Green eyes slowly opened as the sun rays came filtering softly through the blinds of the window to land on his face, warming it. At first he thought it was her. The angel from last night, and effectively, from his dreams. He lifted his head, looking to see the empty space beside him, noticing she was no longer there; he dropped his head back down on the pillow to stare at the ceiling. It couldn't have been a dream all along, could it? He thought to himself.No. the evidence is everywhere. He was of course referring to the few long black strands of hair on the pillow beside him, the empty glass of alcohol with the lipstick sitting on his night stand, and of course the stain on his sheets.It definitely was NOT a dream. Not this time. This time it was real. And it was wonderful.
He closed his eyes as a small smile played his lips as he remembered the feel of hers. So soft, like a rose petal. Her kisses were feather light yet as powerful as a storm. She nearly knocked the wind out of him with that very first kiss. Her tongue was warm and soft against his skin, but strong and powerful all at once. He lifted his hand to run it through his odd blue locks, remembering the feel of her silk strands when he would run his fingers through them, or the way they tickled his flesh when she was above him. Her skin was so smooth. So delicate. He could never touch her with too much pressure in fear that she would shatter in his arms. Her fingers traced the outlines of his muscles with the softest of touches that he couldn't contain a shiver from escaping him, even now with just the memory of it. He remembered the feel of her body as his hands traced her curves, of which she had many. Her breasts were soft and inviting. Perfect in every sense of the word. And they held the purest of pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and held strong muscles below it. He could feel them flex every so often against his own. But what they led to were the rounded hips she had. They were boney, but not too much because from them came the ever sensual curve of her behind which he could fit into the palm of his hand comfortably. Her legs however were long and smooth and he loved tracing his lips down them, leaving behind tiny kisses until he went back up to her thighs. He rolled onto his side as his memories became even more vivid as they finally brought him back to the sweet pink flesh the he could still taste on the tip of his tongue. She was so warm, and so tight. Beckoning him, inviting him into her tight embrace where his world finally came crashing down. Every movement and every sound escaping her lips caused his mind to reel with ecstasy until finally in one blinding moment they both slipped into mutual oblivion.
He shot his eyes open as the memory caused him and his lone hand to have a repeat of that very moment. But disappointingly, this time didn't even hold a candle to the real deal. Discouraged, he sat up and looked around. Lying on the floor was a small note. He bent over the edge of the bed to retrieve it before nervously opening it. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Maybe because he feared he would never see his angel again.
The note simply read, Meet me again? He smiled because he was lucky enough to know just where to meet her at again.
With a cheek hurting grin, the man jumped from his bed to ready for his day, where he was determined to find his angel once again, in his arms, in his bed, and in his dreams.