Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2005-12-04 04:49:38 (UTC)

Therapy Of The Therapeutic Kind

It's 1203, Saturday. 1112pm. No change in weather.

Lori made me feel ... a little better last night. She knew
that something was wrong with me, even though I tried my
best to hide it. I don't like attention to my feelings. I
try to deal with things on my own. Which, historically, has
a success rate of, like, 0%.

She sought me out, and she kissed my cheek. She pulled me
into bedroom after a few moments and light touching. She
switched the lights out, and closed the door slowly. The
fading light silhouetted her frame against the wall, a
loving and caring smile upon her face. Then it was dark. I
felt something move closer towards me. She could "see", like
I could. She knew her way in the dark by sense alone. No
touch or sight. Just sense. In fact, closing her eyes made
it easier to walk in the darkness, than to have her eyes
opened. She was like ... me.

She led me silently towards the warm bed. A sea of blankets
and pillows, hidden in the dark. She pushed me under the
covers, and laid next to me. I didn't want to be touched,
but she knew better. I laid on my side, and she held me from
behind. Spooning me. She cooed in the windy darkness. The
snow fell through the angry sky, and passed our window on
their way to the cold ground. If they were to see, they
would seen us ... kissing again.

I sighed and pulled away. I didn't want to be kissed. Not by
her. By someone else. I wanted someone else.

Lori seemed to understand what was wrong then. She knew,
something, was wrong, just not "what" was wrong. But now she
knew what it was, exactly. She laid her head upon my chest,
and pushed her head up under my chin. Her hair tickled me
beneath my chin, yet I moaned as her warm body pressing
against mine.

Her hands trailed up and caressed my cheeks. Her fingers ran
through my hair. She didn't look at me; She couldn't with
the way she was laying with me. Nor could I look at her
face. She was hidden with her head beneath my chin. I knew
who's hands those were, obviously. Who's body was atop mine.
But, Lori ... she was letting me pretend. Letting me pretend
they were someone else's.

She moved slightly, after awhile, and began to kiss my neck.
I stared at the ceiling, basking in the warmth that was ever
building beneath the covers. The squirming body atop mine,
and the loving, healing, and perhaps slightly needy kisses
she laid upon my neck. I felt she ... needed me. But, she
wanted to fix me first. Maybe ... she was fixing herself, as
well.

She began to press up against me, intimately. It was
accidental at first, but soon became less and less so. She
began to moan in response to my touches and I could almost
see her blush, as I began to reciprocate the kisses and
touches.

She sat up a moment, and I could hear clothes being removed.
She wanted ... to take things a bit farther.

"I'm not ready for you, Loreen." I whispered reluctantly.
"I'll make you ready ..." she huskily gasped as she knelt
before me.
"I meant ... I'm not sure we should go this far." I blushed.

She smiled at my naievity, and scooted closer to me. She
brought her face inches from mine, her hair falling over us,
shielding us from sight within the dark bedroom.

"It's only natural for us to do this," soothed Lori, her
lips a mere few inches from mine, her eyes looking me up and
down. She was so close, that I could almost count her
freckles in the darkness. "We're ... the same, you and I. So
it's only natural for us to ... make love." Lori trembled in
anticipation, biting her lower lip. Her eyes hungry, and her
breath coming quicker and in shorter gasps.

"Charlie ...?" Lori whispered seductively.
"Yes, Lauren?" I whispered uncertaintly, my mind still
lingering on what she meant just now.
"... Don't you want ... children?" her eyes focused on mine,
intently. "I love your eyes, Charlie," she continued, noting
my confused expression. "I want ours to have your eyes ... I
want all of our kids to look like you."

"... What?"
Lori smiled at me, almost patiently it seemed. "Charlie,"
she whispered softly, her face edging closer to mine. "... I
want to give you sons ..." she kissed me intently,
needingly. "... I love you."




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