It is the afternoon. You run through the rain with him, his hand tightly holding onto yours. The rain is beating down on you both vigorously. You step in puddles of mud and water on your way to the circus. You look at your feet, and then behind yourself. The sky, in it's darkening shadow, casts an invisible wall in between where you are and where you used to be. You sigh, closing your eyes. You look up to see the circus arc ahead of you. He tightens the grip of your hand as you run underneath it. You run for what seems like hours, passing several tents, until finally, you reach the destination of his choosing… a tent in the first tier area of the circus. He opens the flap of the tent, politely holding his arm out… escorting you inside. You clasp your hands together and walk inside, somewhat nervous. The inside of the tent is sky blue. On your right, there is a pearl colored vanity with makeup on it. On your left, another vanity resides, also with makeup on it. Next to this vanity is a sky blue colored bed with white sheets underneath and white pillows. The bed is very big and takes up a good majority of the room. On the other end of the tent, there is a white screen blocking the other side of the tent. It appears to have things behind it. You find the room to be very beautiful. You stand there for a minute, looking at everything in awe. You take a step forward, not sure what to do next.
"What do you think?". You turn around. He walks in, closing the flap behind him. You blush, not sure what to say.
"Think of what?".
"This room of mine! Hell, it probably makes you wanna crawl under the covers… er… I mean, hole! Yes… yes! Hole… that's what I meant…", he laughs, correcting himself. You find yourself blushing again.
Yeah… that's what you meant, alright…
You look down. You frown. He walks past you, towards the screen. He waves his hand in the air as he is walking.
"Take a seat…". You look around. The only known chair is… the bed. You blush again. You slowly walk over the end of the bed and, hesitantly, take a seat. You put your hands on your lap. You look at them with a frown. He walks behind the curtain. He turns on an oil lamp that is behind the curtain. "I'm sorry I don't have any clothes for you…". You look up in shock. You turn your head in the direction of the curtain. "I WOULD let you wear some of my old clothes, but they're just too drabby… knowhata mean?", he says, unbuttoning his vest from behind the curtain and looking down. You try to control yourself from watching him undress… but it is hard.
"Uh… y-yeah…", you say, mentally slapping yourself in the face and looking forward. You start to sweat a little. You hear his wet vest fwap on top of the curtain.
"I'm happy you understand, but it still bothers me… I don't like the idea of you in a drenched dress…". You look at the curtain again. This time, he is unbuttoning his shirt. You look at the curtain with thirsty eyes. "It's probably very uncomfortable…".
"Huh…", you say, drooling slightly. You mentally slap yourself again, shaking your head. "YEAH! Yeah no, it's not that uncomfortable…", you exclaim, looking forward again. You sigh, closing your eyes.
"Haha, right… that's what they all say…". You open your eyes. You slowly turn your head towards the curtain. "JUST TO BE POLITE!". His head pops out from the left side of the curtain. You quickly turn your head back to the front, a drop of sweat running down your face. He smiles and goes completely behind the curtain again.
"Who's they?", you say, frowning shamefully.
"All the ladies, of course! We all know that behind that dress is…".
"A corset?", you say, assuming that would be his joke.
"Haha, no… I was gonna say a deafening soul, but now that you said that, I won't have to find out for myself, eh? At least… that part of it…", he laughs. You pout, crossing your arms.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever…", you say, a little angry.
"Say… can you hand me that shirt over there?", he says, pointing his finger towards the vanity. You get up from the bed. You walk up to the vanity and grab the white long sleeved shirt on it. You walk to the screen, holding the shirt out to him. He grabs your wrist. Shock runs through your body.
What is he gonna do? Pull me in?
He walks his fingers down your wrist and hand. He reaches the shirt, taking it from you.
"Thank you.".
You slowly move your hand back. It reaches the side of your body. You walk back to the bed, taking a seat at the end again. You put your hands on both sides of you, pressing them on the bed. You look forward, in the mirror of the vanity.
"So you live here, huh?".
"Yep. All my life… well, the good majority of it, anyway… it's rather morbid…".
"Oh? I find it to be very quaint…", you say, looking around. He laughs.
"Well, that's your opinion… but if you had to live here for as long as I have, you would find it most unsuitable… being surrounded by rats, that is…".
"Rats?".
"You know… those men in tents… all vermin, all vermin…", he says with a laugh.
"You sure do talk big about your family…", you say, laughing.
