“I’ll tell you Cyris,” Tabytha said sitting on the foot of their bed with her back towards him. “It’s hard for me to let you touch me.”
“Why is that?” he asked sitting with his legs up on the bed and his back against the bare wall.
“I miss the feeling,” she whispered.
“What?”
She turned and faced him. “I miss the feeling of us together. When you touch me, it only reminds me of what we could have. What it feels like.”
“I told you that it was a sex thing.”
“I know. You were right,” she said bending her neck and smiling. “It’s better. That rush when we share the same space.. It's... I mean, don’t you feel it. Didn’t you feel it?”
Cyris looked away from her eyes. “I felt something, but I’m not sure what it was.” Tabytha climbed onto the bed and moved her way up to him. She bent in front of him and reached out with her hand. Her hand hovered for a second over his chin and then touched it to move his face back to hers.
“Wasn’t that something you want more of?,” Tabytha asked. “Wasn’t that something so amazingly incredible that you would want that feeling always?” She frowned. “What did you feel?”
“I felt you.”
Tabytha smiled. “And I felt you. I think I felt us. Did you?” Cyris attempted to turn his face away. What he felt was something that scared him. He felt himself losing who and what he was. It was as if the very nature of his being was being ripped into little pieces and being replaced by something foreign. He knew he couldn’t tell Tabytha this. She was too passionate about the feeling. Perhaps she felt the same as he, but she was able to interpret the feeling better. “Cyris?” Tabytha said bringing her face closer to his.
“Yes,” he said looking into her gray eyes.
“Let’s do it again,” she said jumping over him and standing. “But this time let’s get rid of the clothes. I think I felt the buckle on your pants hit my tailbone.” She started to take off her clothes.”
He moved to put his feet on the floor, but stopped. He looked at her now naked chest. The slope of her breast gently fell from her chest until they reached the erect nipple and then swooped back towards her chest. Her ribs showed beneath her skin as she breathed trying to unbutton her pants.
“I… I...” he stammered.
“Hmm,” Tabytha said stopping and staring down at him. She looked to the area he was looking and smiled. “I’ll let you touch them after I get these damn pants off.” In her rush, she had gotten the zipper end stuck up under the button. She renewed her struggle and was finally successful.
“I’m afraid of losing you,” he said looking at the floor.
“What?” She said as she kicked off her panties and pants. “Cyris, you’re not going to lose me. This makes us stronger.” She knelt in front of him. “You’re not going to lose me.” She reached out with her hand shaking and started to unbutton his shirt.
He looked up into her eyes. She was focused on what she was doing. He knew she didn’t understand. He was scared of losing her by her being consumed by himself. He was a creature whose limit of power he didn’t even know. It could be possible he could crawl inside her and when they emerged separated, she wouldn’t be her anymore. She would be him. He raised his hand next to her head. Maybe if he made her sleep she would forget about it and just love him for his company. “Tabytha,” he said.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. A frown was on her face. “What, Cyris?”
“I love you.”
“Of course you do. About time you figured that out,” she said opening his shirt and starting on the button of his pants.
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