Writer’s Dream 2

Sebastian ventured back to his study and moved about the large open space aimlessly at first. The computer screen still sat vacant, notes and pages littered the tabletops and floors. His bed was piled with books, pads, and pillows. He found himself standing in the middle of the room looking about confused. His mind was locked on the depth of her eyes, the gentle curve of her lips when she smiled. A knock at the door woke him from his dream.

Slipping out of his coat, Sebastian wandered to the door. The awakening stumbled his mind. No one ever came to visit. As he thought about it, only his landlord really knew he was there, except perhaps his parents who live down south. He got to the door and paused for a moment. With a deep breath he turned the locks and opened the door.

His jaw dropped open as he peered into the hallway. Elizabeth stood before him, still in her jogging attire. He was stricken, speechless. She smiled warmly at him, showing her bright white teeth.

“Good morning again. I followed you home. I was worried about you. You were even less chatty than normal this morning.” She spoke softly and stepped closer to the door.

“Hmm yes, well I didn’t get much sleep.”

“You never do.” There was a pause. “May I come in?” Elizabeth said, stepping toward Sebastian and passed him into his apartment.

She left Sebastian in amazement by the door as she wandered around the room. Her delicate fingers traced over some of his notes, she smiled as she walked to the window and pulled open the blinds. The bright morning light streamed into the room filling it with a new freshness. Elizabeth unfolded her long arms straight out and took a deep breath holding her head back and closing her eyes.

Lowering her head to Sebastian, Elizabeth looked at him, dropping her arms and moving toward the kitchen area in the corner.

“Don’t tell me that coffee and bagel is the only thing you eat for breakfast?” She quipped as she moved to the refrigerator.

Sebastian still in shock closed the door and moved toward her. “Uhm yes actually it is.”

Elizabeth turned to him ready to admonish him for his lack of health, when she saw a page sitting on the counter. It was poetry, the title caught her eye. She fell silent and picked the single page up and began to read. Sebastian stopped. His head lowered, his breathing became shallow. He knew exactly which poem she had discovered.

Elizabeth looked up at Sebastian slowly from the page. Tears welled her eyes as she clutched the page close to her heart. Jackson looked at her only briefly before retreating even further into the room, into himself.

“It is so beautiful. I am . . . I . . . Sebastian? How did you? When? This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever read.” She walked over to him. Presenting the poem to him, placing her arm up on his broad shoulder.

Sebastian’s eyes darted from the floor to Elizabeth and down again. He managed a weak smile and shook his head slightly.

“Why did you never say anything?” She asked stepping even closer to him.

“I’m not so good with people.”

Her long finger lifted his chin, raising his face to hers. Her bright eyes peered into his soul, their breath mingled dangerously. “I’m not just people.” She whispered to him, her lips close to his.

Sebastian lost himself in her eyes, the smell of her so close. Without a conscious thought his head leaned slightly forward and their lips met softly together. The world dissolved from around them as Sebastian slipped his strong arms around her, pressing their bodies together. It was a soft and gentle kiss, slow at first. Lips pressing together, then parting. Sebastian tasted her tongue as he felt it slowly pass his lips. Chills followed a wave of shivers throughout his body as she moved against him.

Sebastian slowly began to grow confidence as their bodies moved together. His hands explored her back, the soft and silky skin beneath her sweatshirt. She broke the kiss and stepped back for a moment. Her eyes met his, as her fingers unbuttoned his shirt slowly and slid it from his shoulders. She lifted her own sweatshirt over her head and off, standing before him in a jog bra. With nimble fingers she released the rear clasp and allowed the bra to slip down her arms and off.


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