Closer

\"The Undead\"

One out of a million
Chances,
and I was struck down by
Lightning-
Electrified,
Scorched,
and stopping my
Heart.
Losing all my
Senses.
I never heard the
Thunder-
never felt the
Wind-
Didn\'t feel the
Rain
pelt my Body.

~Jillian Ashley

Nearly two hours later, the director finally decided he had gotten all the shots he needed. In between takes, Rosalyn said absolutely nothing to Sean. As soon as their director yelled \"That\'s a fucking wrap, people!\" she quickly grabbed her robe and briskly walked off set. Feeling an extreme amount of guilt (for what, he was not exactly sure), he followed her to go apologize. Without knocking, he entered her dressing room, just as she was beginning to undress.

\"Damn it, Sean! What the fuck are you doing?!\" She shrieked as she hastily pulled the robe back on.

\"Sorry, sorry. I wasn\'t thinking...\" He quickly amended as he pushed the door closed. Keeping her back to him, but watching him from the large vanity mirror in front of her, she asked him again- except now calm.

\"What are you doing?\"

\"I just wanted to know if you\'re okay.\" He said quietly.

\"Of course I\'m not okay. How easy this all must\'ve been for you.\" She said in a low, angry tone. Getting angry himself, he stormed up right behind her, glaring at her reflection.

\"How dare you think that this is any easier for me than it is for you? I can\'t even begin to explain-\"

\"Then don\'t.\" She cut in, with an arch of her eyebrow. Watching him through the mirror, she saw his eyes soften.

\"I know this is a long time coming, but at least it\'s before it\'s too late.\"

\"Who said it wasn\'t?\" She asked quietly.

\"Is it?\" He asked just as quietly. She heaved a huge sigh before replying.

\"Honestly, I don\'t know.\" He slowly placed his hands on her shoulders, gauging her reaction. She remained still as she continued to watch in the mirror.

\"We were fools, you know. To actually believe that we could be professionals while playing pretend. Do you know how hard it was for me to not really touch you?\" As he stated that, his hands became more insistent, making their presence known. He began to message her back. She didn\'t stop him. Her unwavering stare seemed to challenge him, so he continued. Slowly bringing his hands down her back, he slid them to the front of her body, untying the sash to the robe. She watched in silence as he proceeded to disrobe her. She even slightly assisted him by raised her arms, so he could pull of her flesh tone top.

Grazing his fingers against her hardened nipples, he asked her, \"Do you want me to?\" She closed her eyes (from the question or the physical contact, he couldn\'t tell), as she answered his question.

\"Don\'t.\" Briefly stopping the movements of his hands, but not moving them, he asked, \"Don\'t what?\"

\"Don\'t ruin this by speaking. I don\'t wanna think anymore. I just want to feel.\" She said quietly, yet firmly as she leaned into him. Her body remembered his touch well, and silently ached for more.

Bringing his hands slowly down from her breasts to her torso, and further down to her hips. He hooked his thumbs into the flesh tone panties, kneeling as he slowly pulled them down. He kissed her on her lower back before he stood up, marveling at her slight shiver to his lips\' slight caress on her body. After untying his own robe, he pulled off his underwear as well, though leaving his robe on. She felt her wetness begin to flow even more as she felt his hardness rub against her bottom. He began to kiss her neck as he lightly touched her lower lips with one hand, and rubbing her thigh with the other. She felt the hand that was touching her thigh move lower to her knee. He then brought her leg up, hooking it in his arm.

\"Open your eyes.\" He commanded in a soft voice. She did as he told her, not really believing what she was seeing. She couldn\'t stop looking at him, herself, them- together, intimate. After looking at her eyes for a moment, he moved his hand from her womanhood, placing it on his shaft. Keeping his eyes on hers, he maneuvered himself inside of her. They both gasped as he slid into her extremely wet entrance. He grasped her mid section as he went all the way in to the hilt, all the while watching her in the mirror. For a minute he lost his senses, entranced by her tight, wet folds. Then he realized that she had closed her eyes again.

\"Keep them open. I want you to see.\" He said in a husky voice. She opened them again to see the two of them undulating together. She could feel her body heat rising as the excitement coursed through her. *What am I doing?* She thought to herself. But she couldn\'t stop. It was as almost if she had been possessed; by what she wasn\'t sure. All she knew was that she couldn\'t stop. Her body knew what it wanted; what it was addicted to; what it desperately seemed to need. Need. That\'s what it all comes down to. Her body needed, while his ached and craved.

He kissed her arms as they wound themselves around his neck, her body pressing against his even more.

\"Rosalyn, Rosalyn.\" She heard him rumble into her ear. Her body tingled and shuddered as he went faster. The hand holding her midsection went down to cup her sex. Then his long, nimble fingers began to sensuously rub her bundle of nerves. Her moans filled his ears. He could tell she was close. Her eyelids were heavy, but she continued to watch.

\"Try to keep them open, okay? I want you to see how beautiful you are when you cum for me.\" He said in a deeply sensual voice. She felt herselfraliraling over the edge with the addition of his voice and his words. Her contracting walls made him follow her soon after. She collapsed against him, her eyes finally closing from the power of her orgasm. He slowly let her leg down, nuzzling her neck as he did so. As he deeply breathed in her scent, he whispered,\" I love you, Rosalyn. I\'m still in love with you.\"


\"Only the united beat of sex and heart can create ecstasy.\"

~Anais Nin