Yay, three reviews! Thanks very much, Pearli (I am always indebted to first-reviewers) and Moonjava (I think I've seen your name on other Phantom reviews.... glad you're weighing in) and of course Sephira (are you following me? :) Great to see you. So this is probably the.... (tries to think of appropriate word).... um, sexiest, maybe? Sexiest thing I've ever written. I think. Maybe. Give it a shot.
Dream Lover
In my mind I have already imagined/ our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent—
In his eyes there was a surety that she could not deny. He was hers as much as she was his. His voice echoed in her head—
What sweet seduction lies before us—
How had he crawled into her mind that way, fashioned for himself a hole in her heart that only he could fill? Didn't she have enough to deal with, parentless, alone, without this kind of dogged devotion relentlessly traveling with her? It did not sleep, this emotion. It did not tire. It did not give up. It was never-ending.
She felt his hands on her waist.
His eyes followed her wherever she went.
She removed his glove and kissed his long, perfect fingers.
He was pitiful, and sad, and proud, and unapproachable, and disfigured, and alone, and wanting. She was wanting too.
What to do? What to do?
Wasn't she in love? Wasn't one love enough in one life?
Wasn't there any end to these questions?
She asked him the last one, silently, and his eyes answered Yes.
Come with me.
Come to me.
Come.
Down.
Down.
Now.
She awoke, breathless, panting, and the next day went around with lowered gaze and blushing cheeks, unable to meet the eyes of her husband for fear he should see.