Kiss

We stopped in a small town that was far enough away for us to feel safe, though in retrospect, I didn’t know that I would ever feel safe again. August had fallen into a deep sleep, which neither of us could not rouse him from. It was Silas who came up with the idea to pinch him, but it was me who was supposed to administer it.

Pain is often an opening. Whether or not it would work on him was anyone's guess, but this would be no fragile, matronly pinch, instead, cutting to directly to the quick of things. There was always the danger of retaliation and I knew that. Somewhere in the back of my mind this made sense, but even as thumb and forefinger connected, I hadn't expected the volatile reaction that would follow. August immediately flailed awake, his arm coming down atop my own, trying to knock mine away. I heard the crack of bone, mine, and cried out, immediately pulling my arm back into my chest and cradling it with my other hand. The back of my eyelids burned with hot tears and I whispered to Silas that he was.. receptive.

While Silas wrapped my arm to stabilize it, and our attention turned back to the real patient, who had sat quietly staring, as if in some sort of trance. He had known to strike out at pain, which Silas had concluded rose him notches above infantile. He was in there, somewhere, lost and unable to find his way out. And was it any wonder, after all he had been through?

I lowered in front of him, my hand touching the top of his knee. His gaze dropped to my hand and I realized there must be a shadow of recognition. I took his hand, pressing his palm against my chest, while I leaned in, my mouth at his throat. I could taste the combination of lake water and sweat, as well as something more. Uncertainty.

Much can be said for the primal urges of the body, the ancient telling of temptation and delight. He responded, his eyes flaring as I kissed him. Or rather, as he kissed me.

There was a small sound that came from somewhere deep inside me when I was kissing him, an unconscious effort to draw him out. There was more careful pressure offered his mouth, going as slowly as I could, trying not to frighten him. In some strange way, he was .. virginal and innocent and I wanted to take my time with him. There was little doubt that instinct would take over at some point, or maybe memory.

His hand lifted and fisted in my hair, holding me tightly against him. I had awakened.. something. Lust. Which had quickly culminated into sex. It would take time, but I was certain he was going to be alright.