Deep Kisses

He was nervous of this woman, or he should say this girl dressed as a woman, she made his heart flutter and his fingertips itch with the maddening desire to touch her skin.
Those green eyes of hers always seemed to be twinkling with some mischief or some inside joke she told herself.
Then those emerald depths would turn to him at times filled with a wisdom so deep he felt as if he was looking into the soul of the universe. He would learn everything there was to learn within her and all would be magic.
Oh yes, she terrified him so he covered it with his arrogance, his flippancy and he knew it hurt her at times.
The eyes, the green eyes flecked with gold, would flinch away from him or shift into a shimmer of sadness that broke his soul open a little more each time.
He needed to keep it together so he stitched it shut with good intentions and bad actions.

"What do you want to do tonight?" He asked as they stood on the grass in the park. Dusk was settling into night and the stars were coming out.
Her little form stood a few feet away as she stared at the playground in the distance. it was a hulking structure, one of the few wooden play ground sets he had seen in a public park. It was a massive fort like thing with many hidey holes and places to play. He wondered why she liked being so childish but she did one thing to him that no one else ever did; set him in a place where he felt alive. Truly, wildly alive.

"Let's go play in the fort. Hide and seek? Then swing on the swings. Then they do have a pool. The fence is not too high." she laughed and twirled around when he scoffed at her idea.
It was for stupid teenagers, why didn't they just go back to his place and play hide and seek in his room.
her laugh cut him.
"What?" he said, a little hurt.

"Why not stay out here in the night. Feeling the air along our skin. Being free." She walked over to him and his heartbeat sped up. She had the wildest effect on him. He felt his fingers itch to touch her. Kissing her was like losing his mind.
And with that thought her lips claimed his and he was lost. Falling down into the well of desire he had for this woman was terrifying. He needed to keep away from her for she made him want to sink to his knees in submission. To lay prostrate before the inferno of life that she was to him.
Her lips eased away and those eyes, hell he swore they glowed, watched him intently as the lamp above them shone down.

"Life is for deep kisses, strange adventures, midnight swims and rambling conversations." her sweet breath fluttered against his jaw and he felt his soul tremble at her words.

Her deep kisses stole his soul.
Adventures with her would always be strange and magical.
A midnight swim would drown his resolve to stay away.
And her rambling conversations always changed his mind.

He kissed her deeply in the park at dusk on a summer's night knowing he was lost but maybe he could run away in the light of day.
But could he stay away? And what would it cost him if he did go away?
His soul?

Do Not Let Your Fire Go Out

The traffic streamed by the coffee shop window in a constant blur of color and flickering sunshine. One hand wrapped loosely around a cooling cup of coffee she thought about how she ended up here, alone.
Time seemed to fly by and she could not believe years had passed since she left. Since she heard his voice. Since she seen his dark eyes. A soft sigh escaped her and her gaze dropped to the tablet before her. The screen dark it having shut off from not being touched in awhile.
A soft snort came at that thought, yeah no one touched her in a long time, hell who would want to.

The familiar knot of pain ballooned up in her chest and then filled her throat. It pissed her off sometimes that the tears and the pain could come so easily. How just thinking about things from the past made her fill with pain.
She took a deep breath, lifting a hand to brush a tear away.
This coffee shop became her home away from home each evening after work. No one bothered her here. No one noticed her once she sat in her corner table by the window.
No hellos. No goodbyes. That suited her. If she did not have those then she would not get hurt.
She would not be left behind for another. No pain.
Yeah well, maybe pain from being lonely.

"My dear.." a woman's voice cut through her haze and her gaze lifted to see the older woman who owned the small shop standing at her table. Her gypsy outfit, wild blonde hair streaked with black and at least five rainbow scarves around her hair and neck told her that she was a hippie in the new age. Before she could utter a word the woman smiled, then spoke again.

"Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists....it is real...it is possible...it's yours.

With those words echoing in her head she watched the woman swirl away in a flurry of color and drifting scents of incense to the back of the shop where she disappeared behind a beaded curtain.

