She Has Risen

She stretches in bed.  She is alone, enjoying the first morning she has been able to sleep-in in what seems like an eternity. 

Slowly she rolls onto her side, winces and, eyes flying wide open, jumps out of bed to the mirror.  Not the long mirror against the wall next to her bed; she smiles as she remembers him watching her in it.  Flipping on the bathroom light she stands in the bright room, hitching down the back of her pajama pants and there it is. 

Beauty.  Pleasure.  Pain.

The hair brush he used left a bruise.

She smiles.

A New Beginning

Maybe it's his former job or his background. She doesn't know, but it's there - he has a presence about him... 

He seemed nervous, though.  But then she took his hand and he calmed.  That was all it took.  A silent permission?  He continually touched her after that - his arm around her, his hand on her hip, his leg against hers.

They were sitting in the balcony, listening to the opening band.  Noise.  It was all just noise.

He turned towards her and put his hand in her hair, grasping it tightly pulling her head back and her face up.  Her breath caught as she closed her eyes to the sweet, sharp feeling of pain; not a lot, but it was enough.  And then his lips were on hers - warm and soft.  She felt his tongue slowly lick across her bottom lip and then he bit down, gently tugging and sucking her into him.  He pulled her head back again and nipped his way down her neck.

There was no noise now; just the sound of the blood rushing in her ears and the whisper of promise.