Requiem

Chapter 1
The Beginning

His hands trailed over her body, his fingers leaving warm trails against her shivering skin. His lips followed their path, leaving open-mouthed kisses against every inch of her soft, pliable flesh, suckling at her nipple until she cried out and grasped his hair, arching her back. He smirked against her, and she opened her mouth, intending to chew into him for it, but a moan escaped her lips as he pressed one arm across her hips and used the other to tease her clit, his mouth still pressed against her breast.

She writhed beneath him, biting her lip and moaning in her throat, tilting her head back as electricity shot through her system, heat pooling in her belly and quickly growing to a inferno of passion. Her pleasure continued to build, increasing tenfold as he slipped a finger between her netherlips, caressing her, teasing her. Suddenly, the wet heat surrounding her left nipple vanished, and he kissed her, bruising her plump lips before pulling back. She could feel his breath, and she was somewhat satisfied that he was as breathless as she.

But all thought was chased from her mind the instant that his teasing finger plunged into her in one swift motion. Her mouth parted in a silent cry, and he captured her lips again, his tongue sweeping around the cavern of her mouth as though he wanted to memorize each and every crevice. She returned his fervor with her own passion, twining her tongue around his, both of them fighting a battle they were determined to win.

Eve gave up first, her need for oxygen coupling with the wondrous sensations coursing through her body with every thrust of his fingers, although she didn't quite remember when he had added more than one. His mouth trailed from her lips to her ear, his breath raspy as he spoke.

"So wet for me..." he whispered, the husky timbre of his voice sending shivers down her spine. He planted a slow, sensual kiss into her ear, his teeth closing around the sensitive shell moments later. A soft moan fell from her lips, and she arched her back, thrusting her hips against his slowly moving hand. He chuckled, the deep sound rumbling against her chest and vibrating against her ear. He slowed further, and she couldn't help the disappointed groan that came from her parted lips. He kissed her again, something in his kiss slowing and calming her down.

She opened her mouth to tell him something, though she wasn't quite sure what, but was silenced by another kiss, a gentle kiss that left her breathless in a different way than his harder one from earlier. "Let me pleasure you, Eve," he murmured against her lips, moving the hand between her legs until his fingers slipped from her folds. She moaned at the loss, and he kissed her again, gently. "Let me do this for you." She knew it was a question, and she managed to nod, marveling at how sweetly he pressed his lips to hers, how softly he trailed his mouth down the column of her neck and over her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipples. She moaned again, twining her fingers into his silky hair as he continued to feather kisses onto her belly.

He ran his tongue over the line of skin just above her dark curls, and she gasped as he ran his nose through them, inhaling deeply. His hands grasped her thighs, the muscles in his arms working to push her legs further apart as he settled between them. The cool air against her wetness made her shiver, and she jumped as he blew air onto her, mewling at the sensation. He chuckled again, and, before she could catch her breath, his mouth descended on her, tongue and lips working to fire the passion that had settled down just moments before.

Her fingers tightened around the hair in them, and she opened her mouth and moaned for all she was worth, resisting the urge to close her thighs around his head and settling for pulling on his hair instead, some part of her fogged mind wondering if she was hurting him. He didn't seem to mind the pulling, however, and, if anything, it only spurred him on, his tongue delving into her as though he were a death row inmate eating his last meal. After a particularly deep thrust, she moaned louder than she ever had, her hips arching up and her hands pushing down, pressing his face into her wet snatch and throwing her head back in complete ecstasy. She was so close... So close.

"Ohhhh... P-please... Please..."

"Please what, kitten? What do you want?" She moaned again, the sound of his silk and velvet voice washing over her like chocolate.

"I - I want... I want..."

"Yes?" He breathed the word, sending multiple tremors through her body. "Tell me what you want, Eve. Say it." Her lips trembled, and he lavished her dripping pussy with one long lick, her hips arching up to prolong the contact long after it had gone. "Eve, say it."

"Make... M-make me cum... Please, please make me cum." She managed to open her eyes in time to see the grin he threw her, and then his mouth closed around her clit, three fingers plunged into her, and he began to work her like a madman.

