Clabastian
Ten more seconds. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
Five more breaths. Five, four, three, two, one.
Three more tears. Three. Two. One.
One more thought. I grab my sword.
They told me to do it fast and hard, Sebastian. They told me to be strong and save the world. But from what? You?
I knock on your door. You open it soon, revealing yourself in a plain shirt and dark jeans.
"Clary," you acknowledge, motioning for me to come inside.
I walk into the room, trying to find the switch.
"Don't. I like it better dark," you whisper against the back of my neck, making me doubt my courage again.
I turn around, your face still prominent even in the dark. I reach out behind you to close the door, shutting out every light in the room. The darkness makes me fear of oblivion and anxiety. But also desire. Because when you can't see, you tend to be reckless.
My hand slide up your chest, wrapping itself around the back of your neck, making you lean into me. Instantly, you grab my waist and pull me closer. You fiercely greet my lips with your own, making me shiver in pleasure. But little do you know. Why aren't you wondering why I'm not using my other hand? Desire. That's what makes you oblivious.
Our lips move against each other, eliciting both pleasure and pain. But I like it, both are strong sensations. Like fire and ice.
You push me against the door, flushing yourself against me. I try to feel every inch of your body. To memorize it just before the dawn is here. Before the sunrise. Before the light. Everything hangs in the air.
I try to hold on to every memory of your delicate fingers, running along my body. I move my fingers to your soft hair, know that I won't be able to feel that after tonight. I pull at the strands, but you don't seem to mind. And you don't seem to notice the hot tears streaming down my face.
I slowly unbutton your shirt, stumbling with one hand. You don't seem to notice why I'm stumbling. I finally get it off, throwing it to a corner of the room. You kiss me back as I run my hand over your body, almost making me forget. But the cold metal piece in my other hand keeps reminding me.
Your lips move down to my neck, making me moan in pleasure. Just one night. Your mouth moves to my shoulder, tugging at the strap of my dress with your teeth. You pull it down slightly, but I don't resist. Just one night. You lift me up, and throw me on your bed. Not that I mind. Just one night. You get on top of me, kissing me everywhere. I shouldn't, but I get lost in your kiss. I even forget what hand has the blade. Just one night.
I buck my hip against yours, wanting more and more contact. You growl in the back of your throat, and I know you want it as bad as I do.
You kiss my tears away, not bothering to ask me why I'm crying. I'm mourning for you, Sebastian. I'm grieving over your death. I bet you don't even realize that my dress is white. Never mind. Just kiss me.
It's almost time, now. It's almost time. It's easy, really. I just have to do as they told me. But do I want to? Why, Sebastian? Why us? It could have been a lot different.
The dawn. That's when I make my decision. I think I love you. But I don't think I'm allowed to. I bury my face against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. This could have been a lot easier. I look at the rising sun that's making my tears shine like little diamonds.
Ten more seconds. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.
Five more breaths. Five, four, three, two, one.
Three more tears. Three. Two. One.
One more thought. One more useless thought.
I know that this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I thought I would try this. Sorry... So hope you enjoyed this chapter, and criticism and requests are always welcomed.