The words kept flitting through her mind as she stood, gathering her things to head home. She did dwell on the not's. How she was not quite so pretty and interesting so she was passed over time and time again. She worried over the not-yet's because she felt the time was now but everyone else told her, not yet. Then those not-at-all's were the killers because her dreams became those not-at-all's.
She knew she was allowing herself to die inside. To be a shriveled up shell of what she once was and in that moment she felt the spark, that little spark that kept the coal of her desire to live burning.
There was heat within her she just needed to fan the flames. But how could she do that when she felt that her hero's cape was more a cloak of invisibility than anything else. She would never fly in the air with a red cape flapping behind her and she would never jump building to building with a black mask saving people from themselves. She was just a little girl trapped in a woman's body that always felt as if she were playing dress up in the grown up world.
That spark flared into a small flame and her body physically jerked.
Why play in the grown up world. Why not just be who you are; that girl with the multicolored cape who flew in to rescue those she loved and if they had to leave then she needed to cling to the fact that they trusted her enough to put their own battered soul in her hands for healing.
They loved her. They trusted her.
Time to put that rainbow cape on and go out there to the world of dreams. Ride the coattails of other dreams if you have to but get back to those clouds.

With those thoughts she turned to walk out the door.
Upon reaching it a man on the other side held it open for her, his dark blue eyes twinkling at her as he stepped aside.

"Thank you." she smiled, looking directly into his eyes.

"My pleasure..." he said as she walked past then she halted at his next words.

"Tis a pity you are on your way out. I see you here often and was hoping to talk to you sometime over coffee. I see you are an avid reader. " He held up his tablet. "I am as well and perhaps we could share some thoughts over books?"

His blue eyes seemed filled with hope and she felt her little pilot light flare up into a fire. This man noticed her. This gorgeous dark haired blue eyed man noticed her but she never noticed him. Realization dawned that of course she would not notice him as she kept her gaze on her book or out the window. Too afraid to allow herself to look into another person's eyes to see only rejection or dismissal. She needed to notice more what went on around her and accept what happened. Great Goddess she was a fool.
Here was her opportunity. Time to flap that hero cape with some moves.

"Well....I have had coffee but I've not had dinner and was headed next door for some great tacos. Want to join me?" she said with a smile.

"You know what...I think I will. By the way I am Alex." he held out his hand to her, letting the door swing closed as they stood on the sidewalk.

She placed her hand into his, felt the electric shock of feeling human skin against hers again. That fire shifted into a little bit of bonfire.

"Pleasure to meet you Alex, I'm Sky."

He inclined his head and smiled. "Pleasure is all mine. Shall we?" He nodded to the door to the restaurant and she smiled.
Finally. She was starting to live again.
Up, Up and Away!

Starving

My eyes are pinned to his and I found myself mesmerized.
The anticipation was suffocating.
The need to touch was overwhelming.
I said I would do it. I had bragged but I did not realize that it would be this intense.
That I sat dumbfounded in the lashing of such heat against my skin.
My tongue slid along my lower lip, needing.
Salivating at the mere thought of tasting him.
Heat pooled between my legs and I shifted my thighs together.
I gasped at the thrilling sensations that race through my core.
Fuck this, I think and lean forward tracing his lips with a fingertip.
Then hands slipped around my waist, dragging me to him and then it was there.
His lips against mine and joy filled me
Tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting deeply, tremors of desire ripping through like a storm.

I taste him and I realize I have been starving. She thought to herself as she is pulled closer.

I have been starved all my life and this is my sustenance.

Happiest Moments

The sun was shining and the feel of the warmth on her face was wonderful.
It had been so cold and dark for too long and that darkness had extended into her heart and soul to have her living in a perpetual blackness.
She was back though.
Back with a smile and a spring to her step.
Things were moving along as they should and she knew she had the hardest lesson to learn.
She had to let go of those who left her. Those who loved her but left her anyway.
She had to push away the feelings of not being good enough.
She knew now that one of the happiest moments in life is when you find the courage to let go of what you can't change.
She let it all go.
She let them go.
If they are to show up in her story again someday she would welcome them.
Until then, she would live as if today was her last.

"But I know today is not my last and I am looking forward to tomorrow." she said softly.

With a grin she slipped behind the wheel of her car and drove off to another adventure.

Shaken Up *New Novel Idea*

It's funny that when you are running away from something you are, in turn, running towards where you are supposed to be.

I was that invisible girl who stood in the corners of the parties, knew what was going on and tried to save the few who needed saving from themselves.
I was that girl who sat in the coffee shop hacking into various chat board data bases and finding where the real bad people were. Then I would set the dogs on them to have them splashed across the newspaper headlines as another bad thing was averted.
I kept to the shadows with aliases, chat room monikers and stealthy ways to cover my tracks.
But isn't it true that there is always someone smarter than you, more clever and definitely more evil.
There has to be a surrender when that happens and so, I surrendered and then the wild ride began.

Here I was standing in a hotel room staring out over the grand city of Paris and starting a new chapter in my life. It took a pack of serial killers, rouge psychics and the hottest FBI agent I had ever seen to shake me out of my invisibility to change cloaks to another kind of invisibility.

