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How did it all begin"
If she were to sit and start, what words would she use"
How could she ever explain that first night"
The recollection of it should be a simple process but Vera found herself struggling, head in her hands, pulling at her hair. She was sitting on her couch, the same couch she had spent a lot of time with a certain blonde.
Of course it had felt odd having him there " looking so out of place in the modern style apartment. He looked like he belonged in a throne room, not an apartment that was depressingly close to the West End.
Dimly she remembered how tender he had been — sitting down with her like he had already been there a thousand times before, pulling her into his lap. The rake of his fingers, claws scraping her scalp, tangling in her hair and pulling until her head arched back, displaying her throat submissively in a way that left silent, incoherent whimpers trembling on her lips.
This she can remember.
She can clearly recall the hot slid of his mouth, the stern shape of his lips, seeking and finding hers in a kiss that seared her to bone and left her heart thundering in her chest. Oh, she can clearly recall the innumerable times Mateus stayed in her apartment, looking out-of-place and yet perfectly at home.
It wasn't as though she had been far from inviting.
This she can remember.
What she can't remember was that night " a night that left her shocked and shaken to her marrow. A night where she tangled with a force of nature that did leave her whimpering on the floor, hot tears coursing down her face, and her friends gathered around. There was nothing they could do for her and she remembered the silent rage they felt. An impotent fury that hurt more than helped.
And Mateus.
There he was suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, his hands grasping and pulling her close. His concern a palatable flavor on her tongue, washed back with the scotch he favored and shared with her. He took her away from the rest of them and settled her like a small girl on his knee, a hand rubbing in slow, soothing circles down her back.
Gently he questioned and brokenly she answered to the best of her ability.
What does she remember of that night " the First night?
Vera remembers a swirling darkness, seeking to consume her in a way no lover ever could. She remembers a puff of air on her ear, a slithering whisper that stole into her conscious thought and raped her sanity.
Mostly she remembers screaming.
It had all been hers.
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How did it all begin"
If she were to sit and start, what words would she use"
How could she ever explain that first night"
The recollection of it should be a simple process but Vera found herself struggling, head in her hands, pulling at her hair. She was sitting on her couch, the same couch she had spent a lot of time with a certain blonde.
Of course it had felt odd having him there " looking so out of place in the modern style apartment. He looked like he belonged in a throne room, not an apartment that was depressingly close to the West End.
Dimly she remembered how tender he had been — sitting down with her like he had already been there a thousand times before, pulling her into his lap. The rake of his fingers, claws scraping her scalp, tangling in her hair and pulling until her head arched back, displaying her throat submissively in a way that left silent, incoherent whimpers trembling on her lips.
This she can remember.
She can clearly recall the hot slid of his mouth, the stern shape of his lips, seeking and finding hers in a kiss that seared her to bone and left her heart thundering in her chest. Oh, she can clearly recall the innumerable times Mateus stayed in her apartment, looking out-of-place and yet perfectly at home.
It wasn't as though she had been far from inviting.
This she can remember.
What she can't remember was that night " a night that left her shocked and shaken to her marrow. A night where she tangled with a force of nature that did leave her whimpering on the floor, hot tears coursing down her face, and her friends gathered around. There was nothing they could do for her and she remembered the silent rage they felt. An impotent fury that hurt more than helped.
And Mateus.
There he was suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, his hands grasping and pulling her close. His concern a palatable flavor on her tongue, washed back with the scotch he favored and shared with her. He took her away from the rest of them and settled her like a small girl on his knee, a hand rubbing in slow, soothing circles down her back.
Gently he questioned and brokenly she answered to the best of her ability.
What does she remember of that night " the First night?
Vera remembers a swirling darkness, seeking to consume her in a way no lover ever could. She remembers a puff of air on her ear, a slithering whisper that stole into her conscious thought and raped her sanity.
Mostly she remembers screaming.
It had all been hers.