be careful what you wish for

“It’s time to close this book and shut off the lights and get some rest,” she says to herself as she places the book at her bedside and shuts off the lamp. It’s been difficult for her to even put the book down. The main character has inserted himself into her mind. She chuckles softly, realizing how childish and foolish that is. She has a crush on a fictional character. There were moments where she just wished.. just wished that … “oh stop it”, she whispers to herself.

She smiles as she settles herself into bed. Beside her, a familiar body rests peacefully, the sound of her lover’s breath eases her. She lies beside him, careful not to disturb him. She is not sleepy, but knows sleep will come soon enough.

The minutes pass and soon turn into an hour. She is restless. Lying on her back, she looks across the room to the wall. Since the bedroom door is open, the light coming in from the guest room window, reaches and reflects onto the wall. The moon is shining bright tonight.

She watches as the branches move with what little breeze there is out there. The shadows dance on the wall and the house is quiet, save the heavy breathing of her slumbering lover.

Her mind drifts as she watches the shadows dance. Suddenly, she is searching for him. Searching for the man who has taken hold of her fantasies. Only he is not a man, more of an immortal, a vampire. Her mind begins to wander and she imagines what it would be like if he came out of the shadows and came for her. She not only imagined it, but began wishing for it, just to feel the excitement of meeting him face to face, exchange a few words.. make her heart race…

She was getting anxious in her bed. She stopped thinking such silly things. Instead her mind wandered to all the things she would need to do tomorrow. She tried to clear her mind. But suddenly, her hand was to her mouth as she gasped softly. “The wedding!” she thought to herself. “Is my friend’s wedding tomorrow?” She pondered this for a moment.. made a calendar within her head and went through the numbers. “No it’s next weekend.” She was almost a 100% sure. There would be no rest until she did know for sure.

She eased herself out of bed, her lover barely stirring as she made her way into the living room. The invitation was right there on the coffee table. The house is silent. Blinds were left barely open and now they let the moonlight into the house. She doesn’t want to turn the light on, her eyes would have to adjust to the darkness again.

Her heart pounds as she thinks of him. “stop that!”

There is more light in the kitchen, her nude body moves silently, her bare feet cold on the floor.  She holds the invitation in front of her, trying to catch the light within the cracks of the blinds. “dammit, where the hell is the date? Should be somewhere at the top. ” She searches harder, looking for a number. “Dammit, why does every number have to be spelled out on a formal invitation?” She changes her focus and takes in one word at a time, barely able to make them out… then she finds it… ah yes… next weekend.

Her sigh of relief is interrupted by an arm wrapping against her chest, clutching her breast, and a hand covering her mouth. She tries to take in air to gasp, but can’t, the invitation falls to the floor. Her eyes grow large as she squirms within his grasp. He holds her tightly as he presses his lips to her ear.

“Is this what you had in mind when you wished to see me?” his voice is sinister, sharp. “How wonderful do you feel now? You, my victim. Is this what you wanted?” He startles her as he readjusts his grip tighter.

Beneath his hand, she shakes her head no, and the air is being forced between his fingers as she struggles to breathe. She surrenders to him completely. She could kick and squirm, but she feels oddly secure. She feels his lips graze her neck and then his teeth run along her collar. She shivers beneath him and swallows hard.

His grip loosens slightly, his hand begins to float away from her mouth. As his fingers trace her lips, she opens her mouth slightly and pulls him into her mouth. The chill of his fingers inside her mouth wakes her from her daze. He holds on to her like this. His hand on the side of her neck, cupping her jaw line, fingers perched in the corner of her mouth. Her breasts are heaving, as his lips come close to her ear once more. His other hand moves away from her breast and trails down her stomach and rests on her thigh. Her legs spread naturally and she blushes.

She moans so silently, only he can hear. She doesn’t care that she is frightened. She just wants him to touch her… touch her there. She feels the warmth and the wetness as it escapes and announces her lust.

He growls into her ear, “Be careful what you wish for,” and throws her down on the floor. She lands on her knees, palms slamming into the floor. He is gone before she can wipe her hair away from her face.

~ by Mina on September 24, 2008.