I don’t tell him I’m falling in love. I’m not worthy of that for him or from him.
All we have is this one night. I won’t make it weird or hard or sad. I’ll just be here for him. And I’ll show him. I’ll show him what he means to me.
August is life beneath my hands, every flex and cry of pleasure. He’s lost to ecstasy, but he holds me always, so close. The movement of his body against mine reaches a point beyond exhilaration, beyond ecstasy. It’s a belonging. Fingers in my hair, kisses like every one is the last, August’s voice turns frantic. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I adore him. More than I thought was possible. I will love him. And I will save him.
Fingers sinking into skin, I thrust into him, every atom in my body vibrating with the pleasure of his movement against me, with me.
“This is…” His head rolls back, eyes shut, voice wrecked. “It’s too good. August… It’s too…” He clamps his lips shut over a groan of pleasure.
My body is pure light being flung in a thousand different directions, but all of it bliss, like I’m falling into the galaxy, burning stars, all of me violent, fiery, beautiful.
But he’s right. This isn’t normal. This isn’t sex. This is…
The room hums, a background at first, then louder, louder. The sound thrums blue, like every particle of air is lit from within. He breathes them deep into his chest, then moans them out, and I swallow them whole from him. His air is mine, he is mine, and it’s blue, and it’s orange, and it’s red.
His eyes flutter open, he takes in the room with his desperate, harried gaze. “What’s happening?” But he grips me tighter, pulls me into him.
“August…” It’s all I can say. It’s all there is. “August.”
“Don’t stop,” he begs.
And it’s white, and it’s blinding. And it’s yellow and it’s exquisite. And it eviscerates us, while he screams, “August! August!” Our name, filling the air, taking on a life of its own, deafening, consuming. “August! August!”
He arches, perfect, his orgasm bursting through my fingers, smearing hot between us as I fuck him, fuck him, harder and for all time, until he cries out, grabs the headboard, and thrusts his hips forward so exquisitely it rips the orgasm out of me. I come deep inside him, and it’s all beauty, August stretched out, broken in his enjoyment, my hands tracing the gorgeous ripples of his abdomen, his thighs wrapped around me, his arms reaching for me.
I’m pulled into an embrace that I never want to leave, kisses hotter, more passionate, expressing every longing we’ve tried to keep under wraps.
He locks me in, his breath shuddering, fingertips tracing lines over my skin, up my back, over my shoulders, to my cheekbone. He raises his eyes to mine. “Was that… interdimensional sex?”
“Yes?” I whisper out breathlessly, as shaken as he is. “Yes, I think so.”
“That was incredible.” He plants another kiss. “Can we do that again? We need to do that again.”
I only nod, shocked by what just happened.
He smiles, then gives me another kiss, slow and lingering, and the very essence of loss.
I pull out, settle down next to him. But he’s August, and his body turns to me immediately, fingers stroking the damp hair back from my temple as he tangles our legs together, moves as close as he humanly can. “You’ll stay with me?”
It’s a plea that breaks my heart. It’s a lie we both know we need. So I kiss him again. “Okay, Slayer.”
A smile. The drop of a tear onto his pillow. Then he gets out of bed to freshen up.
The me who walked into this place hours ago might have left now. Written a nice note to tell him how much I want him, how much I adore him, but that it had to be this way. That he knew it had to be this way. That I had warned him.
But no.
Everything’s changed.
I will leave. Tomorrow. When the sun comes up.
I’ll leave forever.
But I’m not leaving him. I’m leaving everything.
And I’m doing it for one reason only.
