My brain has been in gagaland for the past few weeks, so don't expect
much out of this. Beware my sense of humour. :p
Rhionae
http://www.crosswinds.net/~rhionae/
Pokemon belongs to Game Freak, Nintendo and whoever else. I'm just
torturing some characters for my own (non-profitable) amusement.
True Love
I love him. I can't help it. He's beautiful, kind loving - and he
absolutely adores me. I know he does. Oh, he doesn't take me out
often, but when he does - he looks at me with those shimmering emerald
eyes, and...
Well... My instincts take over at that point.
A lot of people don't seem to understand my reaction to his presence,
but I don't really mind. As long as _he_ knows what I mean, then that's
all that matters, right? And he does know. I see it every time he
glances my way, his very soul visible in those vibrant eyes, the very
colour of life itself. It's why he lets me get so close to him, much
closer than any of the others who travel with him. _They_ have never
dared such intimacy as I have instigated.
He's simply delicious. If I had my way, my lips would never leave his
fresh-scented skin, nor his silken hair, so soft in my mouth. The
smallest hint of his taste is too tantalising for me to resist. I find
myself giving in to the urgent demands of my body whenever he ventures
close enough - which is frequent indeed.
It's still not enough, though. It's never enough. He's become a
necessary part of my life, as fundamental as the sun in the sky, the air
I breathe, or the water I drink.
I need him.
Why can't the others understand that? Is my need so different from
theirs? It must be for them to shun me so. It doesn't matter what they
think of me, but they've been _looking_ at _him_ lately. They have
questions in their eyes that I'm not sure he's ready to answer. I would
protect him from those glances if I could, but I can't bring myself to
do the one thing that would make them stop looking. I simply can't give
him up. So I d the next best thing.
I envelop his entire head in my mouth.
At least this way he can't see them looking - and we're still as close
as ever before. Closer, even, for I can feel him inside me, his hair
tickling my throat until our mutual need for air forces me to let him
go.
He's so sweet - yet I crave more. Perhaps one day the others will
understand that species differences should not be a barrier to true
love; but until that day...
We'll both have to settle for these little kisses.
***
Yes, I do realise that I'm insane. Work with me here.