Re: [Carnival - Adult]
She didn't know herself. There was no map to how she functioned, and no Bible to illuminate any reader on the inner workings of her mind. She was a mystery, and yet she knew she craved someone to want her badly enough that he dragged her from the stage. She wanted someone with the kind of possession that made people fear. She wanted to give herself up to ownership and devotion. She wanted to be loved more than breath in lungs, and she wanted to be owned with the same vigor. She was no feminist. You'd find her in no halls talking about the rights of women. It wasn't that she believed women inferior, because she didn't, but she wanted the right to give herself entirely, in any way she desired, and most feminists disagreed with that desire.
It wasn't very mainstream, and it was only further explanation for her life on the outskirts. There was no shame in desires that didn't involved backs against mattresses and eyes turned upward. God gave people bodies that reacted and reacted and reacted, and she refused to believe there was anything wrong with those reactions.
His fingers found her, touched her, parted her, made her damp and pliant. She kissed nothings against his mouth by the time she asked her question, barely touch, barely anything, and yet she rained those kisses along his cheek and temple as he kissed her throat. "Oui?" she asked, pleased that he would come, and she stepped away from that tree and twined her fingers with his.
She left behind the blue and the ribbons, memorials in the midnight earth, and she wound around trees that she knew by name. She rambled those names off for him, and they were places off postcards collected - Paris, Milan, Bucharest, Rome. This place was her church, as much as the wooden structure with its pretty glass and stations of the cross. She tugged, and she tugged, and she looked over her shoulder to ensure he was coming. Near, she stopped, turned, kissed him once, only once. "I thought about you," she confessed and, with grey eyes bright, she pulled him the final few feet to her metal trailer, unaware of the dangers that might lurk for him there. "This is me."