Carnal Desire

**This has always proven to be one of my more popular one-shots. Maybe because of the slight sex in it, hm......... (By the way, that was the warning that this contains slight sex. ) *cough cough* So if you don't LIKE that sort of thing, you should probably high-tail it outta here. You've been warned! (Although, personally I think 18+ is too high of a rating, but I just wanted to play it safe.....**

Carnal Desire

She was his whore. Draping across his lap like some horny slut, intent on making him involuntarily hard right there in the God damn restaurant. I knew he didn’t want her, he couldn’t. He was only with her to maintain an image; but I knew what his heart cried out for with every touch she forced, every equally forced smile he returned.

I cleared my throat and crumpled the gold wrappings left over from my meal, swallowing my last bit of food and letting my eyes slowly roam towards their table. My grip whitened as she leaned forward and placed her vile lips by his ear; his face lighting up with a glow only he could fake so well.

I fought desperately for control but my face heated from raw fury, so intense that I found my legs raising me from the table and bringing me closer to the grotesque scene. But my common sense came up hard in protest and I quickly steered myself to the washroom, thankful they didn’t seem to notice.

I slammed my fists into the counter with a growl, my anger blinding me from the pain. “Not yet” I grated through clenched teeth, rubbing my forehead with a shaking palm. Not yet.

Every instinct screamed for bloody revenge, images flowing freely through my mind of dragging her away by her scrawny ankles and beating her into submission. Yes, that would be sweet. “But not yet” I reminded myself, gazing into my reflection and seeing the stifled brilliance hidden away. “She may have him first, but he’ll be yours last.”

A contented smile painted my lips as the words escaped, calming my rage to a low simmer of delicious desire. She thought she had smothered our passion but we knew better. Our bodies knew one another’s in a way she could never comprehend, though constantly tried to duplicate. “Pathetic slut” I muttered gleefully, suppressing my childish giggles.

We silently avoided one another during the day, sneaking chaste glances when we knew no one was watching. But I knew the ache he felt, the need hidden behind dark irises trying to claw it’s way to the surface. He wanted to forget it because it consumed him like it consumed me, every waking moment becoming a fight between the lust we both felt and logic.

There was nothing logical about any of it, how he came to me at night; wordlessly pressing his body familiarly against my own with his soft sigh wafting through me. We both saw the suppressed ache in the other’s eyes, intense enough to mar his beautiful face in pain. I would raise my hand and gently run a quaking finger along his cheek, melting his hurt away with the silky touch. He would press into me then, and I gasped every time; unprepared for the indescribable completion I felt with his hardened flesh sheltered by my soft. He could never know the safety I felt as we moved together in the dark, shuddering sighs and moans saying more than the meaningless words people chose to exchange during the day.

I would awake slowly from the far more pleasant reality, finding myself laying alone in my bed feeling the painful burn of unsatisfied passion. There was nothing I could do for myself to slack my insatiable need for him; only he could bring me contentment, completion. Rolling onto my side I would shut my eyes, willing the persistent feelings away to the darkest corners of my heart. I’ll wait forever for you to your return.

I backed away from the mirror and leaned into the opposite wall, my breathing ragged as the vivid memories flooded back. They’re too real to be illusions my irrational mind insisted, despite that all facts and logic screamed otherwise. “But there’s nothing logical about this” I whispered, opening my eyes and seeing the sinister grin reflected back at me.

With my nerves calmed I pushed open the swinging door and strolled out of my brief sanctuary, sweeping past their table and stealing a glance at his perfection. Our gazes collided and time slowed to accommodate us, stretching the moment just enough to ease our strain and offer comfort.

He blinked quickly and directed his attention back to his whore; imagining that it was my lips he kissed, my thigh his hand chose to rest upon.

I allowed a private smile to grace my lips as I slowly made my way to the exit, knowing his eyes followed me as I walked. Soon my love I thought, opening the door and feeling the wind swirl around me in a comforting embrace. Very soon.