“FUCK!” My body arches—tears starting to flow again. “Oh, God.”
“I hear you—I hear you.” Aaron coos, then he reaches over me and grabs my throat—pinning me down onto the mattress. He squeezes the sides where I can still get air, but I also get the feeling of him choking the shit out of me. His other hand is still holding my hip—thrusting forward over and over—grunting and looking down at me with such an intense look of obsession. Infatuation. Possession. I hope it stays this way forever.
“Baby—I’m gonna come.” Aaron says suddenly, rushed and loud as he watches his hand around my throat. He whines—hips punching forward harder and harder—faster and faster.
“Come in me, Aaron.” I manage to spit out with my limited air.
“Oh—fuck.Oh fuck, Button. God, I love you. I love you. Ahhhfuck! I-I I’mughhh.” Aaron’s groan is deep in his chest—pulling him away from whatever planet we’re on. His eyes unfocus as I feel his come start shooting deep inside of me. Hips still pumping, he’s staring at the hand on my throat, clearly not present. “Uhh—ahhfuckthis feels so good—you’re mine.All mine.”
And then—the highest-pitched whine I’ve ever heard leave his body sounds through the room.
“Nghhhhh.” His head droops—chin landing on his chest. His body shaking, his hand begins to loosen around my throat. I take a deep breath and keep watching him. He seems… like he got his soul taken from him.
“Aaron—did that feel really good?” I ask him and he gives me a small nod.
“Yeah.” His voice is a whisper. I don’t think he’s ever come this hard before. Or maybe—not while this deep in love.
“Come here. Let me hold you.” I reach for him—letting him tip forward—lowering himself down on top of me. “Thank you.” I tell him again. “It wasreallygood.” In response, he kisses my neck. “I’m so happy you’ve finally came home to me. I was losing it here without you.”
“I wouldn’t leave you. I was just having a very nice dream.” Aaron says, his voice still small and hushed.
“Theone about me?” He nods against me. “What was I doing?” Aaron takes a moment to respond.
“Falling to your death.” My breath catches. “It was a moment frozen—right after I’d jumped, looking at you looking at me. And I thought we were given this moment to really see each other before we died. The never-ending moment. So, I stayed suspended there with you—watching you, deciding how I would find you again when the world resumed and we died.”
I’m shuddering—crying. He spent five months there? In that horrible place?
“Why are you crying?” Aaron lifts his head to look at me. “It was a good dream. I thought I was given a gift. I wasn’t scared.” He brushes the fresh tears off of my cheeks and frowns. “Aw, baby. You looked so beautiful too. Even then, when we were about to die, you were so beautiful. Still reaching for me—always reaching for me—even in death.” I throw my arms around his neck and pull him into me.
“I’m so sorry I tried to go. I love you so much. I love you so fucking much.”
“I know, Button.” He rubs my side. “I know. How are you feeling with uh—that stuff?” He’s talking about the assault and all those other perfectly awful things.
“It’s hard and I still have night terrors. But I’ve gotten better. Dr. Howard says that every day I’m better than the day before.” Aaron kisses the side of my head—my ear, my cheek.
“Of course you are. Of course you are.”
With Aaron still buried deep inside of me, we fall asleep.
In my dream I see us there, suspended in that forever moment, and I think of how sad it is that in some reality—that moment ended and turned into nothing.
Maybe this reality is them too—maybe we are their next life.
And if so—hello again. You’re still so beautiful.
I love you, my little blue bird.
It’s so niceto have found you again.
The day after Aaron wakes from his coma:
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