Fragments (standard:other, 779 words)
Author: Vincent Collevera	Added: Apr 09 2010	Views/Reads: 2739/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
2:30 in the morning after too much coffee and not enough sleep. Not sure what I was thinking.

She embraced him, wrapped herself around him tightly to keep him there. 
She loved how every curve of her body seemed to fit so perfectly along 
the lines and planes of his lithe, sinewy form like two pieces of the 
same puzzle slipping into place.  The feel of him, so warm and alive 
against her was like a sensation of wholeness she couldn't begin to 
describe.  It was like some part of her soul, her body, her mind had 
been missing up until now and that part was him.  The smell of him, a 
subtle but insistent musk, was like the smell of wet earth after a 
rain, or the smell of old quilts kept in a cedar chest for decades.  He 
smelled like home and felt like the memory of her favorite teddy bear 
from her early childhood. 

His kisses started soft, gently brushing across the surface of her lips,
her neck, her shoulder.  The fire started as a low smolder, building 
with each contact between his lips and her skin.  His hands were always 
so tender when he touched her ; like he would break her unless he was 
very careful.  His mouth became insistent, bringing the heat from 
within her to a feverish pitch and making her passion burn until it 
almost hurt.  When he entered her, it was like she had just risen to 
the surface of the water and taken in the first breath of her new life. 
 He filled her so completely, heart pounding and sweat dripping as they 
steadily rocked back and forth on the quickly sodden sheets. 

His moans were cries that answered questions she didn't know she'd
asked, confirmation she only knew now that she'd been seeking.  She 
felt him so deeply inside her that he pierced her soul, as though their 
coupling were a sacred union that even God could not deny.  Their 
simultaneous climax arrived with a sudden clenching of muscles, 
desperately clinging to each other as salvation came for them to wash 
them along on waves of ecstasy so intense they threatened to burn them 
to ashes with the heat. 

She opened pale brown eyes to the slanting rays of early morning sun
intruding on the sanctity of her bedroom.  Beside her, the still-damp 
sheets were strewn about and disheveled.  And empty.  She reached out, 
clawing across the fabric as though he could be hidden beneath the 
rumpled surface.  The silence of her apartment was absolute as she lay 
there sprawled and reaching across the bed like a discarded toy that 
was dropped when it broke. 

Denying the tears that welled in those pain-filled eyes, she dragged
herself out of bed and pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top 
to cover her nakedness, heading towards the kitchenette through the 
haze of tears.  The overhead light in her living room was transformed 
into a starburst beneath which she passed with leaden feet, still 
unwilling to allow the salty proof of her pain to exist beyond her 
eyes. 

Half a pot of coffee steamed silently in the machine on her counter, the
import unable to reach her through the hurt and the film of sleep that 
still covered her thoughts.  He watched her pour a cup from his vantage 
near the door, confused and afraid of this place in which he'd found 
himself.  The past few months were a blur in his memory, one thing 
fading and smearing into another with only one thing, one person 
standing out from the background with searing clarity. 

Her face was light at the end of a long dark tunnel, guiding him to
salvation.  Her body had been a benediction, feeding him with something 
he'd never realized he'd hungered for.  She was a balm to his singed 
heart, stitching the fragmented portions of his damaged mind back 
together over the last three days.  She was the strength he had to 
stand, the breath in his lungs and the pulse beating strongly in his 
chest. 

For so long he'd been in a world of murky shadows and twisted thoughts
that he was afraid of the light she shed on him.  In silence, he stood 
and watched her.  In silence did he fear the revelations she had given 
him about the nature and power of a human soul.  Never before could he 
remember a time when the walls stayed still in his sight and the light 
illuminated his surroundings with such perfect resolution.  All the 
broken shards of his psyche were mending under the ministrations of her 
hands, her body.  He was finally waking up from a long nightmare, and 
the real world scared him more than the darkness ever had. 


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