(still untitled)

I watched her. Tonight. Again.

From a corner where Shadow rubs against Light.

They were at the Darkest Corner, like the umbra of the castle's soul.

From where I stood, I could hear the scuffling of skin, satin and sin. I watched her, trying to understand what was going on in the shadows. In her Dark. What would I give to be a part of that?

She touched him where it would make his head fall back, exposing the neck. She licked, I would imagine, his Adam's apple. Would she do the same to me? Bite at it as if it were the very forbidden fruit itself? Feed me the pad of her thumb? How I would take her thumb in my mouth, suckle it.

Their kiss was not gentle; not sweet. Not too different from anger. They moved like male snakes, duelling for dominance. If it was some punishing act they shared, passing judgment and sentence upon each other, I could not be sure. It seemed like it.

Their breaths clashed. There was lightning in his eyes and a growl of thunder in her throat. He pressed himself against her, the wall their witness. And me, and I couldn't turn away. She moved against him and I could tell how tightly she had clamped around him by the way he held on to her. As if in agony. As if he had to clutch at his life or he would be blown into oblivion and he held his own. Is it always like this with her? Their breaths becoming too short for breathing, their kisses turning into bites. Their eyes did not change. Still gleaming with lust, and, unforgiving, like the way they were when they started. Or even before they started to touch.

She started to speak. What she was saying seemed to anger him and he silenced her with a kiss, shoving her head against the wall. She took him in, was drawing him out, and, so help me God, opened an eye, maybe two, to watched me from the corner of her eye.

Watched me watching her with him.

He broke the kiss, without changing their pace, turned to jostled me just by looking and I understood: he knew I was watching and he was tired of the encroachment. Their voyeur has overstayed his welcome, he decided. I could not argue. Not only was he older than me, stronger than I would ever become. He wanted her more than I ever could want anything in my whole life and there was lightning in his eyes.

I fled, tail between my legs, no longer to watch shadow rub against light. But I couldn’t let her go.