Thanks to Zex for editing this.
I wrote this for one person, and one person only. As long as she's happy, which I know she will be, I'm happy with the response to it. This is a step away from my other stuff, and not something I'm used to writing, so I hope you like it.
For Jess, my texting little muse on those lonely nights after work.
Shiver
Jess tousled her dark hair and peered out the window at heavy clouds, swollen with rain. A flash of lightning split the sky and for a second the entire yard was as bright as day. A figure stood staring up at her, near the edge of her vision, standing beside a tree in the distance. She saw him only for a split second, a moment before the darkness enveloped them both. Curious, she peered closer at where she thought she had seen the figure to have been, waiting for another lightning strike.
She gasped and backed up away from the window, covering her mouth as the world outside her window brightened again. The figured had moved again, impossibly fast, and closer to the house. She moved towards the closet and reached inside, grasping for the cold, comforting metal of the softball bat that she knew was there.
Shivering uncontrollably, she forced herself forwards toward the window again. As she inched forward, she wondered if she should call someone.
Her roommate was out with a date, and her boyfriend was out with his friends. She shivered again and reached for the phone, but there was only silence on the other end. Cursing to herself, she peered out the window again as another flash lit the exterior. He was closer now, close enough to make out a face, had the light not faded so quickly.
She held the phone to her ear again, listening for the dial tone. She was answered by only silence however, as she surmised the storm must have knocked out the line. She shivered uncontrollably again, peering out the window and looking for the mysterious figure.
Rain drops surrounding the house was the only sound she heard, and through the chill of the air, she saw that storm was moving off. The lightning flashed again, but she saw no trace of the mysterious stranger. Shaking her head, she dismissed the entire thing as paranoia and backed away from the window, freezing immediately as she sensed someone behind her.
Closing her eyes in fear, she tightened her grip on the softball bat as she felt warm breath on the back of her neck. Her heart felt like it was going to beat through her chest. She felt the warm breath of the stranger and could hear him breathing behind her. Fear gripped her as she felt the stranger pulling the bat from her grasp.
A tear ran down her cheek, slowly making the journey down to her chin, then under her neck and down her cleavage. Several minutes seemed to pass as she stood shivering, frozen with terror as the stranger stood silently behind her. She sensed him moving finally, and felt something push at the back of her head, into her hair, then heard him inhale deeply, drawing in her scent. Another tear worked its way down as she stood quietly, unmoving, frozen in place, her mind racing at what, if anything, she should do.
The figure behind her inhaled deeply again, and she shivered in shear fear once more.
Finally, the figure broke the silence. Leaning in very close to her ear, his voice was deep, resonant, and terrifying.
"Don't... move..." he said slowly. His voice pierced through the darkness, shattering the veil around them, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. A few moments passed and she felt him move closer to her.
"Please don't hurt me," she said, a cry of fear punctuating her sudden outburst.
He ignored her, and continued to inhale her scent deeply. She felt a hand on one shoulder and then the other. And then, ever so softly, she felt a soft wind cross the flesh between her neck and shoulder. She closed her eyes and shivered uncontrollably again as the stranger blew a breath softly across her skin.
He moved across her back and to her other shoulder, blowing softly on the skin exposed by her night shirt. There were a few moments of silence followed by a gasp as she felt something warm and soft on her skin.
'Lips,' she thought, and winced, wanting to scream and run, but feeling something holding her in place.
The stranger gently brushed his lips softly across her skin, raising tiny hairs across it as they passed. She felt him move back across her back and onto her other shoulder, then felt his hand moving from there to pull the thin strap of her nightie with it.
"Please..." she whispered.
"Don't... move..." he said again, and fell silent, moving his warm lips back to kissing her neck and back, as she shivered beneath them.
Jess didn't know what to do. For some reason, her body wouldn't move, though she was screaming for it to do so. The stranger wasn't violent, and though she was still terrified, she had no way of knowing whether her life was in danger or not.
His hand twirled into the strap of her nightie and gently pulled it all the way off her shoulder, drawing the tiny hairs along her upper arm with it and causing another shiver to shoot across her body. He moved his lips along her collar bone, warm and soft, gently sucking and tenderly biting towards her shoulder, across her warm skin and finally to her arm where his hand was. Moving back across, he started the other way, kissing and tenderly sucking, biting his way across her shoulders, several times. Each little kiss drawing a shiver from her.
She was still terrified, but felt her body begin to betray her. She was more scared than she'd ever been in her life, but the kisses the stranger was coating her shoulders and back with felt so good. The two conflicting emotions terrified, but excited her at the same time.
She felt the tiny hairs raise all over her body as he gently massaged the shoulder muscles and back as he tenderly bit her warm flesh. He worked his way down, slowly pulling the top of her night gown down, kissing his way down her back, down her arms as he slowly stripped her top off, nibbling and biting, kisses being draped across her soft skin.
She shivered again and felt him fall to his knees behind her, his hands on her hips as the top of the night gown fell down around them, her naked breasts exposed to the cool air, the sound of dripping water still filling the room from outside. He kissed the small of her back, drawing yet another shiver as she stood before him, and she felt his hands work her free of her top, and let it fall to the ground around her feet.