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Night Child (MF, rom)
by Quantum Leap (quantumleap01@hotmail.com)
Date: Nov 1998 



***

I first saw you in shadows, hiding from the light, surrendering brief
glimpses of ivory skin beneath wisps of dancing hair.

Standing against him, your body betrays you, not clinging but wanting,
not begging but needing. Urgent eyes darting, at him, then down, sure
of what you want, unsure of who can give it.

He turns away, melting into the crowd. Did he understand? Would he
ever? Would anyone?

You turn to look at me, suddenly, knowing that I watch you, but seeing
only night, sure that I was there only a second ago. I see smooth
expanses of translucent skin, following the plain of a perfect cheek,
then down, to the supple neck and velvet shoulder below. From this
distance, I feel the warm pulsing, increasing, faster and faster, as
you search for me with your dark eyes.

How many times have you failed? How many have accused you, wrongly? How
often have you repeated the mistakes others never make? How many lovers
gone, knowing they could never stay, at least not for long? How many
hours, weeks, years, have you befriended the pain that has become a
part of you? How often have you begged to be free of the agony that is
your life?

But I know all these things. They empty into me as your eyes peer
through the strands of corn silk, seeking me out in the shifting
blackness.

Now behind you, close enough to inhale the scent escaping through the
fragile covering of your warm flesh, I open myself to you and you turn
again, surprised at my presence, so close, so knowing.

You want to do it. I only have to push a little, suggesting with a
look. Your fingers work the row of buttons free, then shrug the blouse
from your thin shoulders. Loose, quivering breasts under bone-white
collarbones glow in the pale light of the full moon.

Stepping closer, you offer your mouth, then the contours of your
graceful neck, surrendering yourself as your eyes close, waiting.

Driven by a hunger I no longer control, I'm tasting you, salty, soft
surfaces, yielding under my tongue and mouth. Fleshy breasts, then
shoulders, then my destination, that long curve that courses with your
lifeblood. Savoring the flavor of your fear and abandon, I pause. Then,
feeling the urgency of your submission, I feast.

My thirst has conquered me. Small things make it so; the tiny pop when
I breach the skin, the salty warmth that flows, suddenly at first, then
evenly as I coax it from your body. My pulse pounds, almost unbearably,
as I drink, your white body shuddering against me.

You smile a little as you stare vacantly into the darkness, then a low
moan as your limp body trembles; finally, a quiet sigh as you let go of
your pain, chasing it into the shadows around us.

No more failures, mistakes, or lost love. An eternity to make new
alliances, not with pain, but with strength and opportunity. Now, not
a discarded soul, but a child of the night.



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"Yes, I believe, but I'd rather not pray; what I believe in I'd 
rather not say..."

QuantumLeap <quantumleap01@hotmail.com>

