A/N: Sigh. Working on my other stories has been stressful lately. I just really needed to write a little something. Something sweet and short. I've never written Dip before, but I like it as a pairing. Enjoy! :)
Once a Year
Alone, I rise from the darkness. My yearly reprieve from my kingdom – the evil home to which I am bound.
Smiling privately to myself, I imagine his face.
I imagine his blonde hair falling gently about his eyes.
Oh, those eyes!
Bluer than any ocean, any sky ever created.
I imagine his voice.
Gentle, innocent, so full of love.
No angel in Heaven could match that voice.
May they all be damned if they ever tried.
I rush through the grass. I am not patient. We're only allowed one night a year together and I will waste no second of that time.
There is a certain sleepy mountain in which we like to meet.
Where we would never be noticed.
A place that means so much to us.
Time has passed since those days as kids in South Park.
But time does not exist for us.
Or at least not as it did then.
Time for us is divided – Separation and Reunion.
Apart we suffer. Alone. Confined to Heaven or Hell. Staring at each other across Eternity and longing for a world where we could exist together.
Finally, I have reached him. He's been waiting. He's always waiting. I feel a small amount of guilt (such a foreign feeling to me) as I remind myself of what I am and what he is.
He can tell.
He can always tell.
With one sweet smile, he dispels my fears leaving only love in its place.
And desire.
I lean into him, hungrily kissing his lips, his neck.
He moans and arches to my every touch. I love the way he sounds.
Our bodies press together as my hands wind down to his pants.
Clothing softly falling off around us.
Gently I place him on top of me.
He moans louder. His face scarlet and his eyes closed.
I move up and down. Slowly at first but building faster with every gasp he breathes.
In the end he cries my name. And I his.
He falls on top of me and I run my fingers through his hair.
Moving close to my ear he whispers, I love you.
He's the only one to ever say that to me. I love you too, I answer. I wonder if he knows how much. His face is bright with happiness and I smile back. I never smile unless I'm with him.
We don't stay like this long. After all, the night isn't over for many hours yet. And many hours can be an eternity.
A/N 2: Lame title? Yes probably. It's definitely the shortest story I've ever written. Probably could be polished up a bit, lol. What did you think?