“It's such a beautiful night”, Lay
mused distractedly. She gazed up at the heavens and tried to take in
all that she saw. To her, the starry sky told of romance, not of
navigation, but s she was doing her best. She tried to look for the
patterns that Corsair had told her about, but it was no use. All she
could think about was that she wished she was not alone. It seemed
like such a waste, to look upon such beauty and have no one to share
it with. Once again, she wondered if they were doing the right
thing. As she gazed out over the ocean, she couldn't help but
sympathize with him. Placing a paw on her chest, she closed her eyes
and solemnly offered her support to the endless night: “From one
longing heart to another, let us both find what we seek”. Knowing
there was nothing more for her out there, she left the deck and
returned to her cabin.
She pulled something out of her desk
and laid down on her bed. “From one lonely heart to another...”
she wrote, repeating the passage to herself a few times. It was a
little romantic, but it didn't tug at her heart the way true poetry
did. She leafed through the pages of her little book, reading aloud
some of the entries she had collected: “I long to be with you
again, to feel the tenderness of your touch and the warmth of your
breath as your heart beats next to mine.”
“You are the sun and the stars, the
earth and the sky, the land and the sea. From the moment we met, I
knew my days would all begin and end with you.”
“I wish I could find the words to
tell you how I feel, but no matter what I say, it's never enough.
But it's all right - I need only look into your eyes to see that we
understand each other.” She felt a warm, fuzzy feeling inside as
she read the words, but it quickly turned to melancholy when her
thoughts returned to her own life. “Someday” she sighed
wistfully, and closed the book.
She thought she heard a noise. Her
ears perked up, and she listened intently, but there was nothing.
Then, a moment later, it was there again, a quiet tapping on her
door. “My Queen?” a voice called softly. She quickly stashed
the book under her mattress and hurried to answer it.
As she opened the door, Petal was
standing there, his right paw held up. He seemed a bit startled to
see her, and he quickly folded his paws across his chest as if it
hadn't been him who knocked.
“My Queen! I... ah... well-”
“Did anyone see you come here?” She
asked quickly, interrupting him.
“I... err... no-”
“Good.” She quickly pulled him
inside and closed the door behind him.
“I'm sorry,” he said, calming down
a little now that they were inside, “It's just you hadn't come by
in a while, and I was worried...”
Lay took a seat on her bed. “You
didn't need to worry, I've just been a bit busy, that's all.”
“I've also... longed to see you” he
said, sheepishly.
“I know.” She said, realizing that
she too longed for some companionship. “You're not hard to read.”
“Well, I...” he started again.
Lay laid back on her bed. “Are you
going to come over here, or are you going to make me wait all night?”
She beckoned to him, and he complied loyally, as he always did.
After they had finished and cuddled for
a while, she gently prodded him back to his senses. “It's getting
late,” she whispered, “you should get back.”
He caressed her cheek with his paw.
“Surely there is time enough for us to be together one more time
before the sun rises.” he said playfully, lifting himself above
her.
“I fear not”, she sat up and pushed
him away gently. “I won't make you wait so long next time.”
“Yes, my Queen”, he said,
crestfallen, as he sadly walked towards towards the door.
Her heart sank into her stomach as she
watched him go. His paw was on the door before she couldn't take it
any more. “You'd better be fast”, she sighed.
Sure enough, he was back to professing
his love and smothering her with kisses before she had even finished
speaking.
“I am too soft”, she thought as he
got on top of her again, but any such thoughts of regret were quickly
forgotten amid the gentle passion that she liked so much.
Unfortunately, she couldn't bear to throw him out the next time,
either, and they were still at it when the sun rose, her arms wrapped
tightly around the man she could never refuse.
---
The morning began just as the night had
ended, and for a moment Lay thought she had simply lost track of time
as she laid there with him, but the feeling of her new partner's skin
on the palms of her hands told her otherwise. She opened her eyes to
see the face of her lover: he had medium length golden hair, a
slender build, and a smooth, unblemished face reddened with exertion.
She could not see his eyes, they remained tightly closed as he
passionately attended her in much the same manner as Petal had. She
tilted her head back and squeezed him, letting the sensation take
her. It did not last long, after he finished she caught her first
glimpse of his big blue eyes, which gazed at her lovingly. She
kissed him intensely, and was about to try to talk him into another
round when he spoke to her:
“I suppose you'll have to be going
now”, he remarked sadly, caressing her shoulder.
