Then I kiss Atticus, telling him with that single touch to come back.
Come back to me.
Come back to us.
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Atticus
But to die as lovers may—to die together, so that they may live together.
—Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu,Carmilla
There’s darkness.
And then there’s light.
Then both at the same time.
A warm embrace, a cool touch.
Inhale. Exhale.
Raven.
Dorian.
Raven.
Dorian.
I can feel Dorian’s lips on mine and Raven’s hands on my body. Someone is undressing me, and when I reach forward, I realize they are undressing themselves as well. Now Raven’s breast is against my mouth, and I open it, licking her nipple. She sighs as Dorian’s head brushes against my stomach, and now he’s taking me in his mouth.
Is this a dream?
Is this real?
I don’t know; I know only that I’ve come back to myself, and I feel myself lowering between Raven’s knees as Dorian presses his erection against my back. I’m so hot, and the three of us are slickwith sweat, and now Raven’s hands are on my shaft, guiding me, and as I plunge into her, Dorian’s thrusting into me. And the three of us are making love with each other, in a perfect, perfect circle. The arrows no longer point in the wrong direction, but toward each other.
Raven shudders first, then me, then Dorian.
An explosion of light and stars.
I’m alive.
I open my eyes to a new universe.
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Raven
The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;
The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
