She was on her way, knowing full well what she wanted. She needed him after such a long, tiring day of constantly having to waitress a seemingly endless line of hungry customers. She deserved this more than anything.
She halted before his home, pausing only long enough to throw the vehicle into park and tear the keys from the ignition. She walked briskly toward the door, a snaking tendril of delight sliding down her spine. With a hidden smile, she pounded upon the door.
“Hey, you're early-”
He couldn't say any more; she would not allow him to. She pounced upon him, wrapped her arms around his strong, muscular frame. Her lips locked with his', cutting his light protesting short.
“I got the rest of the day off,” she explained quickly, her fingers already working upon the simple buttons that held her blouse together, “I need you. Now.”
A sly smirk spread across his thin lips, accenting the high cheekbones held within his face that gave him a bit of a dimple.
“Whatever you say, miss,” he chortled, his hands searching beneath the fabric of her shirt.
He dove for her lips, practically lifting her from the floor in his haste. His fingers felt like sweet lightning; she needed his touch now more than anything in the world. More than oxygen.
He led her briefly into the bedroom, their maddened kissing and touching put on hold. Once inside, he instantly resumed, placing his lips upon her neck and chest. She let out a sigh of contentment at feeling him so close to her. With quick, fumbling fingers, she removed the blouse that caged her body from him, pausing only long enough to shrug the material from her shoulders.
“You are beautiful,” he stated simply, his movements never ceasing.
She tilted her head back, the feelings within her overpowering. She felt his tongue slide upon her stomach, it feeling cool to the air. In fact, it was freezing.
Her brow drew together at the odd feeling. His tongue seemed to be growing somehow, as if it covered a much more massive area than it should. She began to shiver. She brought her head back and looked at the man she was with, immediately screaming in surprise and horror. He stared at her with mismatched, unfocused eyes. An impossibly large tongue, easily the width of her arm, flicked from a broken, dangling jaw. His warm, soft hands were now twisted masses of flesh and claws.
“What's wrong, baby?” it asked in a pitch that mimicked a horse whinny, “Are you all right?”
With that, he came closer to her face, the large facial protrusion wetting her cheeks and causing the same extreme cold as before. She drew her hands together as she watched the man in complete fear.
Suddenly, a sharp pain sourced from somewhere upon her middle. She gazed downward to see a large chunk of her skin was discolored and frozen solid. She winced at the feeling, her skin ripping and cracking as it broke away like ice. She screamed in a mixture of pain and surprise, then turned her attention back to the monster before her. It clawed at her body, creating deep, bleeding cuts upon her arms.
“What's wrong?” it asked, one eyeball facing her successfully.
More and more of her skin seemed to break away. A bit of it fell into her outstretched fingers; a hunk of her left cheek. She slammed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the unprecedented pain and images that floated just before her. She wanted to be free of the sudden horror. What had she done to deserve such a thing?”
“Baby? Baby! It's ok! It's just me.”
She reopened her eyes. His face was before her, back to normal. Concern lined his features, his strong jaw back to it's original composition. She continued to stare at him while allowing her breath to slow.
“Baby, what happened?” he asked, his eyes never leaving hers, “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I think so,” she responded back while pushing herself to stand, “I think I need to go.”
She quickly redressed and left, her ears deaf to his protests. She didn't really need him after all.
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