I am sure you are asking what about those serial killers and rogue psychics have to do with me being in Paris.
It's kind of a protective custody deal but allow me to start at the beginning because it truly is a remarkable story.

Really Tired

She felt paper thin, to the point that a brisk wind would pierce her all the way through to allow her pain to bleed out, staining everyone with sadness.

Her world had narrowed to a single, pin point of pain and she could not see any light to ignite her hope.

She was tired of caring.
Tired of trying.
Really tired of it all.

She was the rock for everyone. Heard their stories. Eased their pain. Always understood.
But she was forgotten when they were healed.
Invisible.
Passed over for something that seemed better.

The world had drained her. She was done.
Fading into nothing.
She did not care anymore.
Fading away,

How Can I Move On?

   He growled as he saw her walking to her car. Damn it. He wished she would just disappear. He fumed as he stomped to his car through the parking lot. He hated seeing her. Hated to even know she was around. Hated the fact that she would look at him with those gorgeous green eyes and melt the ice he put around his heart. Hated that he walked away. Hated that he could not give her what she needed from him.
His gaze strayed to her as she put her things in her car, saw her dark hair blowing in the cool wind and he wanted to wrap her in his arms.

"Fuck" he said aloud. "I'm done. Fucking done." he slammed his door and stalked to where she was getting into her car.

"Wait." he yelled as he stalked up to her. His heart wrenched when her beautiful eyes met his and the worry that filled them. She just stood there staring at him not saying a word, not smiling and seeming afraid of him.
And that ignited his rage.

"I am sick of seeing you around you know that? I wish you would just move the hell on. Stop wishing for something that will never happen. Get over it." he ground out angrily.
He waited for her to yell back, to tell him to go fuck himself but instead she did something that tore his soul open.

"But how can I move on when your fingerprints are still on my heart and your voice still resonates down to my toes and your smile lives in my eyes and every time my mind wanders it goes directly to you." she said softly as one tear slid down her cheek.

He stood there stunned into silence at her honest but sweet words. The ice around his heart shattered and he groaned softly feeling tears fill his eyes as well.
What could he do with this little slip of a woman who had stolen his heart and soul. How could he battle against the feelings he had for someone he could not have.
He stepped closer and with one finger brushed away the one lone tear that streaked down her face.

"But..." she said softly once again breaking the silence. "I am gone as of today. You will not have to see me ever again unless you chose to do so. Maybe someday you will choose me. Someday."
Her hand lifted, touched his cheek as she smiled at him sadly and she slipped into her car to drive away.

He stood there alone watching her leave.
His soul just left him and now what did he have?
Only what he reaped.

Build Up

I love the build up.
When touching turns into grabbing.
Soft lips, into passionate tongues.
And your heartbeat getting faster,
and faster.

That build up is overwhelming.
The first tentative touch of a fingertip along a cheek.
Eyes that gaze deeply, trying to unlock the secrets of your soul.
Sometimes that first touch of lips to lips is gentle.
Other times that kiss is a collision of desire.

The taste of desire thrills through your body.
Hands sliding under clothing to feel hot skin.
The kiss goes on with tongues dueling for possession.
Bodies meld together, trying to get closer and closer.

Throw those clothes aside to feel the heat of skin against skin.
Hearts are beating now with the need to possess.
We want one another. The world does not exist.
Only we shine in our own universe of passion and love.

Kiss me darling and let's experience the build up.

One Day

   He could see she was sad and it broke his heart. He could never tell her how he felt about her. He would not survive the onslaught. This woman sent his whole being into a whirlwind of desire, love and protectiveness and this was something he could not handle. She could not be his in the way he needed her but goddamn it, these assholes who hurt her. Damn he wanted to smash his fist into their smug faces.
He sighed, dragged a hand through his hair and knew he needed to lift her spirits. He loved her but he also was her friend and so he knew what she loved. Words.
He dragged a paper towards him, glancing up to where she had disappeared into the bathroom and he began to write.

I hope one day you give you heart to someone and they will hold it tight as if it's their own.
I hope one day you wake up and have something or someone to live for.
I hope one day you can go to bed without a worry in the world.
I hope one day the battle is over and you've won.
I hope one day you meet someone who makes you realize how beautiful you truly are.

He quickly folded the paper, tucked it into her purse and smiled leaning back in the booth.
She would read it tonight when she needed it the most. He had not been the best friend to her in the world, he knew he caused her pain as well but she was always there for him and so he needed to be there for her.
His gaze lifted to see her walking back to the table.
So beautiful. So kind. So sweet.
He was an idiot.

