Sabrina cut her finger on the edge of the cardboard Drew—it was like the card that he gave her was a thorn in her purse. But she could not compel herself to throw it out, maybe it was because of the memory of sex with him she had had most recently, the most bizarre role play of all. Or if it was because she was starting to realize that she was not invisible like she seemed to think she was.
She had an affect on people, and she could not even go to London, because she and Carole were not really on speaking terms. She had been silent when Carole told her how she felt about her. She had been shell-shocked really. Sabrina had not imagined anything between them. She thought Carole was just her only and really close friend. Being in love and loving each other, was not something that she had imagined between them.
Carole took her silence as a rejection, and they had barely spoken since.
Should she maybe take the pilgrimage to London to face her demons, and what she had done?
Or should she just let sleeping dogs lie?
She was not sure what she should do, as she watched the blood seep from her finger.
“What happened?” Harry walked into the room, and took her hand.
She looked at him, as he took her finger in his mouth. It was a weird kind of communion watching him take her blood in, and she was mesmerized. Should she let sleeping dogs lie, and try something real with Harry? Would she want him to go through what she had put everyone else through?
“I pricked my finger,” she said quietly, looking at him taking in his eyes. His eyes were calm like the ocean unstirred, as he looked at her. Did she want to make a storm in them?
She kissed him, and tasted her blood on his lips nothing like the wine of a communion. They tasted of blood. She pressed her body to his, and rubbed herself against him. His eyes remained calm, although his lips parted in mirth.
“You are a demon,” he said, and it seemed his lips did not move.
Did he really say that?
She decided to move serpentine about his body. Her hands like the tongue of a snake, lapped at his belt until she moved it from his waist in a swift movement. His body was calm, but between his legs she found his emotion. He was hard and hot, and waiting for her.
Serpentine on her knees, her tongue flicked out like a snake’s. The first lash of her tongue on his shaft, and she saw him turn wild like a turbulent sea.
She was a demon maybe, she thought. Harry knew her too well…
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serpent via wikipedia
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I like seeing her self-reflect a bit even if she finds it difficult to do.
i got inspired by you from your comment last week for this week’s post—glad you liked it!