Phoenix Stone
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The taking of Rachel
(OOC~ trying this again. Open to find a Rick.)
Don't think I don't notice the way you've been watching me.
Your eyes slide away but not quickly enough. All this time. Think you've figured me out now, Lover? Think we'll ever be that?
You let B. take me every night, without making a move. Are you watching? Do you like what he does, the way he does it? He even fakes your moves, grabbing my hair, yanking my wrists overhead. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you? Be him?
Or maybe I don't understand you yet. You've only written me twice, and then only in response to my letters. You are so good at hiding. Yet I can feel you all around me. Was it you I knew so long ago? In the warm darkness under the trees, your voice low, so soft was it just a voice in my head telling me, 'yes, yes, I want you. Yes, like that. I know you... in all the dark, secret places... I know you.'
That was your voice, a smile I could feel even in the dark.
Hands that touched mine... almost. Hovering there in the dark overhead, your breath a warm breeze against my neck, then away. Even when you are not around, I feel your hands slithering through my hair, a finger trails down my nape, you breathing into my skin.
In your sleep you come around, in your sleep you stir and pull me to you. And I welcome you. Who are you? All I know is your name. Rick.
Come to me Lover,
Your Rachel
(OOC~ trying this again. Open to find a Rick.)
Don't think I don't notice the way you've been watching me.
Your eyes slide away but not quickly enough. All this time. Think you've figured me out now, Lover? Think we'll ever be that?
You let B. take me every night, without making a move. Are you watching? Do you like what he does, the way he does it? He even fakes your moves, grabbing my hair, yanking my wrists overhead. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you? Be him?
Or maybe I don't understand you yet. You've only written me twice, and then only in response to my letters. You are so good at hiding. Yet I can feel you all around me. Was it you I knew so long ago? In the warm darkness under the trees, your voice low, so soft was it just a voice in my head telling me, 'yes, yes, I want you. Yes, like that. I know you... in all the dark, secret places... I know you.'
That was your voice, a smile I could feel even in the dark.
Hands that touched mine... almost. Hovering there in the dark overhead, your breath a warm breeze against my neck, then away. Even when you are not around, I feel your hands slithering through my hair, a finger trails down my nape, you breathing into my skin.
In your sleep you come around, in your sleep you stir and pull me to you. And I welcome you. Who are you? All I know is your name. Rick.
Come to me Lover,
Your Rachel
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