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My Fetish

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You're reclining in a darkened room. The door is closed and the blinds are shut. He's just got done explaining why Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" is about rape. You dragged your old, dusty television from its perch on the table you never bothered to inspect when you moved in onto your bed. You almost fear it's going to break the wooden sides, but it holds. With thick determination, you've plugged and unplugged wires, setting up the game system that you, he, and another friend are going to partake in. But it will all be over soon.

You sit down, back to reclining. He sits next to you, but you don't need anyone informing you. Every time he's around, there's an alarm going off. You crane your neck to look for him, and everything's okay. You're his secret keeper, the precious person that's embedded in your heart like a gem – except he's more priceless. But it will all be over soon.

You let your friend have the first go. She's much more experienced at the game. It blows your mind. You haven't touched the game since. Is this for fear of undoing her work, or tarnishing the effort? It could be that you're scared. They both had scrapped the pillows off of your bed for their personal use. You feel a pressure on your thigh and you look down to see what it is. You don't know where your heart is or what it's doing when you see that it's him. He is watching the zombies being fought silently. He has laid the pillow over you and snuggled close. He's hardly aware of what he's doing to you, but it will all be over soon.

Immediately, you jump from extreme to extreme. You could lean over and kiss his exposed temple, but that would be ridiculous. Will he, can he, does he like you in that way? You take bated breaths, not daring to move in case he is unsettled. With the excitement, the euphoria claiming your body and charging rampant through every damned electrolyte in your brain and body, it's hard to believe that this can't be what Heaven is like. Between the zombies getting their heads blown off a few feet away and this boy next to you, you can't imagine anything better. But it will all be over soon.

Hesitantly, you pick up your left hand, for he's on your left side. It hovers above the side of his face. You stopped yourself because you think too much. Should you? Shouldn't you? Everyone loves a nice petting now and again, isn't this true? He moves ever so slightly, and your stomach clenches in the fear that he'll sit up, robbing you of a chance. This is fate. This is God-given. It would be nothing less than a sin to refuse the opportunity to share this small bond with your epitome of love. You try your damndest not to look directly at him as your shy fingers dip into his black hair. You know you love someone when their hair is greasy and they're still alluring. Your nails gently, gently scratch down, through his hair and onto his skin, brushing his temple. Your fingertips linger on the edge of his cheekbone, and then you retract your hand, setting it back in the imprint you left on the rug. Out of the corner of your eye, you swear you see him look up at you, but you dare not react. You don't react in the way he would notice, but your heart beats deliriously, immersed in the syrupy goodness of love. But it will all be over soon.

Once both he and she are safely at home, you return to your room. You move the television back to the table, where the brown wood is visible and where dust hasn't touched it. You straighten up, laughing softly at the freshest memories you have. Making your bed, you catch a whiff of one of the pillows. Startled, you bring it up to your face and take a deeper inhale. On one hand, it's a little creepy. On the other hand... God, his scent. You fall back onto your bed, clutching the pillow close, a smile on your face. This pillow will be what you'll use to remember this night. As long as you have this pillow, you'll never forget. As long as you have this pillow, you'll have him. The smell is like nothing you'll ever know. Fresh air mixes with failure in this lovely aid. You hope it'll linger, at least throughout the night. This will guarantee you pleasant dreams. As long as you have sleep, you will have dreams. As long as you have dreams, you will have him. There isn't a place in your mind where he hasn't touched. Thank God it will never end.
#26 - Sweet

So Jacob said to his household and to all who were with him, "Get rid of the foreign gods you have with you, and purify yourselves and change your clothes."
~ Genesis 35:2

This is for :icondestructivechildren: 's monthly prompt.
May: Fetishes.

Originally I was going to do scars. Then I was going to do scent. Then I was going to do hair.
Then I realised he has all those.

EDIT (1.7.10): This won third place in the :icondestructivechildren: was holding for Fetishes. I had actually forgotten it was a contest and thought it was just a prompt... Here is the journal entry, feel free to check it out. I'm glad that this won, because this is a piece that I actually like.
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SgtPossum's avatar
Whoa, that was really good. :)

I liked the connection you made with the character. Could almost feel what they felt.