After the Cold
Rain in the gutters moved fast, like a river, he thought, but this was the city. The sidewalk had soaked up as much of this water as it could take on, and the clear liquid now shone the lights from store windows and streetlamps like a mirror might, with rainbow auras at the edges of shapes, just enough to let him know it wasn't the half that was real.
He was wet. His clothes looked worse for the wear than they were, and he himself felt worn and cold as he plodded along, his feet making the occasional splash in a deepset step of concrete. The rain kept coming. There seemed no end to it, or the wind that drove it earthward. A gust of wind hit him across the face, drawing him further out of his reverie. In it, even above the odor of rainwater and street decay, he caught the scent of one who could make him warm again - Delmaya.
She was waiting for him under the ample awning of a vacant brick building in the end of the street. She saw him, and a large white smile broke over her dark glistening face with its beautiful high cheekbones and noble nose, and a glint of honey in her amber eyes made her flash like a jewel to him. She was bound up in a tight orchestration of spandex and cotton, her small round breasts and mighty thighs smooth and perfect beneath silvery fabric. Her full lips were the color of dark orchids, and her hair was long, straight, and the color of polished brass. He smiled back.
"Ma cherie," he said as he took her hand, "such a night to find you waiting here alone." He lifted her hand and brushed his lips over the inside of her tiny wrist.
Her smile did not waver; indeed, her eyes seemed to grow even brighter, her smile more touching than ever.
"I know you, Monsieur." she whispered shyly, looking into his eyes.
"Of course you do." He kissed her fingers one by one.
"I have dreamed about you." she said, gasping once as she felt his teeth rake her flesh.
"And I, you." he replied, licking along the pattern of her veins, barely visible beneath the skin of her forearm.
"You will bring me what I have sought for so long," she said.
He sank his teeth into her, the sound of her flesh breaking filling his head like an explosion.
"You will give me rest."
He traced a trail of blood from her wrist up her arm, into the bend of her elbow. This drew another gasp from Delmaya, who leaned down to gently brush her cheek against his hair.
"You have come to take me home." She whispered, kissing him.
Slowly, he worked his way up her arm with kisses and blood. Her neck came under his tongue and he could feel her pounding heart.
"Yes," he told her skin quietly, "take you. Home."
He was wet. His clothes looked worse for the wear than they were, and he himself felt worn and cold as he plodded along, his feet making the occasional splash in a deepset step of concrete. The rain kept coming. There seemed no end to it, or the wind that drove it earthward. A gust of wind hit him across the face, drawing him further out of his reverie. In it, even above the odor of rainwater and street decay, he caught the scent of one who could make him warm again - Delmaya.
She was waiting for him under the ample awning of a vacant brick building in the end of the street. She saw him, and a large white smile broke over her dark glistening face with its beautiful high cheekbones and noble nose, and a glint of honey in her amber eyes made her flash like a jewel to him. She was bound up in a tight orchestration of spandex and cotton, her small round breasts and mighty thighs smooth and perfect beneath silvery fabric. Her full lips were the color of dark orchids, and her hair was long, straight, and the color of polished brass. He smiled back.
"Ma cherie," he said as he took her hand, "such a night to find you waiting here alone." He lifted her hand and brushed his lips over the inside of her tiny wrist.
Her smile did not waver; indeed, her eyes seemed to grow even brighter, her smile more touching than ever.
"I know you, Monsieur." she whispered shyly, looking into his eyes.
"Of course you do." He kissed her fingers one by one.
"I have dreamed about you." she said, gasping once as she felt his teeth rake her flesh.
"And I, you." he replied, licking along the pattern of her veins, barely visible beneath the skin of her forearm.
"You will bring me what I have sought for so long," she said.
He sank his teeth into her, the sound of her flesh breaking filling his head like an explosion.
"You will give me rest."
He traced a trail of blood from her wrist up her arm, into the bend of her elbow. This drew another gasp from Delmaya, who leaned down to gently brush her cheek against his hair.
"You have come to take me home." She whispered, kissing him.
Slowly, he worked his way up her arm with kisses and blood. Her neck came under his tongue and he could feel her pounding heart.
"Yes," he told her skin quietly, "take you. Home."
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