I rested my head on my folded hands that lay across Seuss’ chest. “I don’t think that I’ve thanked you for saving my life. Maybe when this is all over you can tell me what happened.”
I watched his lips hoping that they would move, and he’d say something, but they stayed still. I noticed a few hairs out of place and I cut them with the scissors from his kit. I smoothed the hair before oiling it lightly. I leaned up to admire my work, and damn if I didn’t want to kiss him. His bottom lip was begging for me to suck it between mine. I leaned in slow, anticipating the moment and hoping that he’d reciprocate, but knowing it was impossible. When my lips grazed his, the connection between us magnified, and I could feel his raw need. Power flared and roared inside me. It was too much, and I could almost feel his lips move against mine.
I pulled away suddenly to see him looking at me. I leaned in again, helpless to the pull to feel him claim me. He took my lips and I melted against him as his tongue parted my lips taking refuge. I felt suspended in time as his lips worked me over. He was hard against the crease of my derriere and I wondered what he’d feel like buried inside me. I couldn’t fathom how good that would feel. It was too much for my mind to wrap itself around.
I submitted to his will and he took control easily, sure of his method of attack. My whines turned into helpless whimpers begging for more. He slowed the kiss into small brushes of his lips upon mine making me tingle all over. I rested my head upon his with my eyes closed.
“Justice …”
“Yes?” I looked into his eyes, and I could see just how tired he was.
“I must …”
“I know … I know … you need to rest.”
“Yes …”
I nodded, understanding, but damn if it didn’t frustrate the hell out of me. “Rest well, Seuss.”
I kissed him one last time before sliding from the bed and working quickly to clean up. I turned the music off and covered Seuss fully, remaining quiet the entire time. I didn’t need him getting sicker. I checked his hair to find it completely dry. I kissed his forehead and closed the door as I headed to bed.
I knew that he needed his rest, but I couldn’t help but feel a ping of desertion. I held on to the fact that he didn’t want me yet again. I buried myself deep into the bed quietly wishing that the curse of being left alone would lift and that happiness would prevail. Silent tears were consumed by the pillow that I shed them into. My heart tried to hold steady as my doubts and fears threatened to shatter it into a million pieces. Sleep. I welcomed it, but instead I received a long sleepless night.