Us
Alucard
You in the sunroom, you're always sitting. You're 55 now, and your hair is now fully white. Your smile lines, grow deeper, and your crows feet multiply. You remind me of a moth, bathing in the sunlight. Your hair has grown to the middle of your thigh. You have never let it grow that long. Maybe you just don't care anymore.
I come into the room without announcing myself presences. You perk up, blinking looking a me. Then go back to the paper in your hand.
I sit next to you, you put your legs up on my lap. My arms rest on your thighs. I remember you wouldn't dare get within 5 feet of me, keeping me at arms length. But now, you rest upon me, the older you get, the more you rely upon my frame. I don't mind. That's what I am here for, for you. You blink, continuing your paper. You sigh, adjusting your belt. I rub your thighs in a comforting manner. You let out a small sigh, then you look at me, over your glasses.
"Can I help you?" You ask, smirking.
"Maybe." I say, inching towards, your rump now on my thighs.
"You're cute." You say, playfully, and saracaritally.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Oh, just reading some papers." You say, leaning back further away from me.
I furrow my brow. But I don't say anything. I rub your thighs some more.
You have small, pleasant smile on your face. Your smile lines sharp. I lean over and kiss you. You shrink away, and continuing to read your paper, I frown. Your smile gone. I keep my hands on you, you don't seem to mind that. I keep trying to connect my lips with yours, But you yet, you are far away. I want to feel your warm. I finally take what I want. You squeal, in surprise, your arm pushes me away.
"Alucard!" You scold, breathlessly. "Keep your hands to yourself!" You demand, your eyes wide. "How dare you take advantage of an old lady." You arms cross, you give me look of disappointment, then a smile appears. "You should be ashamed of yourself."
I smile back. "I can't help it, you're so tantalizing." I tease.
"Is that so?" You ask, raising your brow.
"Yes."
"Come here then, It's cruel to wave food in front of a dog."
"Oh, you cruel woman." I lean down, and kiss you.