Thirst

"I love you," the person says. Who is he, she? Where am I? What does love mean? What IS love? So many thoughts running through my head. I can't see -- it's dark, so dark I see no shapes and no outlines, or is it that I am just sleeping. I can feel him slightly touching my shoulder, then kissing it. What is this? What does this mean? Why is it dark, why? How- why? Why is my heart beating faster and faster? Were is this going?

The only thing I can remember is his name. So -- dominant... Basta.

I've always loved him, from the first time I saw him. He stole my heart, and now, what is he doing?

He was always harsh, and his voice was never smiling... but now... what is happening?

"B-Basta..." I can feel his steady and warm breath on my neck. "I- I love you too..." I manage to gasp.

He laughs -- no, it's not the mocking laugh he would always laugh, it's a sweet laugh, with his sweet raspy voice. He hugs me tight, and it's only then that I realize we're lying on the floor. I can feel his hands snaking around my body. I can feel my breathing get unsteady as he reaches his hand out for me, cupping my chin. He kisses me. His tounge exploring my caverns, and playing with my tounge. I let out an emberrasing moan as the ticklish feeling washes over me.

As he starts unbuttoning my shirt, I can see his face. He looks so sweet and... thirsty... thirsty for... for...?

I can see him smile at me as I look at him with questioning eyes. He pulls my shirt off and throws it away. He rests his left hand on my chest. IN PROGRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!