Touches

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Chapter 10

I'm standing in a field full of flowers. Everywhere I look I'm surrounded by different colours. I feel as if I'm swallowed by a rainbow. There's a feeling of calmness all around me. The only thing I notice…is that it's so quiet. There's no hectic rush, no noises. Just quietness. Which is only disturbed by the gentle buzzing of an errand bee doing its work or by the chirping of crickets hopping around me.

My feet are bare and the tender touch of the grass beneath my skin makes me feel homey and safe. It's hard to describe. I somehow know that I've never been here.

But I don't care about this unimportant fact. In this second facts are superfluous. I don't need them - just being happy in my own body, the sun warming my face.

I let my hands grace the top of the leaves of grass and flowers, sometimes grabbing one and bringing it close to my face to take in the smell.

In the distance I'm able to make out the outline of a grove. Instinctively my feet take me in its direction, eager to know what's awaiting me there.

Every step I take in its direction takes me closer to new details to light my eyes; the green of the leaves is nearly sparkling, emitting an outer-worldly glow. I can see delicious looking fruit wearing down the branches with their weight. I cross the trees until I come to stand in a clearing.

I slowly turn around my axis – wanting to take in every detail of this beautiful place. My only companion's the chirping of the birds sitting up in the trees. I decide to relax a little, giving my body some time to enjoy my surroundings. I brace my back against a tree trunk and let my head sink against it. A light breeze is ruffling my hair and I can't help but close my eyes.

Calmness's everywhere.

I can't quite put a finger on the situation I last felt so peaceful and collected. This must be heaven.

My breathing's serene and contentedness is streaming through every cell of my body. A small smile has found its place on my lips, forming small dimples.

Eventually, I'm roused from my relaxed state by the noise of a small branch snapping in two. I'm not alone anymore; I'm sure, even without opening my eyes.

When curiosity gets the better of me, I slowly open the lids of my eyes as if not to scare the calmness away. But the things my senses encounter make my breath catch in my chest.

I'm slowly standing up as if to arm myself for any possible outcome.

He's slowly coming closer; his pale eyes are flecked with darker points making them stand out even more. He's making his way towards me – I stand frozen, every muscle stiff, my breath coming out gaspingly. My posture's rigid and I couldn't escape – even if I wanted to.

He stops some mere feet in front of me, looking at me with interest in his eyes. And while fear's coursing through me, I can't help but admire him. He's magnificent. The intensity of his eyes, the way he struts along confidently. No one would doubt that he's superior.

To everyone and everything.

The pattern of different colors painting his fur – there must be about a thousand different types in it – there's white and black and brown and grey and everything there's in between. He's beautiful. He's licking his teeth as if to remind me of the imminent danger he could mean to me.

And remind me, he does.

My blue eyes land on his pale, grey ones and I can't help but notice that they widen in realization. Instinct grabs my insides and twists them and somehow, the ice covering my bones has melted slightly and I begin to run desperately.

I don't want to think about what he'll do to me now that I'm actually trying to race an outgrown tiger through a forest. But I can't keep thinking as my body needs all its energy to spur me on.

I don't imagine I've ever run this fast.

I run and run and run.

But in the end, I know deep in my unconscious mind that I won't be able to escape him. I'm trapped.

And the second this thought crosses my mind, I feel an indescribable weight encountering my back and throwing me to the ground. I can feel two paws digging in my back and then everything goes black. And I fall.

As I come to I slowly open my lids, not being able to form any clear thought. What happened?

I feel as if I've been run over by an automobile.

My back's hurting and I've got a crick in my neck. I feel a warm breeze covering my face and the softness of the grass under my body. My hand pushes into my hair to put some pressure on the point of pain and happily I realize, on doing so it lessens slightly.

I slowly raise my head as to not aggravate my muscles any more than necessary as I see this peculiar eyes again. And suddenly every memory's back. Of course, I wasn't hit by a car, but by a huge tiger, bloody hell.

But I'm still alive somehow; I can't help but notice contently. Well maybe he likes to play with his pray before killing it. This outlook makes my stomach drop and nausea coursing through me.

What did I do to earn this?

I dearly promise that I'll be a good boy in the future if someone takes this bloody tiger away, please- I silently pray to a deity I don't believe in.

I press my eyelids closed as if it will shield me from every danger. Or make the tiger disappear.

I can't help my lids shooting up when I feel the softness of fur touching my face. My eyes are probably playing tricks on me because the thing they see can't be real. There he is, laying in front of me, on his side, one paw just an inch in front of my eyes, making them seem even more massive than they probably are.

His head is thrown to the side as well and he looks at me…well, how should I describe it.

Well, if a cat or a tiger could pout – this is probably what it'd look like.

He looks at me expectantly and moves his paw again, this time until the softness of his fur encounters my nose, gently – I notice astonished. His body is scurrying over the ground and as I don't react, still, he moves even closer. He crawls so close to me until his cold nose comes into contact with my neck.

