The Persistence Of Memory
by Silvia
She's still so beautiful. It must be destined, her beauty - destined to climb into my chest and just live there.
Her skin is as soft in this life as it was in the last. I know that much. And her hair is still like fine silken thread. I could see it buffeted by the wind on her pure golden version, and I can sense it through the hairspray and gel that the tarnished version uses as a shield.
But it's all Vilandra, every bit, and it's killing me every second of every day, because I can only do so much. Even the no-holds-barred seductress won't let me in. She likes to tease me, see the fire in my eyes. Lonnie remembers more - I can see it in the way that she instinctually leans into me, only remembering to pull herself back at the last moment. She can sense me. She knows who I am, who I really am. And sometimes I think I can break through her skin and find my Vilandra there. Sometimes I think we can kick Kivar the hell out and find ourselves again.
But she doesn't remember everything. She can't close her eyes like I can and see flickering light bounces off the walls over our heads as I nuzzle her throat, hands painting pictures across her waist and down her thighs. She doesn't remember using her hot breath to caress my ear, tensing with pleasure in response to my moans. She can't still feel the ghost of my hands over her wrists as I held her down, teasing her nipples as she whimpered, licking softly at her soft stomach. She doesn't know how I filled her, moving roughly inside her just the way she liked it until she was all husky panting and screams. But I do. I recall moment, every sigh, every promise of forever that ended in her death and was reborn in Lonnie and Isabel.
But maybe I can show her. Maybe that's all Lonnie needs to stop the hate that seems to run through her like wildfire. She feels like nobody, like a shell, and she wants to take revenge on her family... the world... any world. But I think I can find her in there. I think I'll go insane if I don't try.
And she's standing here smirking just where she should be - where I set up our meeting. Soft lips curved into a jagged smile. If I close my eyes I could almost see it, the silver cord connecting her soul to mine, yanking me forward. I approach.
"Is he dead?"
"Dropped a huge ass hunk of metal on the bastard. He better be."
"You don't know?" Anger threatens to overcome my lust, shadowing the memories for a brief moment, but then she lifts an unimpressed eyebrow just so and she's Vilandra all over again. And I'm breathless.
"How the fuck is he supposed to live through that? A truck finished Zan off just fine." Her shrug is pure beauty, like a wave taking over her body. I want to run my fingertips over her shoulder, dragging them slowly down her arm bit by bit.
"And the girl, Tess?"
"That chick is wacked. Tried some crazy ass shit with us..."
Fears grips me tight, squeezing my mind in a iron vise. I could have lost her. What the hell was I thinking? It's this air she's always had - of cool confidence, invincibility. But of course she's not immortal.
I of all people should have remembered that.
"Are you alright?" I have to feel her, make sure she's real. Her cheek feels solid beneath my hand and I nearly sigh with relief.
"Don't look at me like that, like you care. You're not fucking me. And you know what? You're not gonna. So stop playing like you give a shit."
"I do care. And I am going to fuck you, beautiful one. Make no mistake about that."
"You think you're so fucking-"
Her furious rant is cut short by my lips, hitting her mouth like a tidal wave. I plunge inside and drown on memories merged into flesh. There, that's better...
My hands wind down to grab her wrists tightly, pulling them downward until her body is forced to follow. And then we're spread out upon the floor as I crawl on top of her, attacking her mouth in smooth movements and soft tender licks. I love how her body still stiffens under mine, as if in delicious shock. Her hands relax under my hold and I can loosen my grip as one hand takes the place of two, leaving the other to wander down her body, exploring new territory, recalling old terrain. Full breasts heave under my touch and her nipples harden against my fingers. And I think I'm flying, soaring out of this deafening horrid city - away from this boring world, back home with my queen all over again.
She feels so damn good against me, her thigh rubbing up against my cock just right. Just perfect as always. And then her mouth isn't enough anymore; I need flesh. So I travel downward, finding sanctity in her warm neck as my fingers unzip her tattered pants. Smooth wet silk greets my fingertips, and that gloriously familiar moan escapes from her lips like I just knew it would. She's just squirming under my hand, begging wordlessly just how I like it, so I grasp her wrists again with both hands and just thrust. And it's the best thing I've felt since the last time I was inside of her. Because nothing compares to this. Just nothing. It's not just the heat, the soft muscles coating my cock. It's the fact that it's her. And I can't describe it any better than that. You'd have to know Vilandra. You'd have to have hated her, lusted after her... loved her just a bit in all of the right moments before you reminded yourself that you can't, that love makes you weak, that Vilandra doesn't believe in love.
And I just can't help but watch her face with every thrust, savoring every clench of her eyes and every quiver of her lips. Exquisite. It's like her soul is finally shining through and I'm peering through the cracks to see her hiding deep inside. When she comes it's like a ripple tearing through the fabric of time itself - and all of a sudden I'm caught between two pairs of thighs, staring into two contorted faces. It's Lonnie and Vilandra and me, all becoming one.
"Nicholas..."
It's the tender sigh that gets me, sets me off. And I let go of all the longing and the sickness and the need that has been building up inside of me for all of these long years. Free at last. Free to start all over again.
Lonnie's just looking at me, a quiet strange smile curving her lips. And I smirk right back at her, daring her to be the first to speak. It's a challenge, it's always a challenge with her. And that's the way I like it.
That's how it's meant to be.