Smile

Smile

Author’s Note: This is an original one-shot written at a friend’s suggestion. I was going through one of my “vampy” phases at the time and this is the result.


I didn’t want to do it. And yet, I did.
Echoes of The Clash singing, “Should I stay or should I go, now,” rambled on in the background; such irony. Who chose the music tonight, anyway? I guess I did.
“Should I stay or should I go?”
Should I?
He looked so innocent, lying there, half-asleep, yet always alert.
The glow from the firelight reflected off his body; illuminating his flesh, causing him to appear less like an actual human and more like a statue carved of marble.
I reached out to touch him, my fingertips lightly brushing the cool expanse of his chest. He stirred slightly, eyelashes fluttering as a slow smile played across his lips and he murmured softly.
An unruly lock of jet-black hair fell across his face and I brushed it back, tucking it behind his ear.
He was beautiful. Genuinely, the most beautiful man I had ever known.

We had been together three months, Julian and I, though I could scarcely recall a single moment before meeting him. I worked in a bookstore; he was a customer. I’d helped him locate a copy of an out-of-print novel he had to have and he, in turn, changed my life.
Was it love? Perhaps.
Lust? Definitely.
I had never known anyone like him. Everything about him made my head swim and my senses reel. The way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he smelled; he intoxicated me.
His skin, flawless and seemingly translucent was stunning when matched with his shoulder length dark hair and flashing eyes.
At times, his beauty seemed unnerving, sinuous, sensuous; so very seductive. When we were out, everyone turned to stare at him, men and women alike. Many were attracted, the rest envious that such perfection be attributed to only one person.
The Ancient Greeks had commissioned countless statues of their gods, but where theirs were reduced to ruin or mere museum displays, mine lay next to me, swathed in velvet on the tiled floor.
He exuded masculinity from every pore, yet there was a quality to him that I couldn’t fully describe. Just something …
I think it had something to do with his mouth. Perfect white teeth wreathed by full rosy lips. When he spoke, when he just smiled, I was spellbound.
Yes.
It was his mouth, those tempting lips that led me to be in this place, at this time. Pondering a question I hadn’t expected, yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I had hoped he would ask.
He was offering me the world.
Would I accept?
Did I dare?

My fingers traveled over his ribcage, ivory skin drawn taut over the bones, down to where the velvet wrap suggestively fell across his hips. There, I hesitated.
Suddenly, his hand was grasping my arm, pulling my body across his own as he rolled onto his back to accommodate me. The wrap slid from him as his eyes flashed open; mesmerizing black orbs. I was lost then, feeling myself falling into those bottomless pools of night, as his lips sought mine. Their coolness shocked me the first time we’d kissed; hungering for each other like teenagers in heat.
Lightly, he drew my lower lip between his teeth, piercing it slightly as I tasted the coppery flavor of my own blood on my tongue.
“I love you,” he whispered, “You know that, right?”
“Mmm.” I was dazed, too overcome to respond.
I knew.
“Have you given any thought to my question, then?”
I stopped, gazing down upon him, feeling his arms come to rest languidly across my back, tracing patterns over my skin with the tips of his fingers.
It was then that I realized I’d known what my answer would be the minute he had asked the question, what it had to be. I could never turn him down, no matter what the request.
He loved me and me, him.
The early part of the evening had been for me, and my pleasures.
He had given and I had taken, freely, wantonly, consumed by the passion.
This then, was for him.
Sliding to my side, I reached up and drew my hair back, tugging the shining brown-red length of it away from across our bodies, where it had veiled us.
He watched my face intently, those luminous eyes of his scanning mine for approval.
I thought I would be unsure, scared, tentative, but I wanted this as much as he did.
Touching his lips with two of my fingers, I tipped my head to the side and smiled.
Trembling, he fell upon me, his mouth closing over my neck, greedily. The world spun out of control, everything cart-wheeling around me like a crazy kaleidoscope. Time slowed to a crawl and the lights grew dim.
As through a dream, he drew me with him until we were upright and I could barely hear the mellifluous sound of his voice telling me to drink.
I felt the warm liquid slide down my throat before I realized where it had originated. Consciousness flooded through me in wave after crashing wave as I grasped his open wrist to my lips.
The fireworks that exploded in my brain seemed to start a chain-reaction that left us both shuddering from the rapture.
When he drew away, a warm, loving smile began to spread across his gorgeous features.
Would I still want to see that beautiful smile, feel these arms around me, savor the honey of these lips for all of eternity?
Oh, yeah.
He enveloped me in his embrace and we descended into one another, separate, yet whole for the first time.