Callia had fallen asleep in my arms. Our combined warmth felt good and I really didn't mind her falling asleep. I let my thoughts drift and I thought of Farah but then I focused on the one in my arms. Her body was smaller than mine but her height was a bit taller than the average woman. She smiled in her sleep as her dreams were pleasant. I kissed the top of her head. Her raven black hair shined and she had a smell about her that tingled my senses, for the first time since Hidaka had died, I was happy. I let a smile draw across my face and I sat there smiling at her for a long time. Hours passed and before I knew it, it had begun to grow dark. I moved her slightly and put a pillow under her head. I cooked her dinner and thought it would be nice to break out my last bottle of wine. I had gone through a lot of wine, but this would be the first time I drank it in celebration, celebration of a glorious friendship that kept me afloat. Dinner had been done only a couple of minutes and I had gone over to wake her up.
"Rise and shine. Dinner is ready." I shook her a little bit and she woke up. After rubbing her eyes she saw me standing over her smiling. She flashed a smile back at me and held out her hand for me to help her up. I did so but when I pulled her up she stumbled into me. I caught her and helped her gain her balanced. We both had a small laugh and moved to the table. She gasped when she saw that I had prepared dinner. She had always made me the food.
"I wanted to show you my appreciation for everything you have done for me. So I made you a special dinner." I poured two glasses of wine and handed her one, "To a friendship worth keeping. Without you, I would be nowhere." I kissed her on the cheek and took a drink. Without hesitation she sipped her wine.
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I woke up to dinner. He cooked dinner? In five years he had never made a single meal and now he was secretly cooking me dinner and pouring wine. He handed me a glass and made a toast. Then he pressed his soft lips on my cheek and gave me a kiss. He drank his wine and, not wanting to seem shocked, I quickly sipped at mine. We sat down and had our dinner and resumed our good sit, he again embraced me and let his warmth flow into me. I felt it time to ask him the question that had been on my mind,
"Umm…do you – do you think there could ever be anything between us?" It was out, quicker than I could think. What was I doing? Was this really the time to ask? Yes, it was now or never and I would not die without knowing.
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What?
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Again we sat there in silence. Perhaps I had been too bold in asking a man with his past. But as I sat there, basking in his warmth and after staring into his warm face. His strong face with soft lips that sent pure ecstasy flowing through you with deep, intense, soulful eyes and a man who, when not lamenting, was full of life and good spirit was so lustful that I needed to know. If not, then my pursuits would end and at least I would never again have to wonder what he felt about me.
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How did she expect me to answer? Truthfully? A week ago I would have said no, that the memory of Farah was too strong and that I would never have another. But ever since the other night I have felt something totally different. I guess that meant there was a possibility. As I thought about it, it occurred to me, I wanted her as much as she wanted me. With only this one thought I answered, but not with words, how could I say it? I leaned down and she looked up at me. Where her eyes wondered, I do not know, but mine focused on her lips, on her daring lips that had made the bold move that had put me under her seductive trans. She was about to apologize again but before she could get the words out I locked my lips onto hers, as I seen her look at me she then closed her eyes. I too closed my eyes and we became lost in each other, hopeless of returning to our original state of being. It felt as if it would never end, as if I never wanted it to end. We continued to kiss even as I removed my cloak. We paused only for a moment and laughed the laugh of lovers and we were both caught under each others lust. Again, we kissed, more passionately than before. I wrapped my arms around her, she put her hands over my shoulders and clasped her hands together, as if she where preventing the end of our love. I began again too…
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What was happening? I was about to apologize for my question and then – that's it! He answered my question but with no words, only passion.
We re-locked and again fell in submission to desire. He embraced me in his arms, his bare fleshed and tenderly warm arms. I wrapped my own arms around his shoulders and locked my hands together. I then unlocked my hands and ran my fingers hand through his hair. He removed his shoes and removed mine own. He helped me remove my shirt and before we knew it we were engaged in the most passionate love two people could share. I pressed my body hard against his and we gently lay down on the floor. The kissing began to shift into necking and soon there was only us. The whole world had disappeared and left us alone, together as one, locked in each others hearts with physical expression.
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Unlike the night before, Farah had not once entered my mind. All there was was Callia. And I couldn't have been happier. She moved up against me and forced me down to the ground. I began to kiss at her neck while she rubbed my bare back and ran her fingers through my hair. I moved back up to her mouth. We slid over a little to the wall where I sat up, leaning on the wall. She finished removing her shirt and undid the sash at my waist, draping it over her shoulder. She rubbed the lower part of my back and her hand went over a deep scar. She paused for a moment but quickly resumed. I wrapped my own arms around her and put one hand on her shoulder. Then, as if to tease me she stood up and began to back up. She tauntingly signaled for me to walk over to her. I grinned a sinister grin and stood up. I began to walk towards her, forgetting that she had removed my sash. My pants fell to my ankles, confusing me. I stopped for a moment and looked at my pants, there on the floor. We both laughed and I stepped out of them, moving ever closer to her. She continued to move, towards my bedroom. She entered before me and left the balcony doors open just enough for a midnight breeze. I entered the room to find her lying on the bed, waiting…
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He entered moments after I had gotten onto the bed. Again he smiled and moved towards the bed. I got on my back but before he could get on the bed I put my foot up on his chest and stopped him. He looked at me puzzled by my actions. I smiled back at him and sat up; I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of me, only after removing my own pants.
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I grinned again and put them on the floor. Then she sat up and pulled me back down on top of her. We began to kiss again, with such passion where our kisses, but the foreplay was over. That was the living room, now we were in a bed, my bed.
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He began to kiss me again, and I returned the kisses with those of desire and lust. We moved on, rolled and I began to rub my whole body along his. Our passion was unmatchable. His bare flesh along my own nude body was exhilarating and gave a sense of completion. I closed my eyes and just let things come naturally. Again we tumbled around and fell from the bed with a loud thud, me on him. The fall didn't stop anything. I stood back up, dragging him up by the lip with my kiss. We turned around and he laid his body on top of my own. He kissed my neck passionately and I wrapped my arms on his back, scratching ever so gently at it. With the slightest motion we moved, we moved in perfect harmony, in absolute unison as only lovers can. Again to my lips, but rather than kiss him I pulled back and slid my own body down. I kept my arms on his back and rolled him over, myself on top of him. I moved lower, kissing his fine muscles on his chest. I rubbed my hands up and down his arms. Quicker with ever more passion, not stopping, together, in one another, soul and body united in a display of love, unmatched, unbroken, unavoidable, instinct-able zeal.