She bit back a scream, a high-pitched whine escaping her throat. She was close again, the sensations almost overwhelming her with their intensity. She began to thrust her hips in time with his fingers, and her moans gained a wild edge to them, her mind clouded over with lust and passion. Suddenly, he moaned against her clit, and the vibrations sent her up and over the edge, her scream scratching her throat as her muscles spasmed, her inner walls contracting around his fingers as the rest of her went slack, her mouth open as he continued to move softly, extending the pleasure until she pushed him frantically away, unable to take any more.

She was faintly aware of his lean body coming up to rest halfway on top of her sweaty one, but she didn't truly register him until he planted a kiss to her damp temple, his mouth soft. "You're beautiful, kitten," he murmured, his words gentle against her skin. She turned her head toward him lazily, her body sluggish in its haze, and was graced with a smile so sensuous that she felt her belly twist. "And you taste just as beautiful as you look." She couldn't help the blush that spread across her cheeks, and he chuckled. "But you'll have to wake up now. Its time for you to go to work."

As the words left his lips, a steady beeping started somewhere near her left ear, growing louder and louder as the seconds passed. She opened her mouth, but he pressed a finger over it, smiling in a way that made her remember all the times her mother had smiled at her as a child. "Don't ask any questions, Eve," he said, removing his finger after he was sure that she would remain silent. He lifted his left arm and stuck his first three fingers into his mouth, his crimson eyes darkening slightly. "Happy birthday."

And then she woke up, gasping and sitting up in bed while simultaneously reaching for her alarm clock. She silenced the offending thing, then rubbed a shaking hand over her face and through her dark hair, wincing as her fingers caught in the tangled curls. It didn't take her long to realize what her dream had done to her; the evidence was pooled between her legs, moisture on her thighs and sweat rolling down her back, matting her tank-top to her skin. She sighed again, groaning slightly to herself as she slipped out of bed and into the hallway, suddenly insanely glad that she had decided to rent out an apartment instead of staying at her parents' place, her cheeks burning fiercely with the thought of her mother knowing that she was having wet dreams.

Eve shook her head, padding into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her before turning to the mirror, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, her forest green eyes even darker with traces of her previous lust. She shook herself again, forcing the thoughts of her dream from her mind as she turned on the cold water, splashing her face before starting in with her usual morning ritual.

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"Eve? Eve are you listening to me? Eve!" The young woman started, her eyes going wide as she turned to her boss, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the look on his face.

"S-sorry, what?" Matthew shook his head and sighed, his cerulean eyes alight with some emotion she couldn't decipher.

"I was asking you if you'd go stack the new shipment. The truck just got here." Eve nodded, forcing her blush down and plastering a smile onto her face.

"Sure, no problem," she mumbled, standing and suddenly remembering why she had been zoned out; a spark shot up her spine as her thighs rubbed together, and she bit back a frustrated groan. That dream was going to be the end of her!

She suppressed another groan as she walked toward the loading dock at the back of the bookstore, running her hand through her hair and blowing a puff of air out through her lips. This sexual frustration was starting to get to her; all day, she'd been bombarded with images of her dream, and she had decided that she wouldn't go lock herself in a bathroom stall like she desperately wanted to. Unfortunately, her panties were soaked, and she wasn't quite sure anymore if she would be able to resist if things kept up.

Pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind, she threw a smile to the driver of the truck as she stepped outside, the cool afternoon breeze feeling like heaven on her flushed cheeks. "Hey there," she called, keeping her voice light.

"Afternoon, ma'am. Where do you want us to put these boxes?" As he spoke, the driver slapped a meaty palm against the side of the truck, and another man stepped out of the passenger side door as the driver opened the back. Eve stared for a moment, caught up in the sight of his muscular chest and big hands, then cleared her throat and stopped oogling him, smiling and nodding slightly to him in greeting.

"Um, they can go inside. I'll show you."

"Alright. Come on, Ty, I'm not payin' you to enjoy the view." Eve blushed at his words, noticing for the first time that the second man, Ty, she now knew, hadn't looked away from her yet. She glanced at him, and he nodded slightly, his eyes roving over her before he turned away and lifted a box from the back of the truck. Eve forced her arousal-ridden mind to focus on the task at hand, turning and leading the men to the storage room, placing the boxes in a single line fron the door.

