Friday, September 3, 2010
apples 2 apples
the silent darkness of the room is broken only by the orange pool created by a lamp on the nightstand. spread across the bed on her back, she lay vulnerable, arms akimbo by the halo of blond hair surrounding her head. she is wrapped in a crimson dress, slit riding high on her thigh, exposing a contrast of tender pale skin.
on the nightstand, Vanity Fair, left open, ready to be read, topped by an apple. one bite missing, the flesh of the fruit slightly browning around the teeth torn edges of the void. slight moisture still clings to her lips from their kiss.
he stands in the shadows, by the only window, cool air leaking around the drawn shade, tickling the hair on his neck. he admires her still form. her fingertips delicate, except one jagged nail, he smiles at the memory.
circling the bed, he takes her in, with his eyes, tongue dampening his lips. his fingers work the buttons of his shirt, which he folds neatly, placing it on the chest at the end of the bed. he takes his time removing all that he is wearing, until it forms a neat pile. this is important.
she has not moved, not that she can, lost in some dream at this point. this is where he will find her, when the time is right. standing over her, he grasps the apple, working his eyes around it's circumference, noticing the blemishes. bringing it to his mouth he feels its firmness against his teeth before it gives way, juices spilling over his lips.
he looks a her while reducing the apple to little more than a core, which makes a soft thump at the bottom of the plastic bag in the trashcan. he will take that out later, before the flies arrive.
closing the magazine, he turns the knob on the lamp, rewarded by a soft click and darkness. the darkness is his friend. leaning across her, he inhales the spiciness of her scent. he pauses, just to breathe her, then lets his weight slowly melt into her.
"mmm...," she dances at the edge of dream and reality, unsure which way to scramble. with a sharp inhalation of breath, she surfaces, realising where she is, what is about to happen.
"i was having the best dream," she sighs.
silence lies broken in the apple scented air between them...
This is a 10DOM Magpie Tale.