Here’s a new pic and a new little scene I wrote very late last night. I couldn’t sleep and none of my characters would cooperate so I could work on any stories. This one just sort of popped in and demanded to be written. 🙂

Truth (c) 2006 T.A. Chase

My eyes close. My personal blind fold, keeping me from seeing my reflection in the window or the mirror or even in the eyes of my lover. That’s the way I want it. Hiding from the world is easy for me. For so long, I’ve shown a face to the world that isn’t my own. Smiles are easy to fake when tears hurt too much to cry.

His hands slip around my waist and slide up my chest to press against the spot over my heart. “My heart,” he breathes into my ear. I nod but still don’t open my eyes. He’s right. My heart has been his since I met his fog gray eyes across the bar. The noise around me had faded and I knew he saw through the mask I wore.

His lips nuzzle the point where my neck connects with my shoulder. Sharp teeth test the muscles there. “My soul,” he murmurs. If I am his soul than he is mine. No other touches me so deeply. Yet no one knows what he means to me. Outside in the world, I live a lie. The uniform I wear imprisons me.

Reaching behind me, I run my hand over his hip. My fingers know where to land. Letters on his skin spell out my name. “My love,” he offers with no hesitation. He has no doubts or worries about our love. He has no reason to hide. He comes from a different life where truth is embraced.

I allow him to turn me. I hear the rustle of his clothes and without looking I know he is kneeling in front of me. I can’t open my eyes now. It hurts to see him as if he is worshipping some golden idol. I want to shout about feet of clay and worshipping fake gods. Hot and moist, his mouth takes me in. In the years we’ve been together, he’s learned how to touch to make me cry out his name.

Blindly, I reach for his shoulders. I grip their broad expanse with hard fingers. Bruises will blossom there but I’m not worried about that. He is my only support in a dark world where everyone hides love and honesty. His tongue swirls around me and draws my passion from me in an overwhelming surge.

Breathing becomes easier again and I open my eyes to find him staring up at me. In those mist colored eyes, I see love, understanding and patience. He is willing to wait until I reach the breaking point. He’ll be there to catch me when I finally tell even though they didn’t ask.

17 Responses “Truth”

  1. T.A.Chase says:

    I looked for a guy in uniform to put with it, but there was just something about this pic that spoke to me…besides being

  2. Sherrill Quinn says:

    I like the pic with the story, too. Yum.

  3. T.A.Chase says:

    I have my moments. 🙂 Thanks Paige.

  4. Paige Burns says:

    Dayum, T.A! Deep.

  5. T.A.Chase says:

    thanks, Sherrill.

  6. Sherrill Quinn says:

    Lovely, T.A. Very emotive. 🙂

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