A/N: This series takes us through the alphabet twice. The first time through is set randomly pre-marriage; the second time through takes place after the men are in an established relationship, post-marriage.
A is for Awake
In the dark of the office I grab the last of my things; the end of a long work day. Alone, quiet, still. I'm restless tonight, as if I know what's coming. As if I've been waiting, anticipating the hour, the minute, the second it will happen.
I look to Mr. Dunbar's door; he's gone home hours ago, of course he has. He always has, and I'm left to take care of whatever scraps of business remain at the end of the work day, had I not been forced into accompanying the man to some bar seeking women of a particular ilk.
No, not tonight. Tonight I'm alone.
Yet there's a distinct presence in the dark of the office. A distinct heat...it wills me to stay, as if I know it's calling to me. Begging me to stay, imploring me.
Seducing me.
I walk slowly to the front of my desk; I turn a slow circle, seeking the heat, seeking the figure looming over me. I'm facing the desk now. My breath catches. Someone...is walking up behind me. Hearken, footsteps, shallow and soft and not at all menacing.
Seductive.
All at once, hard hands grab me from behind, someone's arms wrapping about my waist and pulling me against them. The embrace is taught and rough and not without a sense of passion, a drive, a heat, it builds throughout the both of us, connecting us as one.
My head lunges backwards, willing the other's head forward, against the nape of my neck. Come to me; come into me. I've lashed an arm back in an attempt to embrace the figure who has me so enraptured, gripping me ever tighter against a body bent on...destruction.
Carnal, destructive energy, yet the ultimate in creation, the ultimate united force. Otherworldly and intense, the most divine passion I have yet to experience on this sphere. A growl emanates within my ear and shivers down my spine, I am rendered senseless, I am rendered uncontrollably sensually comatose, I cannot fathom the depths of this sexual divination.
I must embrace the singular soul who has so awoken this feeling within me, I must, I must, dear heart, please release your grip upon me, let me look upon your face and taste the sweet nectar of your crimson lips!
I spin within a loosening grasp and stare upon a face full of pure love and devotion. I see the face; I recognize the face; our lips embrace with a force beyond that of any kiss known to mankind, shattering into a million pieces, shattering into-
Timmy awoke in a cold sweat; he yelped, thrusting a hand upon his mouth, eyes threatening to exit his skull if it would even dare chance erase the vision in his head.
His voice emerged then, a horrified squeal in the still of the night: "It was Russell..."