Now every moment, and he'll quit his playing and kill me.

I'm quite certain.

But no vicious move happens. He pushes his head against my throat and the wet slick of his tongue makes me flinch slightly.

There's a new noise surrounding us.

He's…he's actually purring.

Just like the big cat he is, he rolls on his back as if to demand my attention. Scratch my belly, play with me…I guess that what's he'd say I he could talk. I slowly get up on my knees and reach out a careful hand towards him until it sinks into the silkiness covering his skin. It's a heavenly feeling and apparently he likes my action as the purring only intensifies in its level.

Somehow I wish that I had a ball of wool or something similar to play with it. But at the moment he seems to be quite content. I let my hand glide over his belly up to his face and scratch behind his ears. His big red tongue coming out to lick my hand in thanks.

And in the next moment I'm laying on my back, covered by a huge cat on top of me and rubbing its body against me, his head nuzzling my throat. Now, that I've overcome my fear - everything I feel is excitement and satisfaction.

I've never felt anything like this. He's calm and fluffy and so loveable. With this thought my eyes close and I'm falling into a content limbo – the last things they encounter are pale grey eyes and a delicious looking apple hanging over our heads. Even if I don't want this situation to end, it does.

The warmness of the sun tickles my nose and I enjoy it. Sleep's still weighing my bones down with its heaviness and I need to stretch them out a little. A yawn escapes my lips and I scrape my hands through the unruly mess on my head that's called hair.

But I'm not caring about it. Everything's just feeling so nice. Reality can stand back for a second longer for me to enjoy myself.

I feel something small abruptly landing on my stomach and can't help a small yelp to cross my lips, my eyes shooting open and a heartfelt laugh being wafted about by the soft breeze.

There they are again, the two things I saw before falling asleep. A delicious red, green apple is lying on my chest, ready to be devoured by me. And pale grey eyes following my every move, grinning down at me, he's ready to be devoured as well.

I answer the smile with one of my own as I bite into the apple and it tastes just as fantastic as it looks, sweet with just an edge of sourness - making my taste buds explode. He lies down beside me again. His head coming to rest on my shoulder. Black strands are grazing my ear and I can't help but feel at home and loved. The scrunching of us eating our apples is the only sound slicing through the quietness around us.

As soon as we've finished eating, his gaze lands on mine and he's taking in every feature on my face. Normally, such close scrutiny would make me uncomfortable but here, in this moment, I just feel treasured and happy.

A mischievous look clouds his eyes and I'm able to feel his warm breath covering my lips, he stops just centimeters in front of my face, wanting me to meet him halfway. And I do.

Without second thought my lips graze his and a gentle hand covers my neck, gently combing through the short hairs there which he seems to love dearly.

His other hand is lying directly on top of my heart, until he can't seem to keep his composure anymore and fists it between the buttons of my shirt as if to hold onto it.

His head leaves mine for some second to take in the much needed air. But I'm impatiently awaiting the return of his lips and air's not as important. I roll us around and slightly bite into his full bottom lip until we are united in tenderness and love again.

I really can't wrap my head around what he's doing to me.

He's simply driving me insane, my mind's in turmoil and my stomach lies in knots.

I'm feeling heat coursing through me and I never would have thought that there could be an emotion as satisfying as feeling him react likewise. I feel his hardness pressing against every inch of my body. It's as if I'm on fire. And I love every second of it. I moisten my bottom lip until he claims it again and my tongue slides hotly against his. I think I have to stop for a second or otherwise there will be forest fires.

I reluctantly push him away an inch and open my eyes softly to enjoy his features. He's never been more beautiful to me – his cheeks flushed with desire, his lips glistening in the sun and his eyes sparkling with his affection.

That's what heaven must feel like, I'm sure.

My body sinks boneless into the soft green grass again and he follows my example.

For a moment there's just our slowly calming breaths and over us the leaves of the trees rustling lightly.

This is perfection. I just stare into the sky until the outline of Thomas crosses my vision again, for a second all I see is his black shadow in front of the sun and I'd happily go blind with this being the last image to encounter my eyes.

His voice's still rough from excitement, and I'm certain that this is my unrivaled favorite tone of his, as he speaks: "Let's stay here forever, Jam." A gentleness in his eyes telling me that he means it. "Love you" He adds as if on afterthought when he lowers his head again to place a loving kiss on my cheek and pushes his head on his place between my shoulder and my ear, taking a deep breath, his arm tightly wrapped around my belly.

And in this moment the best truth is – that with him this will NEVER be an afterthought.

"That's how life should be!" I agree with him.

We cuddle even closer together until we can't make out anymore where his body ends and where mine begins. Not as if this is of any importance at all.

And like this we enjoy this instant and hope it'll last forever.

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