Chapter 1 - Prologue/Joe's
It's not the thrill of the chase. It's not craving something forbidden, tabu, more than craving water, the essence of life itself. It's not even a sense of admiration combined with the beauty that she withheld.
It's the sensation of aching to the very core. And Aurora ached, to the point of being ready to give anything to not have to feel that way.
She ached to touch those brown, shimmering strands of soft hair. She ached to let her lips wander over that delicate, perfectly shaped neck. She ached to feel skin under her fingernails, to almost draw blood and hear the exquisite moans that would follow her actions. She ached, without knowing how it had happened. She'd read about similiar things, of course, although she'd never experienced immediate infatuation like this before.
The name itself lingered on her tongue like poison, refusing to be swallowed. Mal-e-fi-cent. It was always present, like the taste of coffee in her mouth after breakfast, and it stayed with her all through day and night.
And the nights that followed felt longer than ever before. Eyes staring at an empty ceiling, a mind conjuring mental images that would have driven any man insane. Tossing and turning, night after night, she found herself waiting for next day's lessons, eager to get to class for a quick fix, like a drug.
All it had taken had been one night of tobacco-smoke-filled air and the taste of alcohol. Through a crowd of desperate souls aching for anything to feel alive, Aurora had found her. The letters J,O, E and S would from this moment on be burnt into her memory, for they represented the moment that everything, that Aurora had ever known about herself, seemed to evaporate into nothingness, replaced by mental images of acts she would never have allowed herself to succumb to, before.
But before was not now. Now, she had to stand it, day through day. Lusting looks and the slow movement of her hips. A voice so hoarse Aurora felt her skin crawl with desperate need. Slender, beautiful fingers around pens of ink as Aurora craved those same fingers against her own skin. Desperate hopes of running into her in the corridors, or just maybe catching a glimpse of her in the parking lot; any situation where she could strike up a conversation would do, as long as she got to be alone with her, without distractions or anyone telling her she was out of her mind to want to pursue someone like Maleficent. She'd gone as far as to read endless amounts of Italian literature, just to make herself look smart and desirable in the brunette's smoldering. emerald eyes.
It's not the thrill of the chase. It's the sensation of aching to the very core. And in the wee hours of the morning, just like throughout the warm, soothing last day of summer, Aurora ached.
Hope you all enjoyed this little prologue, the following chapters will be very much longer, delightfully so. Review or PM for thoughts! xx - D.