This is based on scenes from the movie Alexander, or more accurately, scenes I wish they had shown! I do not own the story or any of the characters, though if I could...I would love to own the beautiful Hephaestion!

My heart pounds. The sound is almost deafening in my ears. I wonder if you can hear it, too.

I look into your cerulean eyes, darkened slightly with an emotion I try to define. By the gods, you are so beautiful. Your gaze leaves my eyes, coming to rest on my lips, your eyes hooded by thick, dark lashes. I lick my lips self-consciously.

The corners of your mouth curl slightly upward in a barely perceptible smile. The distance between us lessens as your hand reaches up to softly stroke the side of my face. I lean into the touch, silently asking for more.

Your eyes once again meet mine. The tiny smile that plays on your lips dances in your eyes as well.

Your thumb absently traces my ear as your fingers thread into my hair.

My heart skips a beat and my breath catches in my throat. I slide my hands up your chest, coming to rest over your heart. I can feel it beating steadily.

I am lost in your eyes. Desire…that is the emotion that I see there. I wonder, do you see it in mine as well?

Your other arm slides around my waist, pulling me close. I can't breathe.

I reach my hand up, lightly tracing your lips with my fingertips. I am trembling slightly. Can you feel it? Did I just feel you do the same?

Your hand slides through my hair until it cradles the back of my neck. We are so close.

My fingers curl and grip your robe, pulling you towards me without realizing that I am doing it. I stopped thinking some minutes ago.

I lean my head back against your hand, looking up at you. I want to say something, but it seems I have lost the ability to speak.

We are inches apart. I feel your warm breath on my face. I feel dizzy.

You slowly lean down. Your nose touches mine and I close my eyes. I lift my face to yours, and feel the faintest brush of our lips. I feel all the blood leave my brain.

Your grip on the back of my neck tightens slightly. I cannot escape, not that I would want to.

I press my lips gently to yours, gripping your robe tighter in my trembling fingers. I sigh against your mouth. Tentatively, I trace the outline of your lips with the tip of my tongue.

I feel your heart beat faster and your grip on my neck tightens. You are perfectly still as I gently suck your bottom lip and nibble it lightly.

A barely audible moan escapes your throat. I pull back and look up at you. Your eyes are closed. Your breathing is hard. Your fingers shake slightly.

I feel your restraint slipping. Mine is long gone.

You whisper something under your breath, something I cannot make out.

The arm around my waist pulls me to you roughly, quickly. Your mouth crushes mine, no longer gentle. No longer tentative. Your tongue demands entry. I grant it.

I release my grip on your robe and wrap my arms around you, pressing myself into you. I want to merge myself with you, become part of you.

I feel your desire against me as your mouth continues its assault on mine…on my senses…on my body…on my mind. You taste of apples and honey and wine. My tongue meets yours, tasting every part of your warm, wet mouth.

The kiss lasts minutes, hours, days…I can't remember. We pull apart, gasping for breath and out of our minds.

I want to rip your clothes off with my teeth. You look at me like you want to devour me whole.

You hold my gaze with a question in your eyes. "Yes", I whisper. You growl deep in your chest and reach for me again….

Then I woke up. Damn it.