She keeps pulling on my shirt anxiously wanting more; I know she likes it. She's coming closer, her scent makes me salivate.

"I know you want it." I say to her.

Gripping the sheets I feel weak, preparing for another round so she'll stay longer. She's close; her hands trace the scars from the accident and the virus, around my arm, around my chest.

I feel weak and she knows it.

Her fingers are tracing my lips, and I know what she's thinking. She wants to expose my secrets; she's trying to get inside my head, but I won't let her. Biting the skin of my lips, I know she can't help herself. Her skin again mine, and I know just how she likes it. She's waiting, waiting for it to come.

I feel weak, drowning in her cries as she's pulling me closer. We hide our fears and expose our lies, just how you want it.

"Rufus..." she says over and over again as her nails sink deeper into my skin.

I love the way it sounds. She's shaking, shaking to my rhythm, and it's exactly what she hungered for; exactly what I hungered for. She's about to say something, but stops herself and I'm still waiting, over and over again.

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Note: I wanted to try something different with the choppy, raw format. I needed a break from Beneath the Layers, but more is coming. ;)