Velvet Dark (re-post)

I was feeling restless, dizzy, and out of sorts. I could smell my drunk coming on. It was not going to be pretty.

My mind adrift with memory, thoughts and imaginings. The slightest contact now would send me into spirals of misgivings. I did not want that. I wished that I could remain focused and sharp. Reality sharp, I mean, not my dreamy excuse for it.

I walked into the smoky atmosphere, full to the brim with laughing and empty promises. The smell of beer and desperation hanging in the air, almost visible.

There in the darkest corner I saw him. My salvation. My sacrificial lamb. He didn’t have any idea of how important he was to me as he sat there, eyes drifting lazily across the room like the cigarette smoke that flowed from carelessly held cylinders of tobacco and paper. I could tell he was broken inside, apart from the self-assured wholeness he tried to project.

My heart skipped a beat. Or did it? Perhaps it speeded up, but it was all the same sensation in that hazy, dream-like atmosphere.

I walked to the bar, ordered my slice of unreality on the rocks, and then made my way towards him. I didn’t approach him right away, but stood a little distance apart from him, my peripheral vision waiting to see if he caught himself looking. He did. His eyes flicked over me once, disinterested. That half-hearted look incensed me, made me want to go over and splash burning alcohol and cold ice cubes onto his face. I inched closer, my body swaying to some inner rhythm, pretending to keep the beat of the raucous music that pounded through the air. Placing my glass on the table before him, I lifted my eyes and willed him to meet my unselfconscious stare. He did, and I saw a cloud of uncertainty flit across his clear blue eyes. Then it cleared, and he spoke in his deep voice. “Hi.”

It was all he said, but it was enough to solidify my resolve. He was it. I nodded to myself and moved to right in front of him, conscious of how my woman smell drifted to his nostrils – I saw them flare slightly as he caught a stray tendril of perfume. He smiled, tried to appear self-assured and in control. I wasn’t having any of that. I told him that we would dance. He nodded once and stood, taking my hand in his as we moved fluidly towards the knot of people writhing on the dance-floor. As we danced, I grazed my body against his. Light, almost accidental touches of my skin against him. I felt the electricity each time. His body and being yearned for me. It made me smile.

Yes, I thought. Yes. He is the one tonight. Tomorrow there will be another, but for tonight he is all that I need.

Suddenly I caught a spark of emotion and anger from across the room. My eyes scanned, and eventually found the source. A brassy blonde, too full of alcohol and men’s compliments to imagine herself any less than perfect. She angered me.

Glancing an apology to him, I moved to her, pulled her ear close to my mouth, and whispered to her. She bridled in anger, but one look from me, and she was subdued, realising her powerlessness beneath the makeup and blonde hair dye.

My lips set in a grim line; I made my way back to him, swaying as my rhythm took hold of me once again. He smiled and asked if I knew her. I replied with some or other flippant answer and he was satisfied with that.

After we had danced, I held my mouth to his ear and whispered the words that I knew he wanted to hear. We moved towards the door, I led him outside, so far from the safe places he had known. I could smell his lust springing upon him, like a fox surprises a rabbit.

Outside it was cool. There was rain in the air, but for now it was just a promise. The darkness enfolded us and the sounds of the night seemed to rise up and form a screen around us. He mumbled something about how beautiful I was, and I realised then that I was the link between his reality and his dreaming.

No matter.

My purpose was clear, my hunger sharp. I kissed him, and then pulled back in time to see a fog of madness fill his eyes. He grasped me tight, and I let him feel that he was overpowering me, it fed him. He clutched and gasped as his mouth roamed over my neck, his tongue in my ear, his breath cloudy and beery as it spread across my skin. I allowed him to have his way. His hand stroked and grabbed at my breasts, his lust and longing making him clumsy and rough. I reveled in it all. I could smell him. The scent coming in waves off of him made my hunger into a keening scream within me. As he fumbled with my skirt, trying to lift it and sink his fingers into the warmth and wet of me, I closed my eyes. Waiting. Waiting.

Waiting for precisely the right moment.

His lust was an almost visible fog about us now, rich and dark and throbbing through the air between us. I grasped the back of his head, licked my lips, and sank my teeth into the tender flesh of his neck. Just below his full earlobe. He gasped, mistaking my hunger for lust. It was only when he felt the needle-sharp prick of my teeth against the skin of his delicate artery that he gave pause for thought. By then it was too late.

He was mine.

He struggled, but I let the strength that I had kept hidden in a show of feminine helplessness take over. He tried to cry out, but his words were so full with lust and fear that they were unintelligible. I sank my teeth into his blue vein, and felt the rush of thick, hot blood flow into my mouth. Better than orgasm, that first taste.

Better than sex had ever been.


One thought on “Velvet Dark (re-post)

  1. NIce! That is SUPER steamy! Love the brassy blonde! I knew she was a bitch the moment you mentioned her. 😉 Now you HAVE to fill us in more about this character and who she is and where she came from and where she’s going! Great work Monica!

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