Chance or Fate
This was originally supposed to be a M/M Erotica piece, but after a conversation with my teacher (Offox) I ended up deciding to try and write a fast piece of romantic fiction that was compeltely genderless.
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Chance or Fate By Jessica Raisor
Their eyes met from across the room; Green on brown and sparks flew. The shorter stood and began to cross the crowded dance floor, the taller content to sit back and watch. Bodies parted, seemingly oblivious to the being filled with so strong a purpose. Sweating and undulating all around, but no mind was paid. There was only The Other, the beacon among the flashing neon lights.
They met and began to speak, their hushed whispers and quiet laughter completely drowned by the sound of the pulsing music ringing strong through the nightclub. A shy smile, a swift handshake, a few well-meaning cocktails, and their history began. Talk of jobs, and friends, and interests passed quickly, the topics soon shifting to deeper-meaning subjects such as death and passion and the merging of the two. Lightning passed between their tightly-locked eyes, their glances never wavering, their hearts and minds rushing with feeling. It was as though the gods had breathed new life into their very souls.
They left through the back, content to leave their companions behind as only their other half mattered now. Curving streets and silence greeted them as they began their voyage home. One hand grasped the other. The heat was intense in the cold autumn air. Each imagined their hand steaming in the dampness and chuckled, quick to voice their shared thought. Passersby on the street stopped and stared, gaping at the magnificence of the two so completely enraptured with one another. 'Soul mates', a young girl whispered as they passed. 'Simpletons', muttered an middle-aged man. The girl they smiled at, the man they winked at.
The lock clicked as its key was turned, jingling slightly as it was tossed into a small basket near the door afterwards. The short one brought out glasses and poured gentle streams of wine for the pair. Their lips moved, they spoke, but the true communication was in their hearts. Was it chance or fate that brought them to the same smoke-tinted lounge? They cared not either way, content to trade theories on science and philosophy in the unpretentious way of two curious souls. Both carried an insatiable lust for knowledge that bordered on recklessness, devouring books and documentaries like gluttons and becoming weak with the weight of a sharpened mind. The revelation brought them closer.
Drunk more on their laughter than the spirits, the pair retired to a bedroom in the aft of the flat. Our shy little partner vanished behind a silk screen and returned clad in naught but the fur they were born with. The taller of the pair had already reclined in the nude, back to the changing area, absorbed in a manuscript laying haphazardly on the nightstand.
"A novel", whispered the shorter creature.
"I'd love to read it", said the taller.
The shorter one was upon the bed then, overcome by the wave of emotions warming their way through the inside of their petite form. Insatiable curiosity mingled with lust and the small figure began to explore every inch of its larger partner. Mingled with their sighs was the sound of magic; these two were not spending a drunken night with strangers. They had found their life's calling, they were joining for life.
The larger one took control and eased the smaller away, pinning playfully as they kissed. Passion bloomed white-hot as they melted into one another, forgetting where one body ended and another began. There was no pain, only ecstasy as they panted and moaned in unbridled satisfaction. Their hair draped over them like the hanging curtains of the willow tree as they gazed into the luminous eyes of the other, drinking in every expression their partner wore. Near the height of their pleasure they cried out in glee, flooding the other with their essence as their nerves glowed white-hot. They collapsed together, breathing heavily, sweat glistening on their bodies as they drifted off into restful sleep, swearing to never be apart again.