Still Waters

It was admittedly a beautiful stream, bordered by a few willows and patches of cattails along the edges of the plush green grass where I lie on my side with my head propped on one hand, just watching it. And thinking. Its pale blue crystalline waters reflecting the cloudless afternoon sky... and 17's eyes, which deepened and opened themselves just for me... flowed slowly and gracefully by, rippling around a few small rocks on the surface and whispering its tale to the rest of nature around it.

It was here where I'd met him once... we'd actually talked that day. Not much, but had somehow bared our souls though saying so little. Since then, I return here every afternoon. He doesn't know it, but I think of him a lot.

Who was he, anyway? I knew so little about him, despite all our heated couplings, the things he let me do to him, and that I let him do to me. He was the only one who knew how much I liked being bound and gagged at his mercy while he took me as hard and as roughly as he pleased while telling me what I needed to hear. Not what I wanted to hear, but what my body so shamelessly begged for. Not that I would deign to admit it, but damn him, he knew it. He thought no lesser of me, but adored me for it. And I... no, I wasn't ready to think of that.

I could feel my body respond to the mere thought, but it was not for me to calm it; only he had that right. Yes, it was my body, but his privilege, and I would not cheat myself of the peak of ecstasy as it was a thirst that only he could quench. Putting up a worthy fight was part of it. I knew the things I said in my struggles hurt him, but I could better comfort him later, quenching his own thirst. It was better to think of it like that than of our ugly truths.

17 remained an enigma to me... a beautiful, exotic enigma... but all the unanswered questions were ones I didn't need to know to recognize our connection that was almost palpable. Not that I didn't seek to know.

Still waters run deep, as they say on this planet, a phrase that fit him like my custom-made white gloves fit me. He was a quiet lone wolf with an unperceptable ki and went unnoticed by most. There was very little proof of his very existance, and sometimes I caught myself wondering if he wasn't a figment of my imagination. But I always saw him again, and the thought that I would not was unbearable to me.

What did I really know about him? I couldn't answer now. I could when I looked in his catlike blue eyes, except that I lost my footing in their underestimated depths and drowned, swept so far out that I was lost, only to resurface when he looked away to leave me wondering what had happened. In his kiss I lost even the need to breathe.

We never had to say when we would meet again, but somehow I always found myself somewhere and he was there, like two magnets naturally drawn together. We saw no need to name the connection we felt, it was just there. It felt natural. It felt right.

I guess I knew he would be here right now. Though I heard no noise and perceived no ki, I still felt him, and when I turned around he was there. His shy smile with which he greeted me wasn't much different from his sly smirk when our exchange would heat up.

Our embrace closed tightly, encircling us in our own world unknown to the rest of it, and before our lips met I was again trapped in the fathomless depths of his slanted eyes. I was safe now, and would truly be lost if I ever found my way out.
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