhere
else. This embrace would have been
enough for his lifetime, but the saddest part about it was that it would of
course have to come to end. He squeezed
her tighter, his open palm against the small of her back so that her spine moved
his fingertips like a wave as she shifted herself again.
Then her expression changed as her eyes looked
back into her mind for a way to phrase her next words. He saw the expression before, and it
frightened him. It had been awhile
since he’d seen it and he had begun to think her non-erasable grin was going to
remain but unlike what his imagination had hoped for, she was now thinking with
deep concern. “What do you love more?” She finally said.
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