Love's Predatory Perfection
She owns you the moment you see her.
She knows it too.
That spark, that lightening strike to your nerves from heaven.
Your heart races. You feel like you're at top of that hill on a roller coaster.
You know the one.
The scent of your fear draws her closer. You sink further into your seat.
She sits down and gives you a smile.
You can see every moment of it. Each feature carrying a message only you understand.
Her smile: It's nice to meet you. Mind if I sit?
Her posture: I'm not going to hurt you, relax.
Her eyes. Her eyes are the key. Those eyes: I'm hungry. I'm hunting you.
She says hello and it shatters your defenses.
You shakily say hi back. She lays her arms on the table.
She asks you what you're doing all alone.
You feel the temptation to just pour yourself out to her. Something tells you deep down to just dump it all. Yet you know you're in the presence of a hunter. Your instincts and sense are strong enough to at least make you respond with a simple explanation. You enjoy watching people.
She chuckles, her eyes becoming inviting and hypnotic in their understanding as she tells you she likes watching people too.
Your flesh, and your body are trying to hijack you. You want to tackle her and let her ravish you till there's nothing left. Which you know is going to be the case eventually no matter what you do.
You claw at your instincts, try to keep your head above water. You can't find words because there's a painful lump in your throat. You can't focus because you keep looking at her features.
She's not muscular, or very athletic or overly attractive like a super model in any respect. However you can't help but imagine giving her everything because she seems nice.
You're a hopeless romantic. Drawn to sensuality like a moth to flame.
She knows it but she's clearly pleased with your self control. She offers to get you a drink. You shake your head.
Water is fine for you.
There's silence for awhile, its not awkward at all. In fact its charged like the air before a thunderstorm.
You breath a sigh of relief internally as your hunter takes a small amount of pity on you.
She talks about something she knows you like, she knows because she hunts your type.
You don't care, anything to get rid of the incredible tension that's keeping you from showing how confident you can really be.
A conversation happens. Before you know it within a twenty minute span you're almost acting like close friends.
Laughter. Smiles. To you, there's a war on. Inside your head you're trying to figure out if she's the kind of hunter that wants to make something serious. Or just steal you away for a one night trip into that darkness you try to avoid like the plague.
You value your life. You value your existence.
Its at this point your own ability to hunt surfaces. You start probing. Testing the waters.
She talks about living a good life. A lonely one but she survives because she takes care of herself.
Something you're just learning to do. You nod, and offhandedly ask how serious she'd want to make her next relationship.
She says it. The one answer that makes you ready to patiently play the game for months, years, if you have to.
She says she's done dealing with those short term men. She wants something that gives her a never-ending satisfaction. She's ready to fight that endless battle for the perfect combined life.
You smile confidently, and begin to work your own magic on her. All of a sudden you see her confidence waver. Your eyes narrow. Yes, your position and outcome is still the same but the power has shifted.
You get her to show a different side. She's pleased with being on the receiving end of being hunted for.
Before you know it, its time to part. You exchange numbers.
You burry yourself in your work because you have to. Emotions cloud you and you don't want to make a mistake.
She calls. You meet up again. She's dressed more casually, more like herself rather than wearing the garb of the predator.
You watch a film. You go out to eat. You talk about your work. You talk about the world.
You separate again.
You smile more often now. She texts you, you text her back.
Days become weeks. Weeks months.
Months become years.
She's still your hunter, you can sense it.
You pop that one question. Feeling that its the only way to proceed towards what you both want.
She cries and falls to her knees with you. You twist your tails together.
You decide to do it right together. Get counseling.
You take her to church with you, and you see the prey in her. Its understandable.
The concept of the One. The Truth. Something steering the world, something loving.
You do this with her and one day she feels it. She bursts into tears when sitting next to you on a sunday. You frown, but rub her shoulder.
You take her to your place. You sit and talk. She says she felt Him. She opens up about a past littered with scars. A desire to grow and fight it off.
She's ready now.
It only takes another month or so for you guys to be cleared by your counselor.
Happiness, joy, sometimes shared sadness spent holding hands thinking about a past that somehow echoed between the two of you.
The wedding is small. Just family and friends. Her parents don't seem to like you but in doing things on her own with you she doesn't care.
Its that night now. The night you felt was coming.
This time you're at her apartment.
You hold her hand as you sit on the bed together, seeing the rings that bind you. Seeing them for more than just jewelry. A circle is never-ending. Love breaks boundaries.
You laugh when your moment together is interrupted by her soft appetite.
Your both back to the very first day you met. Yet because this is something protected by Him. There will be no end. No cruelty. No pain.
You kiss, you lick each other. Together you start to lose track of where one of you starts and the other ends.
The marriage bed is sanctified. You share the love, and amusement of having not done anything like this the entire time you knew each other up to this point.
Many didn't understand. Many called you old fashioned. You both knew better.
It wasn't perfect, it was just... right.
As you rest your head on her breast she smiles that smile she smiled when she first met you. She says those three words. Those tender words. Then says another three, just as softly. To you they mean the same thing.
She gently holds your cheeks and you both sit up. She opens her jaws before you.
You close your eyes. Embrace the heat.
Your body rings with fire and electricity. Sensation as her maw surrounds you.
Its everything you imagined. The terror, the plunge, the fall into a deep committed love that forces on you vulnerability that you can hardly stand.
You can feel her fear as well. Fear that this won't end the way she wants it to. You try to reassure her by touching her face. Her heart.
Faith burns bright between you, and you both step further towards the ocean of intimacy that goes beyond just sharing a bed.
The waters part, a rush of that energy from above, of certainty. You both trust, and enter the sea together, staying in that protected corridor.
Deeper you fall, and deeper she takes you.
Pleasure and passion swarm and engulf your souls.
It takes time, but you are now within her. She holds you. Tears in her eyes as she holds herself like a mother with a precious cargo.
There's no words to share any more. Just time.
It takes hours but her body overtakes yours. The heat, the tightness.
The liquid of her love, its molten touch helping your body to evanesce.
Her gorgeous engorgement softens and she cries hard, not because you are gone, but because she can feel the threads of strong spiritual power and energy keeping you close.
Mortality is relative. Love has no boundary and death has no meaning in the face of it.
Her eyes are blind to the world, as she sees stars and vast distances within her.
Your one true love, your predator, your protector, your guardian.
To her, you are her prey. Her charge. Her caretaker.
You create the perfect symbol together.
The contentment, the warmth from feeling each other so close within one body. The energies of your souls twisting together and curling around each other.
She knows you'll be resting in her arms come morning. Her newfound faith and her prayer to be with you guarantees that.
And so it is. You awake facing her, and your eyes meet.
Together, you just touch each other's faces. Knowing that this is where you will be until the end of your lives. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. Predator and Prey. Prey and predator.