Gasoline and the Match

   Finally the work day was over and it was Friday so there was a spring to her step as she made her way through the parking garage to her car. She made a good move in coming here and she felt as if she were finally calming down, getting her emotions under control and feeling as if she could move on without a constant reminder.
Coming up to her car she paused to see a purple envelope tucked in the driver side window. Standing there frozen she was afraid to touch it. A deep seated hope filled her that it was from him and then on the other hand fear thrilled through her. A part of her scoffed,that rational part of her, the cynic. This little voice told her that he had no clue where she parked in this big lot and that he would not go out of his way for her. He never had, he never would. She needed to get her feet on the ground, stop fantasizing about this and move the hell on. She was a foolish girl with grandiose dreams and she almost always got her heart broken.

  A soft sigh escaped her and she grabbed the envelope from the door, ripped it open and read the words written neatly within.

What a shame to convince these flames they are only sparks;
what a misfortune to say this fire is a flame.
You, have always been gasoline, stop pretending I haven't always
been the match.

Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it down to her toes. The note went on to say they needed to strike the match and light the fire once again but this time they would pour all the gasoline they had on it.
He signed his name and his number.

Standing in the parking garage, cars driving by, tears rolled down her cheeks and she just did not know what to do.
Her heart danced with joy while her mind screamed not to trust this.
It was so hard to go back. To not know if things would be different. Would she matter? Would she be a part of his life? My hell, would she even be treated as an equal, spoken to and not ignored.

"I did not want you to cry." a soft male voice said from behind her.

Every nerve within her stood at attention at that unmistakable voice. She could not breathe, fear and excitement washed through her as she turned slowly to see him standing there.
Concern on his face he stepped closer, lifting one hand to wipe away a tear that strayed down her cheek.
She could not look away from his dark eyes. She felt as if she were caught in a beam of light that held her in place. Too fearful to run. Too in love to even move in fear she would scare him off.
Then something within her steeled and her inner voice screamed; take what you want. He wants to be the match, then light him up. What is the worst that could happen? He would leave. he had been gone already anyway so take it girl, take him.

Without a word she let the purple paper flutter to the ground while her hands lifted to press to his cheeks, her green gaze pinned to his dark one. She saw his eyes widen for a moment then shift to desire as he realized what she was going to do.
Her lips claimed his in a kiss that was fueled by desire, love and desperation.

In that moment they knew they were not merely a flame, they were an inferno.

I Can't Explain

   Slamming the car door she stood and inhaled the cool night air. She felt empty and wished just the air could fill up those spaces but they were just not enough. It had been so long since she had talked to him and it was starting to wear on her. A glance up to the sky gave her no relief, there were no stars to see in the nighttime sky of such a big city. She wished she could wish on a star to have her lover back.
Their last week together was a nightmare and she did not want to experience that ever again. She did not know where everything fell apart but it did.
Her heart twisted in her chest and she caved in to her desire to say something.
Phone in hand she sent a simple text to him that said, Hi..
Heart hammering she stood there holding the silent phone for a moment hoping he would text her right back.
She imagined him sitting in his chair by the window, heart twisted in knots like hers and sending her back a text within seconds.
But that did not happen.
Her hand lowered with the pain and her gaze went upward to the light polluted sky, one tear slid down her cheek.
Her phone buzzed in her hand.
It took him a minute, not seconds, to get back to her.
His reply took her breath away and she read it a second time aloud to the night.

"lets not do this anymore pretending that we don't miss each other like crazy and acting like we don't love each other, this past month has been the worst with out you and I can't explain how much I miss you."
Now the tears streamed down her face, but these tears had rainbows of happiness in them.

The next text she sent simply said, I love you.

"I love you too." a male voice said from the darkness near her front door. Her gaze lifted to see him walking slowly towards her.

She smiled, her heart filling with joy and she met him halfway. Her green gaze pinned to his dark eyes, those eyes she loved so much. She lifted one hand to slide over his jaw, the stubble feeling wonderful against her skin.

"No more separation. Fuck what everyone thinks. This is about you and I." she said softly.
"I agree. No more separation. I am here and I am yours for the world to see." he said and with his last word he sank to his knees, his arms wrapping around her waist and he laid his head against her stomach.
Her hands slid over his hair, his back and they held one another in the darkness of the big city.

Daring that city with it's bright lights, condemnations, and judgements to tear them apart.
It would not happen again. They both vowed it in their hearts.