Rendezvous


Author: Me, VixX

The night air was ice cold and whipped around my body like a barrage of ice daggers. My eyes struggled in the darkness trying to make out figures that walked about me, night owls like myself. I hugged the warmth of the black coat that clothed me. There were no stars tonight, they were suffocated by the thick clouds in the black abyss of the night. I wanted to look at my watch, but it was hopeless for there was no light to tell me the time.

It seemed like a lifetime I waited there, struggling against the coldness of the air, and blackness of the night that could – if I let it – almost swallow me whole.

My eyes struggled to focus. Someone was coming, I saw only a shadow, but heard the distinctive sound of footsteps on path. They were fast, hurried, eager perhaps as I was. The moon illuminated half a face, half a head of sandy hair that swept down across half a face laden with sadness and pain, and one eye that housed demons of another day.

As the figure came closer I fell gently into his arms. They were warm, strong and like a home to me.

“Come on, we should go” he whispered into my ear, watching for eyes in the night.
We hurried off, our footsteps in unison our arm entwined.
“Did you get the key?” he inquired, fog from his mouth hazing into the night
I nodded swiftly and handed the small, tagged key to him. I felt him sigh with relief.
“I’ve missed you”
His words warmed me more than any log fire could, it had been a while, but we were here, and we were together, for our loved burned stronger than logs of mere wood.
He took my hand and led me across the street. His coat was stiff around his neck, his head almost buried in its cover.

A neon sign pointed out our destination for that night. We moved quickly through the creaky doors. An older lady with thick hair, dyed the color of the night we’d just escaped from, paid no attention to us as we hurried up the flight of stairs. Bright, ceiling hung florescent lights guided our way through the deserted stairwell till we reached our floor. The florescent disappeared as we stepped through the doors, replaced by fixed spotlights that dimly lit the halls – a touch of discretion, one would assume.

He unlocked the door and held it open for me. I felt across the wall for the lights and switched them on as he closed the door behind him.

I felt the comfort of his arms around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder.

“It’s been so long Rosalie” his words melted into my ear
I turned around in his arms and leant my head against his chest, hearing his breath to know that this was real.
“You cant stay long, can you?” I questioned, breathing in the sweet smelling scent of his aftershave.
“I’m sorry” he went to proceeded by my gaze stopped him
“Then just be with me now, and here”
I ran my fingers through his hair, moist droplets had formed from the drizzle of rain that had waved through the air. His eyes were sad, a fact I could not help but notice.

His lips caught mine, eager and needy. His hands swept through my dark hair, sending a shiver through my body. It had been so long since we’d shared similar moments yet there wasn’t a time my body didn’t ache for him.

His kiss moved down my neck.
“I want you so bad” he remarked his hands rising up the sides of my body
I bit my bottom lip, enjoying the sensation of his moist lips on my neck.
“I need you” I moaned desperately
He looked up, we matched stares, both needy, both scared of the consequences of our actions – but needing it nevertheless.
Our overcoats dropped to the floor behind us. He took my hands into his and led me to the bedroom. The lights of the city illuminated the room, bouncing off the walls and ceilings, the noise from cars was heavy and thick in the air. This was no five star hotel, but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered, nothing but us and the few hours we had.

He led me over to the queen size bed, its coverings a mixture of browns and deep green, a scratched headboard sat at the top as paint peeled off the walls above it, but again, it didn’t matter.

My heart skipped a beat as he hands started on the buttons of my thin white blouse. I imagined the nights I’d dreamed of such an occurrence, and now, standing here before me was the reality. I wondered for a moment if perhaps this was my mind playing a cruel trick on me, was this, like all the others, only a mere dream? Would I wake, alone in my bed without him? I prayed for that not to be the case, but if this was by chance a dream, then I prayed even stronger to not wake up.

“Something wrong?” he inquired his hands passing across my flesh under the blouse
“I just don’t want to wake up if this is only a dream” I whispered a tear springing to my eye
“If you’re dreaming, then I am too” he smiled
My hand grazed against the side of his face, I knew we only had precious little time together. My hands dropped to his waist and slipped under his top, sweeping it up and off his body. Out actions became hasty as our time began to deplete.

I lay down onto the bed, my hands held out to him in wanting. He slid down next to me, one arm to the other side of me, so he was poised slightly above me. His eyes scanned my body, his hands arranging my hair on the pillow beneath it.
“I love you” he whispered as he bent down, kissing my lips with intense precision
My body craved him with a desire I’d never fully understood.
His body inched closer as his hands gently mapped my body the way he’d done so in the past. I yearned for his love, my lips devouring his with rapture.
He hovered above me, his lips making a trail down my body. I arched my back in pleasure as his hands caressed the inside of my thigh. My eyes flickered as his kisses reached where his hands were situated.

I felt the warmness of his tongue against me, moving softly, sweeping around me, enticing, exotic, exquisite.

His body pushed up against mine, igniting a volcano that had lay dormant for what seemed like decades.

My fingers tripped around his shoulders. He’d lost weight since our last meeting, I feared the lie he led was eating away at him. Many nights, many times I rehearsed what I would say to him, I would beg him to open his eyes to the truth, I would challenged him to find one reason why things should remain as they were, but then when the moment we shared would arrive, there would be no words like that spoken, for we both carried a secret we were both desperate to keep and I knew it would always be that way.

Our faces met again, questioning, wondering the same question. Though no words were spoken, the answer ‘yes’ abounded.

His mouth suckled at my chest like a newborn child with hunger. My legs twisted around him, grinding my hips against his body.

With fervor he penetrated. My head dug deeper into the pillow as I caressed his body with the tips of my fingers.

The small, cramped, damp hotel room was filled with the chorus of pleasurable moans, bellowing from the mouths of two lovers who could share no more than this. Two lovers who could rendezvous only in the dead of the cold night, shrouded in secret and lost in passion.

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