she started out her day like many others, working on her writing. her thoughts often strayed to Him and the times Tthey had shared. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could picture Him in her head. Thoughts of her dream would drift back into her mind, and she would stop to let the images sizzle. Even far apart she would feel the heat blossom throughout her body.
she often found herself closing her eyes just to see Him. she always felt like He was there, watching over her, protecting her. Ttheir times together had become better. Tthey spoke often and shared about day to day lives as well as more personal things. Often, she would find her heart reaching out to Him, wanting to hold Him and heal all the wounds His heart and soul had felt. her tenderness and need to help Him always seemed to overwhelm her. Without that need and tenderness towards Him, she often felt she would be a shell of a person. He had gotten into her very essence, becoming a part of who she was.
After a quiet day of chores, filled with thoughts of conversations and feelings, she headed to a local coffee shop. There were times that she felt her body consumed with nothing but the need and desire to talk with Him. The need scared her at times. she had never really depended on anyone so much, but with Him, she needed the dependence. she needed to be able to rely on Him to care for her.
The coffee shop was a quaint little place. she always enjoyed the coffee, and the environment was generally quiet. The shop had free internet service for her computer as well as a place to plug it in. Today, she ordered an iced coffee, something to counteract the heat outside. Finding a booth open, she sat down and opened her laptop. While she waited for it to boot up, she looked around. The shop held cups and coffee in bags and trinkets that could be purchased. It had several booths, high top tables, wooden tables, and padded chairs with trays.
All in all, it was a comfy place to rest and get out of the house, away from the cares of home. her laptop came to life and she connected to the internet. Signing into Yahoo, she hoped to see Him on, but He wasn't. It was always a gamble now, hit and miss. Tthey had agreed to not set up times, but there were days she hated that rule. she would be available all day for hours and not see Him, and then, she'd leave for an hour or two, and of course He would sign on looking for her. she had to make the choice: heartache over Him setting a time and not showing up, or not setting a time and waiting and waiting for whenever He had time.
Life was cruel at times, and she tried to always make the best of it. she went to her e-mail and read through the few things she had, and then she went to her 360 and started catching up on blogs and the lives of her friends. she felt restless, always in the back of her mind hoping that He would pop on and talk to her. her eyes moved to the window, staring out into the sky for awhile. she saw all the old cars that were in town for the car show. she really should get around to seeing some of them.
she sighed softly. she loved the older cars. They had such character about them. Returning her attention to the computer, she took a drink of coffee. Distractedly, she got involved in a story a friend was writing. she always lost herself in the descriptions and ideas that flowed. As her mind wandered patrons came and went in the shop. she only ever gave them a brief glance. The thoughts the story evoked made her restless. she heard the bell over the door ring again, and she looked up.
A brief glance and her eyes returned to the computer screen. Then, her heart stopped. Looking up again, her eyes swung back to the door and she gasped. He was there, or at least it looked like Him. she shook her head, trying to clear out any fantasies. she blinked her eyes and looked again, but He was no longer in front of the door. her head turned from side to side, looking, trying to find Him. He had disappeared, she didn't see Him. Thinking it was all in her imagination, she went back to reading the story.
A shadow fell across the table and she felt a presence next to the table where she sat. her head swiveled and she saw jeans and a t-shirt. her eyes traveled upward and then her mouth opened as her gaze fell upon His face. His head bent down, and He looked into her eyes. "If you keep your mouth open any longer, I might be tempted to use it for My pleasure, dear one."
her mouth snapped shut, a grin spreading across her face, her eyes lighting up. she, as gracefully as she could, scooted over on the booth seat and waited. she watched as He folded His frame into a sitting position next to her. she looked at Him and smiled. "Are You a figment of my imagination, or are You really here?" she watched as His head turned, His gaze locking with hers. His hand reached across His body and His fingers caressed her face as He leaned toward her. she was riveted to the spot. she felt His hand on her face, the heat of His skin. she could smell the heat and scent of Him.
her eyes drifted closed as her face leaned into His hand. His hand moved back grazing against her ear and His fingers tangled in her hair. The grip not painful but firm, holding her head still. His body moved closer to hers, and His head lowered. His lips teasingly grazed against hers. A soft whimper was heard from her, and it was His signal. His mouth crushed against hers, hard and passionately. A jolt traveled through Ttheir bodies, bringing instant heat, arousal, and need.
her hand came up and molded to the side of His face. His other arm came around and pulled her closer to Him. He felt her chest pressed against His. her hand fell from His face and her arm wrapped around Him. He had known it would be like this, explosive. He allowed Himself a few moments for the loss of control. He had wanted her, needed her, and craved her for so long. He knew that she felt the same. The build up of anticipation, of desire had not been in vain. The connection sizzled between Tthem. Ttheir breath mingling together as Ttheir hearts raced. He pulled a little tighter in her hair, holding her to Him. He heard her quiet moan, and echoed hers with one of His own.
