Short Story: We Will Be

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[Rate PG17: A bit passionate for young eyes]

This was a piece that I published last week for #EroticFiction Fridays on H.E.R. Crisis. I really enjoyed writing this one since I was able to infuse both a lustful loving story with poetry. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think — all feedback helps me in crafting my next story.

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We Will Be
by DNC

I prayed for waves like this. The ocean’s mist sprinkles my skin with its refreshing droplets, as I roll over to greet his eyes. Cleansing us ever so gently, we smile and pull each other closer, awaiting the first words of the morning. Neither of us chooses to speak, we decided to just be.

White sand brushes our skin, as the sun peeks at our naked embrace. A night’s worth of passion has evolved into a sunrise in love with a soul from a different corner of the world.

Maybe it was the accent or the pride he spoke of his heritage or maybe even the way he spoke encouragement into me that pulled me into his glow. I don’t know, nor will I care.

I tuck a single dread behind his ear, following the slender lines of his cheek, down around his chin rolling slowly to his lips. They were gifts from God and in every embrace they sent me to a better place, a heavenly state.

And to imagine, if I wouldn’t have opened my mouth, if I would have stood by and let him leave my eyesight, I would not have found my Adonis. The perfect piece to me that I didn’t know I was missing.

Waves crash against the beach and his arms pull me tighter and closer, pulling us together as if the waves could reach us, and just in case they did, he guaranteed that we could never be separated. His skin kisses mine, with the warmth from the sun on an early summer day in Georgia. I rest my leg over him and his thick staff falls between my legs to grace the place it just poured every ounce of his desire into. Laying there full of him, I pray for our forever. I knew when I saw him, that my body needed him. And then when he spoke, my mind couldn’t wrap around being without him. Love, at first sight, is an impossible concept, unless love lives with lust and life. When the three meets, a world begins. Our world began, and we’ve never looked back.

There were years of flying from here to there, and even months of missed Facetimes or late-night chats, but what was never lost was the life we created together, the love that grew through the unknown and the lust that was untamable in every word between us.

He takes my hand and locks it into his, staring then kissing and staring once more. Our relationship has been labeled lucky; “Girl, you are so lucky you found him” or even, “You really luck up on her” was told to us by our friends. But luck has absolutely nothing to do with it when fate leads the way.

But even in our loving embrace and our growing temptation to take a ride on the coming sunrise, I feel a moment of insecurity. I know why I choose him, but what made him choose me.

So I ask him, “Why me?”
He whispered “Because I can’t breathe.
But with you, my lungs start to move.
My heart begins to pump,
And then life begins, you see.

“Why you,” he answered,
“Because there would be no me.
There would be no sun on my horizon.
No mercy on my soul.
No ocean I could man without drowning below.

“Because of you,” he concluded,
“I am a man with pride and morals.
A man destined to conquer the darkness of the past.
A man dying to give you the world.

“I am
And that’s
Why you.”

I kiss him too many times to count and thank God so many times I couldn’t even shout. I climb on my king and connect our souls one last time as the sun finally reaches the sky. I ride until we are high into the clouds back in our world alone with nothing to hide. His hands caress each breast as I rock us into Outerspace. Someone far and deep, deeper into a never-ending place. I call his name and release the love I owe him across our world, clinching tight to hold the moment for as long as I could before I collapse on his chest, exhausted from flying miles and galaxies in hopes of continuing our endless embrace. I open my eyes to search for his remarkable brown eyes when I look at his lips and see something sparkle between his teeth. A ring, a diamond ring so gorgeous that I can barely breathe.

I take it out his mouth and he sits up, still very connect to me, and speaks, “Please stay with me, until the sea runs dry or our worlds cease to be.”

And so, that morning, over the morning rays and before God in our rawest of forms, we promise that we will always be.

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#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 10

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Here we go–Day 10! I’m back on it and I hope you’re enjoying the story. Let me know what you think in the comments section and make sure you’re up to date. Catch Day 8 and 9 here.

The Season for Living: Part X

The short hand reaches the long hand and I know that 8:45 p.m. is his lunchtime. I dial his number and it rings. I wait and I wait. He’s not picking up but I’m willing to wait some more.  

Our short time away from each other on the phone has opened up new thoughts and wants. I want to know what we could be. I’ve thought about how much he means to me. So, I’ll wait for him to pick up.  

Then he does. “Tee, I’ve got to…” 

I have to interrupt him before my confidence waivers.  

