Madness or Purpose

by Megan Perry

  Each night after kicking Natasha out, I snuggle up next to Gavin wishing I could have more. Sometimes he allows it and other times he doesn’t. I usually can’t get past taking off his shirt and my own in return. My theory is proving to be more and more correct at least from my view. The more we try to ignore what we want the more frustrated I become and the closer the light bulbs are to exploding each time I get just a little bit of what I want. By Sunday morning I have had enough! I want what I want and that is that! I pack some bags and drag Gavin to the truck. He gives me a slightly bewildered look when I take his keys and tell him to get his ass in the truck. I have to climb up into the cab, but that is really nothing new.

  “Zoe what are we doing?”

  Gavin demands to know. “Gavin, just shut up and let me drive! We are doing what I want today, and you are going to go along with it. Whether you will admit it or not, I know you are only pushing me away because you are scared! We are going to stay somewhere that isn’t home tonight and you are going to relax!” I blurt out in one breath as I start the engine and practically tear out of the parking lot. “Zoe, you know I’m only doing it for our safety! I don’t think our neighbors would appreciate it if we burnt down or blew up their homes do you,”

  he counters through clenched teeth. “I know, that’s why we aren’t going to be at home!” I announce triumphantly. “You aren’t listening to me Zoe! It’s too dangerous, it’s not safe! Anywhere, there are electronics, or walls made of anything flammable we are dangerous.” “Exactly, where we are going there won’t be any of those things!” I grin evilly, knowing I have won. “Just sit back and let me drive! I’ve got it all covered and you and I won’t have to worry about anything!”

  Gavin lays his head back against the seat in defeat. He knows he can’t talk me out of it, and he probably doesn’t really want to either. It kills me to see him as he has been lately; full of worry and anxious to even be near me. As I drive he drifts off to sleep and his guard drops. I slip my hand under his as it lies on the seat.

  I am careful to only observe and not influence his thoughts in anyway. This is something Natasha has been teaching me lately. Observing like this can allow me to help others and not harm them, by messing with their minds, especially those who don’t know what I am. I would never do anything with ill intentions; I just don’t have that type of thing in me. I have always been the one in the middle fixing arguments, and mending all the torn edges. Maybe that is why I got this crazy idea. I mean Gavin has always been here looking after me, protecting me. I owe this to him as much as I do to myself. I want him to be happy and lately not being with me seems to be hurting him more than anything. I don’t have to be able to see inside his head to know that. In fact he hasn’t slept this soundly in days. I hear him rolling around in the living room and pacing the floors all night. I can see that he thinks about everything I’ve been feeling and I just know this night will be what we need before I start work tomorrow night.

  I take the highway out of the city, which of course takes forever. It’s not too horrible though, because most people are entering the city for work tomorrow and not leaving like we are. After a half an hour or so I turn off onto a side road and follow it as it slowly winds away from the main roadways and the paved lanes turn to gravel and eventually to a dirt road. The terrain becomes more uneven and the scenery transforms from cement and sky scrapers to trees and grassy meadows. As Gavin begins to stir I slide my hand back to the wheel and the terrain begins to get a bit bumpier bringing him back to consciousness quite violently. “Where the hell are we ZZ?” Gavin groggily asks. “A secret place I’ve never told you about.” I answer him. He gives me a confused look. I know what he is thinking, we know everything about each other, but that isn’t entirely true. He has been keeping things from me practically our whole lives. I don’t hate him for it or anything. Hell, I don’t even blame him, but it would just be weird if I had nothing to myself. “Just hold onto your panties! We’re almost there.” I tell him. He looks out the window taking in the dramatic change in scenery and I slowly see him relax. His shoulders drop a bit and his breathing evens out.

