Gonna Get Close to You

There he is again. He’s walking outside around that damn tower of his….smoking like a fiend…..

Doesn’t he know that people are watching him? Can’t he tell *I’m* watching him? Or maybe he doesn’t care….

It’s all I can do not to make a break from where I am and let him know that it isn’t fair that he does this to people….he’s got eyes on him all the time and he acts like he’s…..normal.

He’s not normal. He’s a fucking god. He knows he is. Some green eyed god of desire….like one of the Norse gods, but far better looking.

I give a ragged sigh. //This is insane….he’s just fucking with you….he knows you’re out here watching him….he’s doing this to make you insane….why else would he be so careless…..so openly wanton….//

He paused, stretching his arms over his head, lengthening his spine and closing his eyes, looking for all the world like a feline on long, upright, endless legs. I watched the line of his body tense, the ink on his arms seeming to spill backwards down his arms…then he relaxed, running his long fingers through his shorter hair- I wasn’t sure I liked it short, though it did give a view of that gorgeous neck of his, the symbol of his life just below the hairline on the back of his neck. I dreamed of tracing that symbol with a fingertip…or my tongue…..knowing that it was a pleasure point for him…he’d gasp, moaning softly in that hybrid accent he’d developed, his head falling forward a little as he loosened the tension in his body…

I’d slide the unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders…..his arms…let it fall….slip fingers up his arms, feeling the inked muscles and skin for myself…over his shoulders and down his back….pull myself closer as my fingers skimmed to his front….skin so soft for a man, was it normal? Of course not- he wasn’t a mortal….he was immortal.

Fingers moving upwards….he groans a little louder as they find his nipples and I brush them gently, leaning into his ear…..nipping at his neck now…..then his earlobe….tugging on the earring there…. ‘Does this make you feel good, hmm?,’ I ask him. ‘Do you want more?’ Of course…he always does…..

I turn him around suddenly, now seeing the look of submission….of lust…in his face….his lush mouth now partially open in pleasure….and his eyes greener than grass, so close to jade now….he gives me a smile- one of his total seduction smiles- eyes hooded a little, playful….wanting. ‘Yeah….I want more,’ he rasps, before pulling me close, kissing me hard and pushing me to the soft, slightly damp grass….hands moving over me now….undoing clothes, kisses making me forget myself…..skin exposed….who was making the sounds now? Was it me….or were they mutual? We had gone past a point of caring or knowing…when he moved against me, I moaned in pained pleasure…and he laughed wickedly, darkly….snaking his tongue against my skin…

I gave a moan- my eyes had closed, and I forced them open. He was walking back inside now, still smoking…a white trail marking his path, as he strolled silently back inside, humming some melody he’d just created in his head…leaving me to my thoughts….I sighed, leaning back out of sight.

//Yes….you are a god….and I will worship you….as long as you allow it….//