Red Hot Kitchen

Red Hot Kitchen

I am milk, I am red hot kitchen

And I am cool, cool as the deep blue ocean

I'm waiting for you.

Moonrise, you said and like some hopeful child I believed you. I should have learned better by now, I suppose, with such a willing and patient teacher. Night after night I have carved penitence lines into my very flesh at your command, but still the lesson remains unlearned and I, in my ignorance, still wait for you.

My patience is rewarded by creaking floorboards and the quiet sigh of old hinges as you enter the room. I turn, your name on my lips but the words are swept away with breath as you emerge from silvery shadows like some fantastic creature of myth.

You have not disregarded your lessons, that much is clear. You have studied me vigilantly, made me your art. Each seduction is a masterpiece worthy of worldwide critique, right down to the last stroke. So to speak.

And the look in your eyes says this time will be no different.

I can see you daring me to resist you, testing my will, but beyond the challenge I see something deeper, something right down in those mercurial depths, and it begs me not to.

Like I would, anyway.

My eyes have given you the permission you were waiting for and like quicksilver you are out of the shadows and into my arms, cool and wanton against my hot flesh. My blood stirs with the touch of you, as I know somewhere far away warm oceans stir under the moon. You taste like tea and honey, and I remember that you didn't want to believe me when I said you were sweet.

Must be the wine - I'm really quite bitter and horrible, and I smiled even though it wasn't really that funny.

When you pull away I am surprised as always to find your skin unmarked when it should be branded with the shape of me, undeniable evidence of my desire for you.

Gentle fingers undoing each button, carefully. There's too much at stake now for the carelessness of before, when it was all a game and we waited, like truants, to get caught.

****

My buttons scattered at the foot of your bed and my shirt in tatters, my skin marred and broken by you.

How am I supposed to go back to my room like this?

If you stay, you said, it doesn't matter

So I stayed, and now it does.

****

I stand naked before you and the realisation dawns that now there is never any other way, that there can never be. I am always naked for you - naked and open - naked and waiting. The truth of this epiphany spills from my lips uncontrolled, meaningless words of need and want and you kiss me hard again to stem the flow.

Is it silence you value, I wonder, or secrecy?

My hands slide over you - just for the thrill of touching that which seems so ethereal and unreachable but with my touch you become real, hard and insistent against me but still cool as deep water.

A wicked whisper, cool breath tickling my ear and I am on my knees before you.

That's all it ever took.

You whisper my name, once, twice.

Harry...

And I am overwhelmed with you.

The first time, I didn't know what to expect and you laughed when I pulled a face.

It's not really that bad, and a mocking smile.

That taste, so much you that I didn't know how not to lose myself. I felt like I could never just be me again after I'd tasted you, like it would never be enough.

And it isn't.

You pull me to my feet and now you're kissing me with that hidden sweetness, gently and unhurriedly drinking in the intoxicating taste of us. Without noticing I have come to rest against the wall. Funny how even now, sandwiched between the cold stone and the cold of your skin the heat inside of me remains untouched.

I'll have you burning too, just wait and see.

Now it's you against the wall with your full length against me. My heat spreads through you like fire when I enter you and I almost fancy I can taste it when my teeth sink into your shoulder. For surely if fire could be tasted it would sting my tongue with that same taste of hot salt and copper.

It is over with a hoarse cry that is and is not my own. For one moment that cry fills the world, only to immolate in a flash of white hot light that swallows us both whole.

****

When you kiss me good night I can feel that your skin has already begun to cool, and I know that it is not until the coldness become unbearable, when it burns like fire and dry ice, that you will come to me again.

I'll be waiting.

I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you

I'm breaking, I'm aching for you

I'm waiting...I'm waiting

I'm waiting for you

Terminus Est - The end only serves as a line to divide us from the beginning