I Want – Chapter 1
I watch her silently from the doorway.
She is so beautiful, so exquisite, so strong, and she is mine. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is, she always has been, from the moment we met, I knew we shared something.
I gaze at her as she washes herself in one of the many bathing pools and I fight the urge to join her. No, I have much better things planned for her…for us.
Her golden hair shines in the dim light and her wet skin glistens. My hands twitch as I struggle to hold them by side when all I want to do is reach out, grab her, and claim her as mine.
It is almost time. I have been planning this for awhile and my ears are straining to hear any sort of sound. There is only silence, perfect silence.
My eyes are attracted by a sudden movement and they glance forward to see her in the process of getting out of the pool. My heart races and I can feel my blood pumping as I let my eyes wander over her body; she is truly magnificent. She is also blissfully unaware that I am here, watching her. I’ll fix that soon enough. Soon.
She dries herself slowly and my eyes almost close, wishing I were the towel she was using, the feeling of touching her is a heady feeling. I want her. I need her. I love her.
I cannot stop myself from moving out of the shadowed doorway and further into the room. She emits a startled sound as she sees me; she covers her beautiful body with the towel, a question in her eyes.
I say nothing, merely continue moving toward her until I am so close to her, I can smell the fragrance of her hair and the body smell that is uniquely hers. I inhale deeply as I stare intensely at her. I want her. I need her. I love her.
She opens her mouth to say something when I shake my head. To say something now would ruin the moment and I do not want it to end. I instead cup her face with one hand, smoothing my thumb over her cheek in a gentle caress, she closes her eyes in contentment and I smile; she is mine.
I suddenly move to stand behind her and I take advantage of her momentary confusion to wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her against me. I can feel her body beneath the flimsy towel and I yearn to rip it off to feel her bare skin. I plant a small kiss on her shoulder, making my way up her neck to glide across her cheek and to nibble on her ear. She tilts her head to the side, allowing me better access to her deliciously warm flesh. She tastes so sweet and I can only imagine that to kiss her would be perfect ambrosia.
Her eyes are still closed and she is smiling gently; she is pleased with what I am doing and I rejoice inside. I only want to make her happy. I want her. I need her. I love her.
As she is drowning in delight, I move my other hand from behind my back and slowly, gently place the cloth I am holding firmly against her mouth and nose. Her eyes jolt open and her arms start to rise to take my hand away, but I am prepared, my other arm is already trapping hers to the sides of her body.
She struggles violently, but I hold her even tighter. My eyes close and I smile in sheer delight as her struggling brings her body even closer to mine. My hand pushes tighter against her mouth and nose and slowly she stops thrashing until I feel her grow limp in my arms.
I take my hand away and scoop her up, one hand underneath her knees and the other behind her back. I view her sleeping face, the gentle slope of her neck, the seductive curves of her shoulders and I shudder with anticipation. I want her. I need her. I love her.
I slowly carry her out of the room, through the empty tunnels to the surface by way of the transporter rings. The guards on the surface are unconscious, my earlier doing, and I move, unchallenged toward the Stargate, carrying the woman I love in the middle of the night. I dial the co-ordinates and wait for the wormhole to engage. As soon as it does, I am walking up the steps and through the wormhole to emerge on the other side.
I begin to head toward the caves I know are in a westerly direction as I have been here before.
When I reach the caves, I walk into the darkness, unafraid, carrying my love. After all, why would I be afraid? I am in paradise, just my love, and me alone and together.
And I intend for it to stay that way, forever.
Why? Because I want her, I need her, I love her and she is mine to keep.