After about ten minutes and five boxes, the job was done, and Eve, having gotten a hold of herself by then, smiled at the men and showed them out, ignoring the look Ty gave her before shutting and locking the back door after them. She brushed her slightly sweaty hair from her face and went into the storage room, using her key to open the first box. She lifted it after reading the title of the books inside, then made her way back to the front of the store and set the box down before bending to reach in and begin shelving.

She fell easily into the rhythm of opening, carrying, and unloading boxes, and was only jolted out of her work-induced stupor after Matthew nudged her with his foot as she was kneeling at a bookshelf. She looked up at him with question in her eyes, and he grinned before informing her that she had worked right through her lunch break. Eve gaped, and her stomach growled in confirmation of Matt's findings.

"I was really into it, I guess," she mumbled, standing and absentmindedly brushing off her slacks although she hadn't even been sitting on the floor. Matthew smiled.

"No problem; you got a lot done. Why don't you go ahead and take your break now? I'll give you an hour."

"A whole hour? Are you sure? Don't you need - "

"Eve, we honestly don't get much traffic on a Monday, so yes, I'm sure you can take an hour lunch. There's a nice bistro down the street, in case you wanna try it." Eve opened her mouth to protest, but Matt held up a hand and shook his head. "I insist. Call it a birthday present." After a moment, Eve sighed and nodded, placing the last few books on the shelf while Matthew walked away, grabbing her purse as she headed out the door.

The mid-spring air was cool and fragrant, and Eve nodded to an elderly woman as she began down the street, heading toward the bistro that Matthew had mentioned. She hadn't been walking long when a whisper reached her ears, her name said so clearly that she jumped and turned, thinking that whoever had spoken had to be standing right next to her. But there was nothing but empty air and a curious glance from a man walking in the opposite direction as her. She cleared her throat lightly and continued down the street, figuring that the bistro was on the next block.

A few minutes later, the whisper sounded again, further away but clear enough so that Eve could hear the desperation in it, the beckoning tone that made her stop and turn around. Nothing.

Okay, calm down, Eve. You're hearing things. There's nobody there. But as she turned to start walking again, the whisper got a little louder, a spoken exclamation that sounded as though someone had shouted from very far away. She held her breath. God I must be going crazy... I'll have to ask Zoe if extreme hunger can give you hallucinations. She chuckled to herself at the thought of seeing the look on her step-sister's pretty face after asking her that particular question. Her left foot inched forward, and every bone in her body froze, ice shooting through her veins. Eve!

That shout was the loudest, and Eve's ears rang with the intensity of it, her eyes screwing shut and her hands twitching as she resisted covering her ears; she was sure that she already looked mad enough standing motionless in the middle of the sidewalk, and there was no need to complete the 'madwoman' impression and send herself to the asylum. She took a deep, shuddering breath, then placed her foot back where it had been before, opening her eyes and looking around her again.

There was nothing except a nice looking apartment building and a few miscellaneous shops bearing the odd 'help wanted' and 'now hiring' signs in the windows. And as she peered closely in each storefront and inspected each pane in the apartment building, she only solidified her belief; that there was something wrong with her and that there was no one calling her name. No one at all. She sighed, shifted her purse on her arm, and moved to walk away again. Something clinked as it hit pavement, and the cold feeling in her body subsided abruptly, Eve's head snapping down to inspect what had fallen. A glint of silver caught her eye, and she knelt, her fingers closing around a silver chain.

She held it up in front of her face, examining the necklace as it dangled there, the ruby teardrop sparkling in the sunlight. Set in silver, the shimmering jewel seemed to smile at her, and she stared at it until the merry tone of her phone jolted her out of her reverie. Palming he necklace, she stood, reaching into her purse with her free hand and fishing for the small silver device. As she pressed the 'answer' key, a sharp pain blossomed in her palm, and she hissed before greeting the person on the other end, half listening to their 'happy birthday' as she observed her wound, the dark crimson of her blood smearing the silver of the pendant and blending with the red of the ruby.

"Thanks, Andie, but next time why don't you write me a letter? English is your major, not music."

Eve walked down the street, wincing and chuckling as she listened to Andie Williams go on about how she was always hurting his feelings, completely oblivious to the pair of crimson eyes watching her from the shadows of a nearby alleyway.

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Author's Note: And there's chapter 1! Hope you enjoyed!