Arrhythmia
By destroy
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Part. VI

Twice in my life, time will stand still. This moment was in a room where she sat on the side of love, me on death. Her breath dispersed quickly between the one-inch spaces of our mouths, forming quick memories for me that were always on fire.

Our passing touch slowly began to pick up momentum. The pressure of her overactive lips hit mine hard, pulling me into her and knocking me down. Each time I reminded myself to breathe; she sucked the life out of me once more. My fingers were tingling and felt as though they were stretching beyond my skin; there was so much of Rose to know, but nowhere to start.

I tugged at the hem of her shirt, her warm flesh underneath fully escaped when she broke away from me and pulled the worn fabric up and over her head.

My soul was ignited. The soft glow of the flashlight and my dazed vision drew lush landscapes across her breasts; the reflection of the locket resting between the soft curves made her shine for me. Her cheeks were flush, burning pink through grey mascara stains. She sat bashful and unknowing, her pale torso heaving and yearning contact. My fingers wrapped around the delicate flesh; she gasped and returned my gesture by unclasping the silver buckle of my duty belt. Its weight fell freely from my hips and slid solemnly off the bed hitting the ground with a deep thump.

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Her heat corroded my thoughts and blinded me; the stranger spark that she had lit ran through my veins at a speed that could finally erase the hurt. By now, her head rested on the damp pillow as she fumbled to release the buttons of my shirt. Her pale lips brushed slightly against my ear, drifting past the whispers of the room that sang us a love song.

As each notch was removed, my inhibitions pressed through harder. The muted bone of her fingertips traced the under-wire of my bra, until I felt the quick release of the clasp undone; the desire spilled full-force into her hungry palms.

The delicious odor of her mouth emanated throughout the stiff air. She stared at me with ocean eyes, pulling me under as I twisted and turned beneath the ruffling waves. Bathing me, taking my life and giving me life at the same time. I felt trapped between her liquid love and the seaweed of guilt that braided itself around my legs for holding such an untouchable face.

My wounds became known, yet she miraculously healed the invisible scars that were imparted and chiseled into my soul like a block of ice. With the magic she fed me, I was finally free until I broke away from her kiss for air. My never-ending source of ecstasy glittered before me with electric lips and a fierce gaze.

Rose captivated me.

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Rough leather boots wrapped around my thighs with burning friction pulling me closer against her. I stroked her hair and kissed her lips, but there was a hard desire she lacked as she rocked her hips back and forth against mine. Taking heed, my fingertips sashayed beneath the pleated cotton of her tattered skirt and below her soft undergarments. Her head tilted back immediately, a long sigh of relief escaping from her lungs as she clutched at my scalp and pulled at my hair.

I pressed back onto her, wet tongues lashing and fighting each other, she sucked me in like she needed me and wanted me. My mind had long since abandoned the scruples of her lovesick husband when I felt her fingers slip inside of my pants.

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Images on fast-forward passed my brain and left tracers of luster. I could see myself reflected; only this time things began to make sense. Her eyelids were stitched shut with the blonde threading of her eyelashes, lips parted and trembling.

This didn't need to be love, it just needed to be. To follow this newfound sense of the summer air and the world being ours was serious.

A tingling pulse danced throughout my limbs like tiny saints spilling buckets of younger blood onto my dry veins. The vessels rhythmically opened their mouths and swallowed the fluid to the tune of Rose's moan. I could see the red gushing up throughout my body leaving color in its quick path. It reached the obstacle of her legs tightening around me but managed to push through and finally flood my heart in its entirety. Our two forms seemed to stiffen against each other like the branches of a dead tree, its last leaf blowing off into the wind and screaming my name. My body pinned this dirty angel down, catatonic and dream-like. Her teeth bit hard into my neck with an animalistic fervor that slowly loosened its grip with each thump from her bosom.

The decaying air delayed us from catching our breath. She moaned softly to herself once more, a smile dancing across her lips before she placed them on me one last time. Coming undone had made her unafraid and calm.

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For a long while there was silence, as our brains struggled to catch up with what just occurred. When I was able to think a rational thought, the passion was subdued and reality invaded the hunger in me. I wanted to run away from the fear and the pain but I knew that Rose didn't exist outside of Silent Hill. Her marriage left me distraught and there was a sad need to stay blind to the idea of reverting back to solitude. If there was a choice between death and Rose or life and emptiness, I would promise to collect the feathers and repair her wings.

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After refastening my shirt, I picked my belt up from the floor and placed its familiar weight around me. I checked the rounds in my magazine and sadly awaited the worst to disrupt our peace.

"You helped me to forget things for a moment." She spoke, untwisting her tangled top and pulling it over her head.

I slid my gun into its holster.

"You helped me forget a lot of things." I replied

The light on the ceiling continued to burn as we patiently sat together, keeping our secret of the room warm and alive. Nothing good lasts forever, but the ghost of our lust will waft in here always, dancing with the dead between the haunted walls.

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A/n – Reviews are always appreciated. Part VII to be added shortly.