  Absent mindedly his fingers find my thigh and he drums them against it. Each touch sends tiny heat shocks through my skin and straight to, well, let’s just say if I wasn’t sexually frustrated before I am now! He doesn’t even seem to know what he is doing, or does he? Since he is awake his mental walls are up. I can get through them, but it takes more concentration than I can give it now trying to drive the truck down the practically nonexistent road. I remember it being a much smoother drive the last time I was here. That was so long ago though I guess it doesn’t really surprise me that everything has changed. Everything appears more over grown and the road has not been maintained. I’m not even sure that the cottage is still standing. We weren’t the only people who used it, so I hope someone has been keeping the place up and not actually there today. In the worst case scenario I was sure to toss the tent in the back of the truck along with the bed rolls we use when we go camping.

  I am beginning to doubt my memory and I’m not sure I made all the right turns, when the clearing comes into sight and the little cottage roof begins to rise over the horizon.

  My father used to bring me here. Whenever things got too tough for me in school, or if we had nothing to do during the summer, we came here. Dad called it, “our secret heaven”. In a city like New York, I guess not many could say they had such a place to escape to. I never realized how much those days meant to me until he was gone. I hadn’t even let myself think about this place until yesterday. Remembering little things like this hidden place were too painful. I don’t like crying, and memories like the ones from here usually overwhelm me.

  The last time I was here with my father, he told me something. He said, “you know, you are the best daughter a father could ask for. I never have regretted a single moment with you. I am proud of you and the woman you have become. You will go far in life and do great things. Promise me something. Promise me you won’t ever give up. You have strength inside you that you’ve only begun to discover. Honey, you change the world.” When he said it I just blushed and brushed it off. Now I see he was trying to tell me he loved me, and that he knew exactly whom I was and knew how my future laid before me. If only he had said more, left some sort of hint or clue! There is so much I wish I could ask him, so many questions I know he would answer if I had only asked him before!

  “ZZ, are you ok?” I felt Gavin’s hand touch my shoulder. I quickly lock up all of my thoughts and turn to face him. “It’s just been a while since I’ve been out here. It’s changed a lot.” I smile at him. “Zoe, where are we? Why have you never told me about this place? More importantly, how did you know it was here?” “My dad used to bring me here. It was our secret. I haven’t been up here since before he died. Gavin, I think he knew. I think he knew everything and he tried to tell me he knew, but I didn’t understand. He often referred to this place as our heaven. He told me in all the chaos of such a city, this was a safe place, a hidden gem.” Gavin just stares at me with a slightly surprised look. His surprise turns into understanding and then his features melt into something dark, and primal.

  Without warning his lips meet mine and he pushes me up against the window. Somewhere in his swift movements he has put the truck in park. His touch feels like fire and his urgency overrides my own control. I can hear our hearts racing and feel my body react to his. The horn honks and the windshield wipers turn on and off. Without warning he pulls me down on top of him across the seat and he holds my body to his with one hand behind my head and one on my lower back. He can tell I can’t breathe and instantly I can feel his lips along my neck and jaw. The truck lights keep flashing and the engine revs. Gavin runs his teeth over my ear lobe and I gasp. I feel his chest rumble as he tries to suppress a moan in response to my pelvis pressing against his. The engine cuts out and the only thing I hear is our labored gasps for air. I killed the engine…great that will be a pain later!
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  I manage to whisper out, “not here” and picture the small cottage in my head. Gavin gets the hint and agrees. I only know because he sits us up and takes me in his arms juggling my weight to free a hand to open the truck door. He reaches the door of the small building in seconds and all I can think is “I hope no one is here!” From the looks of the grounds people come here often enough, but it looks like they may walk in instead of maintaining the road. I’m snapped out of my thoughts as the door bangs against the wall and the stale air of the closed up building hits my nose. I wrinkle it in distaste, but I am hurried through my reaction as Gavin plants me on my feet and forcefully begins kissing me again. His hands run down my sides and in a flash he pulls my shirt over my head and then his own. As his bare skin touches mine our marks begin to illuminate. I didn’t bother with a bra this morning and the cool air makes me shiver. Fire runs through my veins and electricity hums in the air around us. Each time we touch sparks actually crackle in the air and the sky begins to darken outside. It’s still early in the day, but thunder rolls in the distance. Lightning flashes outside the window and the wind howls outside the little cabin slamming the door shut.