“I suppose so.” she agreed, a bit
surprised. She stood up and began dressing herself.
“You shouldn't keep him waiting”,
the man said, leaning back on the bed. She chuckled under her breath
as she put on her shirt. He was very handsome, and looking at him
like that made her want to stay. She lent over to kiss him again.
“Farewell, my sweet”, he said as she left through the door.
It was a warm and sunny day out. Lay
took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, enjoying it all. “Keep
him waiting?”, she smiled to herself. “There's another man
waiting to me? I just hope he's as cute as the last one.” She
sighed happily. “Ah, this is the kind of morning I've needed for a
long time...”
She couldn't help herself from skipping
along the path as she approached the only other house in sight.
She opened the door to the bedroom to
find him lying there, asleep on his back. He had short brown hair
and a plain face, not as cute as the other one, but it would suffice.
She quietly removed her clothes and crawled over him...
“I know where you've been”, he
said, clearly not asleep after all.
“Was it a secret?” she asked,
genuinely surprised.
“I almost wish it was” he said,
irritably. “You know how I feel about it when you sleep with other
guys.”
“Well, don't worry”, she looked at
him seductively, stroking his face, “there's still plenty left for
you.”
“I'm not in the mood”, he said,
gently pushing her away.
“Give me ten seconds and you will
be...” She smirked at him and lowered her head.
“No.” he insisted, pulling the
blanket back over himself, “We need to talk.”
“Why not?” Lay asked, disappointed.
“Because that's what you do with
everyone.”
“What's wrong with that?”
“I want what we have to be special”,
he said, slowly. “I don't mind you spending time with other
people, but I only want you to be intimate with me. Is that so much
to ask?”
“That's just how I am”, she
shrugged. “When I meet new people, that's what they want from me,
and I love giving it to them. There's nothing wrong with that.”
“But you know how much that hurts me”
the stranger pleaded, pathetically. “I've been very patient with
you, but it can't go on like this, it'll tear us apart. I'm asking
you to do this for us.” he said, clasping her hand in his.
She scowled at him. “Funny how I'm
the one who has to change for 'us'. What sacrifice do you plan to
make for me, huh? I have enough problems to deal with as it is, I
don't need someone who looks at me and wishes I was someone
different. If you aren't happy with what we have then maybe you
should just find someone else. Don't try to change me, because I
won't change.”
“So that's it, then?” he said,
choked up, “you're going to give up everything that we have because
you can't go five hours without getting it from a different guy?”
His voice was hoarse, full of pain and anger, but his words were
clear enough. “Is your uncontrollable sex drive the only thing
that matters to you, you selfish whore?!”
She slapped him so hard that her hand
stung, and she had to clasp her arm to prevent her from hitting him
again. “Fuck you”, she spat. “You don't deserve me.”
“I deserve much better” she heard
him say, but the moment she stepped off the bed her leg plunged into
frigid water. The bed and its loathsome inhabitant were gone, in
their place was a world of chills and pain. She forced her head
above water and flailed about frantically for the rope ladder as the
water in her eyes was blinding her.
Thankfully, her paws struck something
hard and she found the ladder. Grasping it tightly with one paw, she
wiped the water from her eyes and began to climb up. She thought she
saw Sonnet at the top of the ladder, but if he had been there the
look she gave him must have been horrible enough for him to run for
cover, as the deck was empty when she got there. She dried herself
off hastily and sulked back to her cabin, too angry and upset to care
about the ridiculous mess her fur must have been.
She opened the door to her cabin to
find Petal lying on her bed, waiting for her. His eyes widened as
she walked in. “What's wrong, my queen?” he asked, sweetly. In
what seemed like an instant, he had his arms wrapped around her, not
caring about how damp she was or how she looked. He leaned forward
to kiss her-
“Out.” She said coldly, pointing
towards the door. He seemed startled, but he left without saying
another word.
She flopped down on her bed and buried
her face in her pillow, and immediately regretted sending him away.
She reached under her mattress for her little book, but its words
only made the pain worse.
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