Locke

The Terrified Light

I'm going to tell you a story. I've told it to countless people so far, probably to the same person more than once without knowing it. That's forgivable, I'm old. I doubt your gonna get anything out of this story other than a hard-on, but that's okay. I'm not telling it for you.

I woke up alone in my room. The windows were open and there was a soft breeze dancing with the curtains. I felt good cause I'd slept in. If I'd slept in, it meant I'd gone to sleep late and if I'd gone to sleep late, it could only mean one thing.

I sat up and took in a deep breath and yanked the sheets off of me. I was as naked as I was giddy over the thought of a new day. I stuck my legs over the side of the bed, then let myself fall back down on the bedsprings. I sank back into the bed for but a moment and before it's soft embrace could lull me back to sleeping in and wasting the morning away, it threw me out like a angry husband who'd caught me with his wife. I took in another large whiff of the morning air and stretched. Oh yeah, I felt good. I looked down at the bed and found it empty.

Celes had already left on her errands. I was alone in the house, hungry and naked. I only needed to solve one of those problems.

With a rush of new day vigor I was out into the hallway and gliding down the railing of the stairs towards the kitchen, being none the worse for the trip, but I'd hafta remember to wipe it down now before going back up. Naked as I was, it probably would've been even more important to go down the stairs with more care, but then again if I'd been in a state of mind to realize that, I probably would have gone back into my room and put on a robe like a sensible fellow. I was happy and if you don't know why by now then you need to hear this story more than anyone else.

As I danced about the dining room a fragrance flowed across my nostrils and I fell still and silent. It was an intoxicating aroma that made me lightheaded, but it was not the smell of my beloved Celes.

She was out doing errands.

It was quickly apparent to me that the smell was originating from the kitchen and as quietly as possible, I crept up to the doorway. I was filled with an intense feeling of anxiousness that made my spine practically shiver, but I couldn't tell you why. The moment just seemed so damn tense. I couldn't hear anything: no movement, no birds chirping, not even the wind that had woken me up but a few minutes before. Slowly and ever so cautiously, I entered the kitchen. I was still naked by the way.

I stopped stunned as my eyes fell across the prettiest vision I'd seen all morning. She looked absolutely beautiful, though I'd never seen her before. She looked familiar enough, they all tend to look the same really. She wore a neat little waxy get up, that was see-thru but made everything underneath hazy and difficult to make out. Not all of her was covered though, a tiny little corner sneaked through and exposed everything I liked about her. I don't know where she came from, but I could guess easy enough. Her fragrance hit me full force then and it almost knocked me backwards. It was that more than anything else that did a number on me.

A rush of feelings overcame me all at once and I felt rather dizzy. There was a deep lust like I didn't think I could feel and a giddiness, like a lil kid discovering a brand new toy, and all while these emotions whirled around in me one thought kept on repeating in my head in a dazed and monotone voice that my mind used when struck with an impulse to big for it to take in one bite.

Celes is out doing errands.

The danger was more enticing than the desire itself. The possibility of getting caught was so…so…oh I don't know, words can never describe it can they? But there was also that other feeling that's as old as man…as old as animal. That feeling of a wall stopping you from doing what you want, telling you don't do this and then being able to just knock it down. To take a barrier and destroy it and you become just a little bit closer to freedom. Now I tell you, how can you resist that?

I smiled a mischievous little smile. I was hungry.

She didn't move and ignored me. Teased me. I slowly walked into the kitchen right up next to her so that it's be impossible to deny my presence. Slowly my hand reached down onto the counter and slid over the side and down over the top drawer handle. Slowly I opened up the drawer and took out the spatula (I don't use my hands if I can help it, I find it messy and uncivilized). I kept my eye on her the whole time still with that smile on my face as if I knew one of her deep, dark secrets.

I rotated the spatula between my fingers staring at her with eyes that were desperate with want. But I hesitated and was in doubt. I knew what was going to happen if I went any further, crossed that invisible (but very real) threshold. It's like a portal, you take that one step that doesn't take you in, but once you take it, the pull of it alone will be enough and there'll be nothing you can do but shrug your shoulders and enjoy the ride. You don't go back after that. At that moment, it was almost painfully real to me. I knew what was going to happen. I knew what Celes would do if she found out, if she caught me. But even more real than that was another simple fact repeating in my brains whose meaning was growing more and more powerful.

Celes is out doing errands.

I didn't step over the line, I took a running leap over it. I never go half-assed on anything. With almost animal like violence, I gripper her dress and ripped it off her, tossing it aside as if it were annoying spider webbing. Then I brought the spatula upon her to be used it as it was meant to be used. As I did my work, I flew open a cupboard and grabbed a plate. It was over practically before it began and with a quick jerk of the arm, my work was done and a nice two inch square section of the brownie Celes had baked that morning was sittin on my small plate. Man oh man, she was gonna kill me when she found out. It was for tonight after dinner only.

Oh but it tasted good! All breakfasts should be like this.

I finished it up with nary a speck of cake on my lips or around my mouth. The plate and fork were washed clean of any incriminating evidence and set in the exact spots from whence I'd taken them. I picked up the wax covering placing it back exactly the way it was before (including the part that exposed the lil bit o brownie in the first place). All was as it was before, except of course the two inch square hole that stood out like a sore thumb in the tray.

I probably should have turned a paler shade of white right then, but I didn't. It was a nice day, and I didn't want to ruin it so early in the morning. Celes was outside doing errands, so she was being bombarded with it's loveliness to a far larger extent than I had, and for much longer too. I was sure that would work in my favor when she got home.

Was she gonna hurt me? Yes. Tan my hide six shades of red? Absolutely. Tie me down and show me who was in charge? You bet your ass. Was there anyway I was gonna get by this evening without her doing everything she was capable of just to make me sorry? Not so far as I knew. There was no question that woman was gonna be brutal with me, absolutely merciless when she found out and as I leaned against the kitchen wall still dizzy with after-brownie bliss, I suddenly felt an intense need to take a very cold shower. So I ran back up the stairs and did just that.