Opium....
Flooding his brain like a tidal wave, overcome by the alexithymia of it all, he reached out and grabbed her hand. Pulling her closer in, he sank his head in her hair and took in a deep breath....
Opium....
Overwhelming his senses.
"Jaaneman", he breathed, over and over again, slowly, huskily... his voice caught at the ragged edges of his throat and he swallowed. A gulp that freed out his Adam's apple and she could feel it bob up and down against her skull.
"Jaaneman, you will not be the death of me". She tinkered that laugh of hers that always set his heart beating a thousand beats too fast and pulled back slightly. Their upper bodies, thus intertwined, was cordiformed. It seemed like their fate had been written in the stars and their destinies sealed long ago. How could he ever have enough of her? It seemed an impossible, wicked and foolish task. A curse on anyone who tried to separate him from this one. He had waited long and hard and when he first met her, almost missed the opportunity as he was focused on other things... The physical attributes.
It had not been a chance meeting, it was properly arranged by a friend of theirs. At first sight, he had hissed to himself. Which kain woman be this na? He had been told she was a potential hit and he had come to check her out to assure himself the hit would be worth his while. She was not model thin, not ebony skinned with fake tresses falling to just beneath her waist line. Sapiosexual that he was, he could see at a glance that she was not even the brightest penny in the drawer. He loved striking women. She was not striking! She was just....... attractive.
He would have been a master fabulist to deny that the pull he felt from her that day was stronger than that of absinthe to the experienced palate. Suddenly he felt his heart warm up. It was extremely apricious. The apricity was so overwhelming, he felt he was floating, walking on water, gliding through air, arms outstretched, reaching for the galaxy.
Nemesistically, he tried to shrug off the warmth in his heart. No, his heart had been painfully pierced in the past and he was not about to succumb. And then she reached out her hand, he clapsed it in his and sank into heaven, he released himself and permited the Orenda of her to enfold him in her ample bosom. This was heaven, this was bliss.
He likened being with her to having a shot of opium delivered directly to the brain. Whenever they spent time apart, the zweisamkeit of it all was almost gibellious. Zweisamkeit became a part of him, hollow longing and desire always by his side. He would not let this one go... ever!
She shrugged herself out of his grasp and playfully cuffed his chest. Gathering the sheets around her, she stood up off the bed and walked down to the dresser in that slow sensuous manner that she knew would set his blood aflame anew, she threw a glance over her shoulder and smiled at the realisation that his body had responded exactly how she knew it would.
She pushed back the sciamachy that briefly threatened to cloud her brow, sat down and began to expertly apply her make up. Within a manner of minutes, she was done, her eyebrows expertly arched, her eyelashes properly fluffed out and the cordiform of her lips exquisitely highlighted. She shrugged into her clothes and turned back to face him as he lay on the bed, gently carressing himself as he watched her, and held her arms out...
Alexithymia rose in him again as he rolled off the bed and walked towards her, enveloping her in his warm embrace and soaking himself deep within the intoxicating headiness of her. God, he was a fool. He was lost in her. Addicted! Woefully so.....
"Honey", she whispered against his chest, "I really have to go now, but you have promised me you would be home all through today haven't you?"
He swallowed down the nemesism that threatened to burst forth at the thought of this temporary separation and nodded his head.
"My love, I promise you I will be back and I promise you, you will not regret it"
It was with a great deal of sciamachy that he nodded his head, knowing that only an extreme fantasist would deny her her right to walk free. He was not as fabulist as others, he knew he had no hold on her yet, but he intended to remedy that as soon as time and circumstances would allow. For now, he would comfort himself with the brief encounters they had. She was like an orenda inside of him, he had grown used to gibelousity in her absence.
As she walked out and closed the door behind her softly, he let out a soft laugh. Here he was, the most wanted armed robber in the entire land, as fierce and dangerous as he was, turned to putty in the hands of a married mother of four, living only for the stolen moments in her company.....
