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"Byboth ently besidemy nose as he lowered himself, warm and solid, on top of me
"If I make love to you now, it’ll be noon before I leave this place"
"Ha! Yeah, right It’s been teeks since we had sex, David, it’ll probably only take three le, and the way his fangs shohen he rolled his head back like thatpast his lips His laughter ceased, trickling away to a soft sently ran a hand up ot so for the rest of today"
I giggled, nuzzling my nose into the skin below his neck "I don’t plan on walking for the rest of the year So you can do whatever you want to me"
He pulled back a little and looked down at s like that,playful"
"I don’t like that kind of playful, Ara You know that"
"Okay then Sorry" I tuckedsheepishly
"Knohat I do like, though?"
I shrugged
"You" He slid his fingertips undermy lips up to meet his, but stopped there and whispered, "I’et to kiss you, hold you and love you, whenever I want"
"Not yet, you don’t," I said, touching my lips to his once "We can’t be free to love each other until we rid the world of all its evil Until then, we have to take small moments of bliss"
"Shed, sliding his hand into the front of my undies
The sheet felt like a satin kiss acrosssensation down the length ofme uncovered in the cool air My eyes flicked open to an eht sky Sos I wanted to run from, and been left in the arms of this man I loved so much "You stayed with irl I returned to you"
I feltmore carefully on his face; the shape of his eyes, the boyish gentility in his sirl’
"Jason?"
"Perhaps" His for suddenly by the bed, his hand extended; I searched the tips of his fingers, the creases in his palm, the chains of destiny around his wrist, and the clear veins in his arm--all the way to his soft emerald eyes
"Are you real?"
He nodded to his hand "Touch"
My fingertips shook, travelling across space and time to fold into his, and it felt so real, so warht besidepull per behind, so that fell from my soul
"Care to dance?"
"I--I’m not dressed for a dance," I said
He only smiled and looked at ently down my face; ers tickled across theainst
"Open your eyes, Ara"
Slowly, I looked down to a swirl of blue light, rising up in soft, ss, hips, then waist "Is this a dreale over htly and looked at the girl--curled up under the white silk sheet, breathing deep, peaceful breaths--sound asleep, alone
"She--"
"Shh" He held his finger across his lip, s behind it "Don’t wake her"
I s slowly, leaving behind a silky feel of fabric around my waist and over the tips ofup at own "How did you do that?"
"Do you like it?" he asked
I ran ers over the waist and onto the full skirt "I love it It’s my favourite colour"
"I know" Jason reached up and placed so my hair back with it "And this is my favourite blossoers to the flower, feeling the solid, silky petals of a rose--so real, even its scent, as if ere actually standing right here, face to face, hip to hip, breath to breath But eren’t, and I knew that--as sure as I could see ht behind me, I knew this was just a dream, and it made my stomach sink asmattered; not the way I felt for David; not the way I felt for Jason
I took his hand when he offered it, and noticed only then, as he led me into the now empty room across from my bed, that he was dressed formal, too, in a tuxedo He looked so huht of our reflection in the mirror above the mantle of the fireplace--the only objects left in the roo we’d fit perfectly in a turn-of-the-century romance novel
We took step to a rhythrace of a vaentility that felt like floating I was neverThe feel of his hand, flat against the s I couldn’t hear, the song he sung tolife to the roo, s in the opposite direction,in a clock--ticking, spinning, purposeful, but different
My bare feet felt each rise of the wooden floorboards, each grain of sand or brush of his shoes past race and charht shoulders, and the perfection of his eyes, locking to mine, made me want to stay here forever And it wasn’t a trick Not this time This time, I felt this way because I cared for him--because I wanted him to be here, to dance with s he wanted to say But he lost the chance He took his own life, and my mind, as much as I knew his face, could never put words in hisabout this dreaht would steal all that was perfect in the night
Thebody; she did not wake She did not knohat her heart was doing while she dreamed peacefully of her husband, whoo