Whispered words of broken comfort, we both knew what would happen if people knew what we did or what we had done. The lines we had crossed, the taboo's we had blatantly broken in our pursuit of a small slice of happiness. Even now as my hand reached up to swipe away the lone tear that threatened to steal this moment away, I could see it. In my heart I knew I had loved you, but in my head I constantly battled with my ego over what I was doing to you. I could see it every time I left our bed; the haunted shattered look that you tried so hard to hide. And here we were, once again stealing another moment where we could just be us and hurting each other more than we cared to admit. No one could know, no one would dare guess what we saw in each other. Past days shared our stories, our adventures and our seemingly never ending affair; but people grow up and people move on. People did and in a way so did we.
You had called on me and like a loyal pet I had come to once again sow more regrets into both of our minds and morals. With each touch, each kiss, each flavor that melded between us we used to further escape from our boring and tattered lives; clinging to one another desperately. That desperation had begun to wear on you and even as you leaned into my touch and looked at me with passionate love; I could still see it. A pause of hesitation fell between us as I stole your hands and pinned them behind your back; a game of dominance was to come but for now I needed your attention and I was going to break our unwritten rule.
"Why have you called me?" Your eyes went wide as I disregarded the one rule you held sacred and even as you squirmed to break my grasp, I held tight. I wouldn't let you go, no, not when I needed to hear you admit your reasons. In a shadow of shame I saw your eyes dart to the side before you turned your head away from me. "Don't." I warned using a finger to guide your chin back so that could watch those deeply expressionate chocolate orbs. "Don't look away from me." The words came off lighter and much gentler than they had meant to, but I could see with a touch of satisfaction that they had your attention.
Pink enveloped my sights as you ran your tongue against your lips, preparing them for speech or perhaps another attempt at diverting my focus. As I stood there waiting, I wasn't prepared for the emotion that fell from your tongue at your final admittance. "I needed you." Three words that could have drove a man to his knees, three words that saw to my grip loosening upon your hands, three words that gave you the opening to escape from them and shove me back. A soft grunt left me as my back hit the brick wall, in hindsight the narrow spaces we had escaped to seemed a bit more dangerous, even more so as you began the conquest of winning over my body.
"I always need you." Your whispered words brushed over my ear as the game of dominance began again. Teeth soon found purchase in my neck and would no doubt leave a bruise I would need to hide before your tongue came out to play over the wounded area. It broke something inside of me to hear the want, the pure and undiluted need in your voice. I had wanted you to admit that you needed me for so long I had nearly lost hope, but those three words gave me back the flame for the torch I carried for you.