I stretched and got up, dragging my leather jacket behind me as I headed out the door. It was cold, for an April day, and my thin t-shirt and jeans wasn't going to cut hanging out on the top of a hill with a cutting wind going. I turned the key and the music pounded around me, I needed it. It had been too long since I had been myself, I glanced in the mirror, my eyes rimmed in copper, my hair down. I wasn't his witch anymore. I looked….unsettlingly normal. From velvet, leather and lace to tie dye, white cotton and jeans, it was a strange metamorphosis I went through. I shifted through the gears and smiled as I traveled roads I had once known and loved so well, I shifted into fifth gear and pressed the pedal to the floor, loving the feel of being so reckless, yet so in control. It made the trip a short one, and I pulled into the cemetery, pausing to flick the remote to a softer, more somber song. Respect for those that had walked among us, and those that still lingered close when we came to seek solace in their memory.
I parked next to the mausoleum and found the marker for my beloved friend, tracing my fingertips over the letters carved into the cold stone. It sent chills up my spine. The sun was setting, and I was alone here still, in the silence of a place forgotten. I went to my car and got out my bag, lingering on the way the sun looked sinking into the hills, this was home, after all. I unpacked the blanket, and spread it out before the spot where that name was carved, taking out a single candle and lighting it. This was for the old days. I fell silent, letting the wind caress my shoulders and feeling my nipples harden under the t-shirt. I wanted to feel like that stone, chilled and silent. I was thinking about things and watching the flame of the candle dance when he walked up behind me. I hadn't heard him coming, and even though I had been expecting him, his touch made me jump.
"Afraid of the dark, are you?" I loved the way his voice wrapped around words. This tall, dark eyed boy who I didn't really know. I let the world still around me and sneaked a look at his aura, it was a beautiful thing, vibrant teal and yellow, tinged with crimson. I liked it, liked the energy of him. Simple as that. He nodded to the name and took a seat beside me, and when his hand brushed mine, all I could think was how warm he was, despite the chill wind. How alive, and unafraid, untouched by the cold of nature, of death.
"Never afraid. What have we to fear but fear itself?" I smiled and dug in the pockets of my jacket beside of me for the flask I'd brought out of traditions sake. I opened it, and took a slow drink, letting the brandy slide down my throat and enjoying the burn of it. I passed it to him, watching as he drank, noticing how the liquid clung to his lips. He smiled, and I leaned into him. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to hear him talk, and he indulged me, talking about everything and nothing until the sky was black, and the stars shed what light there was other than the flame of the candle that danced in front of us. I turned to watch him talk, and he slid down on the blanket, laying there, gazing at the stars. He was a pretty boy, the term man didn't seem to apply to him. Almost six foot tall, he was on the lean side. His black boots glistened, and his black jeans matched the blanket we were resting on. I noticed his talking had slowed, but I continued my appraisal of him, looking up his lean legs to where his jeans fit snugly and then up to his chest, and the way his shirt was stretched tight across it. I liked the way his hair touched the collar at his nape, and I even liked the way the ring below his lip looked, it suited him, and his dark eyes were watching me when I met his gaze.
"Like what you see?" his voice was uncharacteristically quiet. I nodded and nearly blushed as his eyes took in a similar survey of me. I reach for my jacket beside of us and he grabbed my wrist. " I let you look at me as long as you wanted. What's the matter, are you afraid?" I took a deep breath and shook my head. "I'm not afraid of anything." His fingers gently stroked the inside of my wrist as he held me still, I straightened by shoulders, and held my head up, and straightened my back, daring him.
"Nice, thrust your chest at me." He smiled and I tried my hardest not to blush. I knew my nipples were already hard from the chill, but I was feeling so warm suddenly and when his eyes lingered on my shirt, I reach for the flask and took another swallow, grateful for the distraction. His hand left my wrist and went to my shirt, he tugged it softly up, and then his fingertips gently tweaked the gem at my navel. "So you do have it, I thought you were bluffing." He tugged at the barbell playfully.
"I never bluff." It wasn't the whole truth, but it was what I was feeling. I had had enough of his scrutiny, and enough of being remorseful for the past. I reach out and traced the name on the stone in front of us, and then turned to him. I leaned down over him, and hesitated only a second before brushing his lips with mine. I licked his lower lip and he wrapped his arms around me, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I think time stopped as his tongue dueled with mine. I felt his grip tighten and he rolled me beneath him, I laid back, breathless. He started to say something, but I brought my fingertip to his lips, not now, not some meaningless chatter, is what I hoped to imply. He simply nodded and his hands slid over me, to the edge of my shirt. When he slid his hands underneath it, I couldn't help but sigh, his hands were no longer so warm, and the chill caused me to shiver. He played with me, tracing patterns over the skin my skimpy bra didn't cover, and only now and again lingering over my nipples that were all too obvious despite the thin bra and shirt. Every time he happened to stroke one, I had to bite my tongue not to moan. I heard him laugh, a deep rich sound. "Like that, do you?" I heard the words and closed my eyes, I straightened up, and tugged the shirt up, and off, letting it fall where it would. His hands beat me to the clasp of my bra. It came free and he pulled if off quickly. He tossed it aside, and cupped my breasts in his hands. He played with my nipples until I couldn't help but whimper and close my eyes to enjoy the cold air and his only slightly warmer hands. He pinched at one slightly and I gasped. I pushed upwards against his hands, and felt his mouth close around my right nipple, his tongue flicked across me and I had to shift the way I was sitting. I let myself fall back, pulling him with me as his mouth suckled on me. I moaned as he pinched my other nipple while biting the one fastened in his mouth before switching sides. I arched to meet his mouth, gasping when his teeth bit down. I wanted him so badly, and when I opened my eyes, I was looking at a tombstone only ten feet from where we were. I smiled wickedly, and thought of something I'd read about a man looking from his window to see a hospital, a whorehouse and a cemetery, and saying that was all he need know of life- that he was born, that he knew pleasure and that some day he would rest.
