Intimacy

Just a little something I wrote...trying to get back into the game. Inspired by a song, that actually has nothing to do with being intimate.... ;D


Her hands slid up his chest and he shivered at their chilly touch. The cold made him feel lonely, even as her lips met his. Her kiss was hungry; he thought, as he always did, that she just used him to feel alive. But then her lips were on his neck, nipping, kissing, and her cool hands slid lower and his thoughts became less coherent. Her kisses were a delicious poison. He wanted to cover every inch of her skin with his own. He shifted and their bodies were closer, closer, and then he was inside her. She made him feel whole and empty at the same time. Her breath was a sad sigh in his ear, yet it turned him on more than anything. She wanted him, and he needed her to need him. He was wrapped up in her spell, and he knew each time that he lost a part of himself to her, yet he kept coming back. She clawed his back, gave him the emotion he needed. His hands gripped her hips. He wished he could burn his fingerprints on her skin, to make his mark permanent. She moaned what might have been his name, but he never was sure. Their sweat mixed as they picked up pace and she gave off the faint smell of honeysuckle and things long forgotten. With every thrust he was hers. She stole the breath from his lips as he panted, as though his life was her nourishment. Together they climaxed and he felt another little part of himself go. Her body was cool when it should have been hot, and she lay beside him, her chest barely rising and falling. He covered her hand with his and she looked away. He ached; his head, his chest, his groin. He knew she wanted him to be empty, as she was, but he wanted her to stay anyway. He thought his heart would burst if she left again. He turned to speak but she was gone with the morning sun. She was always gone when he woke up, though her scent lingered on his skin. She left satisfied and he was left with haunting memories. His days were long and empty, and he lived only for sleep, when he could see her again.