"Well, someone has to!", he says, wiping his cheek with a towel and coming back from behind the screen. He is wearing his white shirt and black Capri type pants. His shoes are off, revealing just his socks. You look at him… shocked. His hair is still wet but his makeup has… washed off! He looks just like he did… when you first met him… you stare at him as he approaches you, still wiping the towel on his face. He pulls a stool from underneath the vanity in front of you and takes a seat, facing you. He puts his hands in between his legs on the stool, slightly leaning forward. His legs are on both sides of the stool. He looks at you with gleaming eyes for a minute, waiting for you to say something. You blush, not knowing what to say. You use your right hand to squeeze water out of a few strands of hair, moving your fingers down the strands. You keep doing this, still not knowing what to say to him. He notices what you are doing. "Here… let me try this…". He lifts his towel and places it on top of your head, holding onto each end with both hands. His head is really close to yours now. He starts to wipe your hair with his towel, but then does something different… he stops. He looks into your eyes, his hands still holding onto the towel. He closes his eyes… he moves his lips towards the right side of your neck… when he reaches it, he starts to nuzzle on your neck, kissing it and such… you feel the pressure of his lips on your neck… and it is marvelous… and yet… seemingly inappropriate… he pushes both sides of the towel down slowly as he nuzzles… you push against his chest, preventing him from falling flatly on your body. You head touches the bed. His hands let go of the towel and press down on either side of you. He moves in closer to your body… your elbows slightly bend in each time he comes closer… slowly… forfeiting… they bend completely… your hands are flat on his chest. You close your eyes. You move your hands slowly to the sides of his chest… your head is tilted to the left… and your mouth is slightly open. He stops… he slowly opens his eyes. He slowly moves his lips away from your neck… his body follows. He looks at you as he is moving up, slightly smiling. Your hands fall from his chest. You look up at him, your head still on the bed. You place your arms on both sides of your body. You frown. You get up… he is sitting on the stool again. You put your hands on your lap.
"You… look just like you did… nine years ago... the person… I didn't really understand… then how is it… when you look this way now… I know… I feel like, I know… everything about you?", you say quietly, moving to the other end of the bed and leaning against the pillows. He gets on the bed. He moves up to you, your body in his shadow.
"Perhaps it's because… we never had the chance… to do what we are doing now...", he says, moving his left arm behind your shoulder. He looks at you with gleaming eyes. You smile.
"If doing this is wrong, I don't know what is right! I love you with all my heart… Joker… there's no one I would rather be with… than you…", you say, feeling his cheek with your right hand.
"Not even a noble man… or a duke… or an earl?", he whispers, slowly moving his hand up your shoulder to your neck.
"Not even… a king… could take me away… from you…". You move his head closer to yours. You close your eyes and give him a passionate kiss. You feel warm inside… your body is burning up with desire. He moves away from your lips after a minute. He kneels on the bed, slightly towards your left. You get up a little, your head still leaned against the pillows. He looks in your eyes.
"Are you sure I'm what you want?", he says, looking at you with a smile. You move up to him, kneeling, as well. You look at his chest and start to unbutton his shirt… from the top… one by one… very slowly. You have unbuttoned the shirt. You look into his eyes.
"You're everything I've ever wanted… and more…", you say, wrapping your arms around his waist from underneath his unbuttoned shirt. You both close your eyes. You passionately kiss each other. You are on his lap, your legs on both sides of his. You feel the warmth of his body against yours and the sweat coming from his chest. You both release the kiss. He slowly licks your lips with his tongue, his eyes still closed.
"Why didn't you tell me this before I put a new shirt on?", he whispers, smiling and with a slight laugh. You smile, your eyes still closed, as well.
"I wanted you to do the same to me… to know how it feels to have the person you love unbutton your constriction…", you whisper… your breath warming up his cheek as you speak. He smiles.
"Well then, this ought to be fun… removing the pressure from your skin piece… by piece… by piece…", he whispers, wrapping his arms around your body and slowly… passionately… unbuttoning the buttons from the back of your dress… and as he does this, his body moves closer to yours… pushing you back to where you were before… him on top, you between he and the bed. You embrace each other in love… he kisses your forehead and moves down the side of your face to your lips… he sometimes nuzzles your neck, kissing and biting… you do the same to he… kissing his cheek… his forehead… his shoulder… his lips… he moves his hand through your hair, feeling it's softness… you move your hands through his hair, feeling everything from the clips to his bleached tips in the back. You feel the back of his neck and embrace… he feels the back of your neck and embraces. He kisses the top of your chest… you kiss the top of his chest. The warmth you feel against his body is like that of a fire… ever burning… the flame of his passionate lips engages in your love for each other… and through it all, he reminds you, whenever he gets close enough to your ear, "I love you… _...".
This is your love… this is it's fire… he is your desire…