Dark Matter

-Harshvardhan

Part I--As You Like It.....

She struggled under the blankets, but only just so. "Struggle" is aharsh word to use, though. Perhaps "squirmed" would have been better.Yes, most definitely so. Penny McArthur was squirming under herlover's touch, as his nimble fingers slipped and slid all over hernubile body, his deft hands exploring crevices he'd been visiting forfour years now. She let out a whispered moan, the force of whichpushed Ryder Black's raven hair to the side. Even with her eyes closedshe was marvelingat how handsome he was; how

familiar

he waswith her. The thought made her moan again, louder.Ryder rode her like a stallion--fast, hard, but with such elegance andélan, she almost placed a bet on him. She finished him with her ownlong, sensuous fingers, feeling his juices hit her with impassionedheat. They moaned together, the sound carrying out the open window,making the birds chirp louder, as if to drown out their pervertedexclamations.He straightened up, exhausted but glowing with pride, the fruit of hisefforts gleaming on her beautiful body. He'd lasted longer this time.

PracticeDOES make perfect

, he thought.Bending low over her to kiss her forehead, and then deciding that afew inches lower would do no harm, Ryder took Penny's upper lipbetween his own and gently rubbed them together, noting withsatisfaction that he was ready again. By the sound of her breathing,it seemed that she was, too. They kissed for a while.She pushed his face slightly away, smiling happily at him--the smileof a thoroughly pleased woman--gazing long and hard at his features,taking in his almost Adonis-like looks. He bent low again, aching foranother go, but she held him at bay, teasing him, taunting him,tempting him. Penny herself had an insatiable appetitefor intercourse,but the thought of driving Ryder out of control seemed insanely

sexy

...at the time.

Pushing against her, her hands holding his face away while his lowerbody desperately ground against her molten pelvis, he breathed out thequestion which would change their livesforever..."P-P.....Penny......so how.....ugh......so how.......howwas I?".Penny McArthur embraced her mortality when she breathed out her answer.*****

Part II--In The Shadow ofthe Master.....

He woke up hours later, drool forming a hulking pool under his cheek;he could feel it all the way down to his chest, violating his mostsensitive area.....the one that had, a while ago, transferred itselfto his head......

My penis was in my brain.....my penis WAS my brain......

And then, morbidly:

I'm a dickhead.....haha.....Penny, did youhear that? I'M A DICKHEAD!

Ryder rolled over onto his back, holding his knees up to his chest,the way Penny used to after they'd made love--apparently, the positionmade conception a foregone conclusion; they had had no children. Justremembering her naked form contort so seriously into a misshapenpretzel froze him over.He was thirsty, but he didn't want water. He was suddenly scared ofit. Water, that is. He was scared of it. He wondered fleetingly if hehad contracted rabies somehow.

AIDS, maybe. But Rabies? I know I called her a bitch many times, but that didn't really make her one,did it? Hahaha......I did the bitch doggy style!

Getting up in one fluid motion, he stretched his back, yawned andturned around. If not for the fact that his hands and legs weretrembling to a nether tune, Ryder looked and acted perfectlynonchalant. Almost bored, if you can digest that.

His eyes locked onto hers......black pupils battled red retinas.Drooping eyelids mocked open ones. Scarlet streaks stretched acrossboth sets of sclerae.For all intents and purposes, they were both dead.*****

Part III—The Lion Sleeps Tonight…

She was blue in the face. Her eyes were red, bloodshot, her hair matted toher forehead, wispy and wild, mirroring the look in her wild eyes. Violetveins were popping out all over her body ashe bent low over her, staringinto her retinas.His hands were pressed hard against her, pressing down with all theirforce. He bent lower, the pressure increasing exponentially.Finally, she spat out the water.Penny sat upright while Ryder dusted the sand off her back and hair; shetook in long, dry gulps of air, making up for the lostminutes. Herwindpipe was so constricted, it actually hurt her to breathe at all.She berated him over and over again for letting her venture out alone;Penny had a mouth on her and it could shoot off at times. Usually when itwas least needed.

One day, you’ll be sorry.

And then,

I love you, Penny

.***

Part IV—For Your Thoughts…

Had the signs always been there? The desire, the thirst to mutilate thatpiece of art? Had he always known that Judgment Day was round the corner?He couldn’t tell.But as he looked into her crystallized eyes, staring up as they were, hebegan to weep silent tears, those of a man whose burden far exceeds hisstrength. He knelt down beside her, afraid to touch her, yearning to touchher.