“Cade just listen; I love you too. I’ve loved you for a while now but more as a friend, which also seems to be like a relationship but you know what I mean. If this is love, I’m willing to try it. I just can’t lose us. I need us to work, either in a relationship or as friends but I need us. I think you’d agree when I say that this friendship is unlike others. It’s not necessarily normal but it’s for us. Just like a relationship would be. It’s a unique situation that I love and the common denotator of it all is you.” 

I take a breath and give him a moment to squeeze something in, and he doesn’t. I listen to the air in the background and I continue.  

“I felt something when I first saw you and I’ve felt it ever since. It wasn’t until you said something that I even realized that these feelings were more than just a friendship. You’re closer than any of my girlfriends and more loving than my father. You’ve been around when I didn’t know that I needed you. You’ve listened when I didn’t know I needed to talk. You’ve looked at me when I’ve felt ugly and worthless and told me that I was worth more than the world deserved. You’ve filled my soul with what it needed far before I knew what I wanted. But now I know I want you. I want us. I want to try this, together.” I waited one last time for a rebuttal but nothing.  

“So, what do you think Cade?” Silence. And then I hear a murmur in the background and his voice yelling at someone.  

“Cade!”  

The phone hangs up. 

To be continued tomorrow…

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 7-ish

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Bear with me guys. I’m fighting a cold but the story must go on! Check out Day 7 below and if you missed Day 6, read the story here.

The Season for Living: Part VII

Butterflies circled in my belly. I nervously waited on his answer but I’m not sure why. What he said was beautiful so what am I worried about? Maybe it’s because…I don’t know if I feel the same. I mean I care deeply for him. I love him as a bff, or even my bro but I’m not sure about my man. I don’t want to disappoint him.  

“Well,” his voice was calmer than the moment before but still a bit agitated, “I don’t know exactly when it happened Tee. I’ve cared for you for a long time.” 

“I know. I care for you too.” Hopefully he didn’t equate that statement to his. “But loving me is different. You’ve never shown me more that friendship. I mean…this is sort of weird.” 

The silence over the phone this time was stiff. Am I doing to him what old boy did to me back in the day? I won’t do that to him.  

“Cade, this is so new to me. Please don’t be upset. I just need to time to think about everything.  

“I’m not asking for a commitment Tee. I’m just telling you what I’ve learned about myself. I know what I want to do professionally and I know who I want to be with personally.” 

First, I was jealous of the love I thought he had for Angie, and now I’m jealous of self-assurance. He knew what he wanted and I wanted to know too.  

“Hey Cade, I’ve got to use the bathroom. Let me call you back.” That was the only thing I could say to keep us from another awkward silence. I need time to think. 

To be continued tomorrow… 

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 6

We’ve hit an important part of the short story. Let me know what you think so far. Oh, and if you missed yesterday’s post, check it out here.

The Season for Living: Part VI

“Cade, are you there?” For a moment, I thought about if he wasn’t on the other line. What if his phone called me back but he was in a criminal fight for his life?  

“Yeah, I’m here.” I was glad that I was wrong. Then silence. A calming silence. It was like we wanted to hear each other breathe to know that we were really alright. I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I thought about “what if” in Cade’s career.  

I knew how ridiculous the world could be. We all know how reckless people think police officers are but Cade was the swan of the bunch. He held his own with the community and everyone respected him for it. He gave respect to earn respect, even to the grimiest, drug-ridden lost soul. He was just different.  

So different that I couldn’t image my life without him. 

He broke the silence with beautiful words. “I love you.” 

I couldn’t fill the silence yet, so I just let him continue.  

“I had to just say it. When I got off the phone, I couldn’t focus on helping my guy. I just kept thinking. Did she get it? Did she finally get it? And something spoke to me and said no.” 

“You’re right.” I chuckled but not at his gesture at his accuracy of the situation. I had to explain myself before he took it the wrong way.  

“I thought this whole time you were talking about Angie.” 

“Angie. The fuck…no. She’s cute but her personality is trash.” 

“Touche’.” I hadn’t even gotten that far in my analysis to breakdown her character.  

“I don’t need you to say it back though.” 

Shit, I didn’t say it back, but why not? I do love him. But I wonder if it’s the same way.  

“I mean I do too but are you talking about on the friend front or the more than friend side.” 

“Were you listening to me at all?” His aggression sort of pissed me off. I’m just trying to get some clarity. “I love you like wanting to be in a relationship with you. Like wanting to be near you, or even better, to kiss those lips.” I couldn’t be mad anymore.  

“But when…and how Cade?” I could probably figure it out but I needed to hear more before I put my heart out there.  

To be continued tomorrow…