  As our marks graze one another everything turns hazy and my vision blurs in and out.

  I feel my pants fall to the floor and his a moment or so later. Gavin pulls me to my knees and then lies me down on the floor boards. Most of my torso is over a rug of some sort so the grainy wood doesn’t give me splinters as Gavin thrusts inside of me. I scream in surprise and pleasure all at once. Our bodies move together in rhythm as the storm rages outside. I swear I had on panties, but I’m so consumed by my need for Gavin I seem to be missing small details like Gavin ripping off my panties which I now notice a few feet away on the floor. Rain and ice pellets drum against the windows and roof. Quickly the outside noise becomes a background to the sound of his ragged breathing and my own. In all the frustration of the past days I forgot how amazing being with Gavin makes me feel. We don’t speak we just feel learning every inch of each other’s body. My vision never clears, but it never completely fades either. Gavin is sure to cover every inch of my trembling body with his lips and then leads me over to the couch a bit further into the room. His eyes flash from their brilliant blue-silver to a vibrant red. At first it’s frightening but is quickly excites me almost as much as his contact.

  I straddle his lap never losing contact with him. Gavin grins confidently as he puts me in control of our sexual escapade. As I take in his naked body I swallow hard. His skin is lightly flushed from our activity and his breathing though somewhat even is labored and his eyes are glazed with lust and longing. His arms are at his sides but I can see the tensing in his muscles, he is forcing himself not to simply have his way with me. I wouldn’t mind at this point, but I am enjoying myself just the same. I almost tremble as I lean down to his shoulder. I gently trail kisses along his shoulder and collar bone nipping on occasion and hearing him try to suppress the sounds of his own pleasure. “Gav, baby, you know you want to. Just let it out.” I whisper in his ear just before I go back to running my tongue along his jaw line. He shudders and his hands grasp my hips.

  Without my permission he pulls me down hard on top of him and my eyes roll back in my head as I cry out. I remove his hands from my hips and playfully smack his cheek. “Bad!” I tell him.

  Gavin pouts playfully and I teasingly drag my hard nipples over his chest as I slowly move up and down on top of him. I know my slow pace is torturing him. Gavin’s aura flashes erratically and his head falls back over the top of the couch. As I continue to torture him I feel my own needs bubbling up inside of me. In my distraction he slides his hands back up my thighs grasping my hips. His hands pull me down onto him forcefully and I close my own eyes as flames engulf my skin literally.

  But nothing burns nothing hurts. All I feel is erotic pleasure racing through my veins. Gavin urges me to ride faster and in my overwhelming desire I oblige him. “Please don’t stop!” He begs me. “I wasn’t planning on it.” I can feel sparks jumping between our bodies and see that the flames surrounding us don’t even singe the furniture. With my head tossed back Gavin takes the opening to run his tongue up the center of my body between my breasts.

  Where he makes sure to stop and run his tongue in circles around each nipple.

  Quickly he takes one in his mouth and flicks it repeatedly with his tongue. It burns like fire and my body tingles like I’m being electrocuted. I feel my entire body tense and I can’t help but scream. I can feel my body release and cover Gavin’s throbbing erection. Not to be left out he flips me around quickly and thrusts inside me sliding easily in and out as fast as he can. My body continues to be wracked with orgasm after orgasm as I cry out digging my nails into his back. In one final thrust his warmth fills me from the inside and he rolls me on top of him. For a now, we lay panting and exhausted. Outside all is quiet as the storm we created has dissipated with the end of our much needed sexual escapade. Soon after everything goes dark and my exhaustion takes over.

