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Subject: {ASSM} <*>Wonder by Sasha (mf, rom)
Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2000 21:10:06 -0500
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Codes: mF, rom
Wonder
She sat next to him. Close. Almost touching. Not quite.
Touching wouldn't be required to see the game on the laptop he played.
Fighting evil, reaving souls. Another blood sucking freak dispatched by his
quick fingers. She murmured appreciatively.
The kids were in bed. Asleep. Dreaming toddler dreams. Innocent.
It wasn't too long ago that she'd affectionately called him one of the kids.
Lumped him in with the youthful tribe that regularly assaulted her house.
Most were eighteen. A few verged into their twenties. Barely. But that
was before.
Before what? When had it changed? She watched the tattered wings of the
dead vampire fill out as Nathan glided the video character across a stretch
of water. She shook her head slightly.
"What?" he asked, manipulating the keyboard with ease.
"Just amazed at it all," she replied, not untruthfully.
Amazed was perhaps an understatement. She, who was to turn 32 in mere days,
was completely infatuated with a mere boy of 18. It was more than physical,
and less than love. Somewhere in-between. Which made it all the more
difficult to define. Without a definition, impossible to categorize.
The computer clicked as he paused the game.
"Nicotine fix, Sasha?"
"Umm, yes."
She rose and followed him to the back porch. Everyone called it the smoke
deck. She didn't allow smoking in her house. A smoker who couldn't stand
the smell of old smoke.
Another contradiction.
He leaned close offering his torch. She inhaled as the end glowed hot,
taking the smoke into herself.
"I don't know why you smoke those. They aren't worth the time," he said as
he lit a Camel.
"Because I'm under the delusion that if I smoke ultra-lights I won't die of
cancer as quickly."
"My mother thinks that too."
"Thanks," she said wryly.
She reminded him of his mother. Great. Now she felt very old. Older than
merely fourteen years older than the object of her. . .
Her what?
"Sash? I didn't mean that how it sounded. You're not remotely old. You're
the shit, really."
"Uhh, thanks again?"
They talked about who they knew in common. His ex-girlfriend. His home
town. His classes. She knew more than she supposed others did.
The smoke curled upwards then out the open door. She tapped the butt of her
still smoldering cigarette into the soda can.
She wasn't that old. She still didn't own an ashtray.
Nathan stepped outside to get two iced beers before joining her back on the
couch. She silently took the beer he handed to her and opened it, drawing
slowly on it as he sat next to her. Closer.
Closer? Her imagination.
His knee nudged hers lightly. Her heart skipped and she nearly choked on
her beer.
Nathan raised an eyebrow quizzically as she tried to cough delicately,
instead of the sputtering hack she knew lurked deep down.
"You okay?"
"In a moment," she whispered as the tickle finally began to resolve.
The game was still paused. His hands hovered closer to her. The laptop
balanced precariously as he patted her back. He'd touched her only a few
times. Once when she'd been crying over the final break with her father.
His thoughtfulness had touched something in her.
"I'm fine," she said a little desperately.
The eyebrow arched further but the hand withdrew. The laptop tottered.
Steadied. The game once more the focus for his hands. His thoughts once
more reaving souls. Collecting the dead.
Wasn't that what he'd done to her? Stolen a soul somehow? Or had he merely
set a dead soul free? Hadn't it already been free? Had it always been
dead?
Their thighs now rested against one another. Relaxed. Comfortable. As if
they were somehow apart from their bodies. Separate in their own new found
union. Crazy.
She thought about moving. Decided against it. He might compare her to his
mother, but she wasn't going to turn down a harmless thrill.
The game continued. His energy waxed and waned. Reaving souls and gaining
power, killing vampiric foes.
"Smoke break," she murmured as she reluctantly pulled her sensitized leg
away.
He pushed a button, set the laptop aside and stood quickly just as she did.
Close.
So close.
Face to face. She froze.
The moments oozed into one long stretch that she wished would never end.
She watched as Nathan swallowed hard. The pulse in his throat quickened as
she continued to stare at it.
Close enough to breath in his distinct fragrance. Male. Man. Or boy?
Fourteen years between them. So close they were almost touching.
He wasn't completely an innocent. He'd told her that. She knew the girl's
name. Envied her.
Her eyes closed for a fraction of a moment. This wasn't happening. Merely
a figment of her overstimulated imagination. Hormonal. She opened her eyes
in response to an internal proximity sensor.
Eyes wide open, he leaned closer.
Eyes wide open, it was she who swallowed hard this time. She could never
make the move. It wasn't done.
What would she do if he made that first move? Run? Laugh? Faint? Lean
closer and let him touch his mouth to hers?
The moment stretched ever longer. Her heart pounded and her loins throbbed.
Agony. Anticipation. Ecstasy. Converging all at once.
She knew. She'd seen the look on his face once before. That was the
dividing point. Before and after.
Wonder.
She nearly laughed and cried all at once. The shock of his breath in her
mouth stopped both emotions and flooded her with desire. Heat infused
every part of her being.
He looked ready to fall upon her at any moment, yet terrified of the
consequences. Frozen, yet liquid with fire.
She leaned.
The look on his face as their lips touched was priceless to her. Eyes
closed. Mouths opened hungrily upon one another. His strong, youthful frame
pressed hard against her, arms pulling her impossibly close. Her lithe body
hummed with need.
Clothes were shed and when all was said and done, he sat on the couch
waiting for her. She straddled his gorgeous frame, sitting slowly upon his
manhood. Near innocence and she held it within herself.
He touched her with reverence. Fascinated by her. Nearly struck dumb by
his own audacity and the impossibility that it'd come this far.
She reached down and gently took his hands, placing them at her hips before
leaning down and enjoying his mouth once again. Her hair fell in a chestnut
curtain over them as he finally moved upward. Deeper.
She drew back on the verge of climax, tossing her hair away from her face.
His marvelous eyes were open, dazed but focused. His face full of amazed
pleasure as he flooded her with his own tribute. She leaned back, thrusting
her pelvis hard against his hips and lost herself in the moment, screaming
silently in release.
Relishing the gift of wonder.
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