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Chapter 2

Inside the small apartment, time stood still and there were no lights. Every corner, inside the four walls was covered in darkness. Silence reigned all around.

He lay still in bed, only covered by a thin sheet and a cover that barely protected him against the chilling air of the night.
Once again, his body would toss and turn, desperately searching for a comfortable position.

Every night, he came home to an empty apartment with an empty bed, seeking comfort and a peaceful sleep in between the sheets, sleep that would bring closure to a hard working day.

So, he would just stand there, allowing sleep to come and wash the tiredness away. His body would immediately relax in contact with the soft mattress, his limbs screaming with pain. If only his brain would allow itself to rest...

In fact, lately he had found himself awake, in the dead hours of the night, thinking... just thinking.

For as much as he thought, it seemed that his mind would always wander in the same direction, no matter how hard he fought against it. A certain forensic anthropologist paraded in his thoughts, dancing all night in his dreams, haunting his present and future.

It has been so long since he had last seen her. Even after he was back to his work and apartment, no investigations had come for them to work. And even though he wanted it desperately, it seemed wrong of him to go around and kidnap her from her work just for his ultimate contentment.

For now, he would close his eyes and think of hers. Light-blue orbs that shone with delight over the simple things in life, and how he felt the luckiest of men, when they were turned in his direction. There, he would be able to see them through, he would see her soul, deprived of fear, and if he looked close enough, he would be able to see his own reflection.

Her scent would fill his nostrils, like a warm breeze in a summer night. She smelled of fresh flowers and cherries. That was the scent that invaded his brain, causing an overload of senses, and he would not have to open his eyes to know that she was near.

And of course, her whole structure. What a beautiful body she had. Healthy and with a rosy blush all over. A slender figure that hide the most secret mysteries for him to discover.

Those were some inappropriate thoughts for a partner to have, and he knew it very well. But what was a man to do when he was paired with a beautiful and brilliant woman. He couldn't help it; no one can help to think like this when they are in love.

"I'm in love..." he whispered to the empty room, letting out a quiet laugh full of sadness. "Almost since the beginning."

The eyes, the scent, the touch, he longed for all in that moment, in this bed. His mind was constantly assaulted by her figure, his ears could hear that soft laughter of hers, and there was the perfume that enveloped and drove him over the edge. But he always remained alone.

In nights like this, he would picture her knocking on his door, eyes beaming with raw desire, moving with feathery-like paces in his direction. Floating to his arms like a dream, collecting petals and fuel from his innermost desires. Beautiful, like she would always be. Their bodies would mingle and tangle with each other.

His mind would overwhelm him with imaginary pieces of white flesh and whispers he was eager to hear.

How bad he wanted to discover how good they would fit together, because deep inside he knew that with her, he too, would learn a new concept of passion and love.

"If only she felt the same…."

His body ached for her touch, unbelievably so. Longed to be touched and displayed the same attention she gave to the skeletons in her lab. He knew that those skilled hands would gently discover the paths in his hardened body, only for his pleasure.

And it was so hard to resist temptation. It was enticing, the power that she had, even in his mind eye, to provoke such a desire and wanting. He would think about touching himself, free his body from the agonizing pain, but it was so easy and so brief the release, so unfulfilling. As much as it was good, he felt dirty in the end, just knowing that he was thinking about her.
That woman would be the death of him.

Tonight he just rests there, alone in the cold sheets, thinking about her. His strong hands gripping the sheet beside him. It was going to be a long night, like the many others he had had, since he discovered how deep was his attachment and desire for her. How vast was his love for her.

His heart ached and cried in silence, knowing that, maybe, he would never be able to touch the unreachable goddess-like figure that was the woman he loved.

He sighed in sadness, moving around once more. His eyelids closed again, this time allowing him to drift into stillness.

A soft knock on the door woke him from the intense reverie playing in his head, bringing him back into reality.

Knock, knock...
Who's there?
Sorry, this was ever so short, but I promise the next two ones will be full of fluffyness and a lot longer than this first ones.
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