  A False Bottom

  I wake to the sun streaming through the dusty window panes each particle scattering light like a prism and Zoe’s light snoring. She is so beautiful when she is asleep. Her face looks peaceful, not plagued with worry and uncertainty. Each time we allow ourselves to simply be who we are and just enjoy each other I feel so close to her. Zoe makes me feel amazing. I mean we have always been friends and the sex is great, but being able to share everything, even my inner thoughts, it’s more than I could ever have imagined. You might think it would worry more because I would know her fears as well as everything else, but those types of things were the things I always wished I knew. I want to be there for her in every way and being able to share like this makes it possible.

  Not being able to control my own emotions is frustrating. I mean seriously, I wish my hormones and fire weren’t connected. I like Dominic, but when he looks at her, when anybody that doesn’t have someone attached to them, looks at her I get possessive. I know it’s wrong, but I don’t have any control over it. I mean I have been with her forever and yet at the same time without her. I always had to worry if she would date other guys. I guess I was lucky that most guys tended to piss her off and she was one of those girls that actually knew what she wanted. I don’t think I would have been able to stand it if she had been with someone else. I don’t even know what that would have done to us. If she had sex with a guy before me, I think our bond would have been severed and I might have ended it.

  Wow, that’s a dark thought. I am definitely glad that didn’t happen. Maybe Jaron has some tips? I should ask him.

  I gently move out from under Zoe and let her continue sleeping. I find my pants and slip them on. I step outside to grab our bags from the truck, when I notice the mass amount of damage to the surrounding trees. Damn, we sure did make a mess. I’m not even sure we can get the truck back out…guess we might have to call in some help. I shake my head and go back inside. I can’t do anything, so, I might as well wait until Zoe wakes up. Plopping down in a worn out arm chair, I pull my phone from my pocket and flip it open. I have ten texts from Natasha, and one from Dean. I start with Dean’s because I have a feeling it’s to the point. His messages usually are. *Can you two come in early? We could use some extra set up help tonight.* I stand up and head out the door again. Once outside I roam around the open area trying to find the most signal possible. Once I find a decent spot I dial Dean’s number and wait. When he picks up I begin explaining the situation. By the time I hang up he has grabbed the guys and they are heading our way.

  It took us quite a while to get here and frankly I didn’t know where we were so one of the guys hacked into the GPS on my phone and they figured out where we are. It will take them a while though, because I am sure that many of the roads we took won’t exactly be on a map. The door creaks as I enter the small cottage like cabin. Zoe stirs but doesn’t wake up. I make my way to the fireplace and start arranging the timbers for a fire. I concentrat
e on flames in my mind and a small flame appears in the palm of my hand. The timbers catch quickly as they are very dry and the smell of the cedar slowly begins to fill the small cabin. I feel the air warm and Zoe stirs again, mumbling something about hidden messages or something. She rolls over facing my direction and her eyes slowly blink open. A smile spreads across her lips as she rubs the sleep from her eyes. She sits up and the blanket lying over her body drops to her lap exposing her. Zoe gasps and gathers the blanket around her naked body. “It’s not like I haven’t seen that before.” She just glares at me and sticks her tongue out. “Don’t taunt me girl, you’ll regret it!” Zoe continues and as I stand and move towards her a grin spreads across her face and she tries to move as far from me as possible on the couch. I stand towering over her with a determined gaze. For an instant her grin fades and fear begins to spread over her features. I fall to the floor laughing and begin to roll around. “You ass, what’s wrong with you,” Zoe yells.

  I catch my breath and finish my laughing episode while she quickly puts clothes on.

  Once I get up off the floor I grab Zoe by the hand and pull her toward a small window by the door. “Look what we did.” I say pointing to the fallen trees. “Ooops,” she mumbles from under the hand covering her mouth. “I guess you were right to bring us out here ZZ,” I say with a grin. She slugs me in the shoulder and I just laugh harder.