Soul World

Mine to shelter

Matt

It’s a new experience for me, trying to comfort a sobbing woman. So I do the only thing I can think of, holding her cradled between my legs with her head tucked under my chin, gently running my hand through her hair while I ponder what I have learned.

I can’t imagine what it must have been like to grow up ostracised, hiding who you really are. I was lucky even though I was an only child, I was popular at school, and when I joined the defence force, I was surrounded by my unit.

When the storm of emotion slows, I raise her chin so I can look into her eyes. I need to help her see that it wasn’t her fault. I forgot what I was going to say, getting lost in her eyes.   Deep navy pools of sadness seem to hold all the mysteries of the universe. Like a lodestone, my lips are drawn to hers. My kiss is gentle, seeking, and I give thanks to all the powers that be that I find welcome. Totally unprepared for the hunger that grips me when she threads her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, kissing me back. Running my hands up and down her sides, I can feel the gentle swell of her breasts.

Oh god, I have to stop. I know this isn’t the time. What Meghan needs from me now isn’t my lust but my understanding. But damn, she is tempting, and it takes everything in me to pull back.  I tell her to stop to wait, and she starts to apologise.

“Meghan, don’t be sorry, I’m not, and I have every intention of kissing again if you let me. But first, we need to talk.”

She is so cute when she blushes and looks away, embarrassed by my declaration of intent. Even the tips of her ears flush pink. I don’t understand. I have only known her for a few hours, even if they were a very intense few hours. I don’t know how I know, or why but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt Meghan is mine. Mine to shelter, mine to protect. She just doesn’t know it yet.  

“Meghan, you have to know it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know what was going to happen. You were tricked. There is nothing wrong with wanting to connect with others.”

Meghan interrupts, arguing the point.

“But they needed my blood, and if I had just continued to keep my mouth shut, if I hadn’t trusted so blindly, then….”

“They did this, Meghan, against your will without your permission. So you’re not guilty of anything, and you’re not alone anymore. You have me and my mates, Ben and Arthur.  But just remember it’s me you will be saving your kisses for.”

I can’t help but smile as she finally looks me in the eye with a watery grin.

“We need to rest before we make our way back to the room at the hotel that my mates are hiding out in. So come on, let’s get out of this crappy bathroom and find somewhere more comfortable to rest up. Let’s see what the lounge is like.”

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Meghan

Matt helps me to my feet and leads me through the house. We find the living room with an oversized dusty leather couch just off the kitchen. I don’t think anyone has been here for a while. The whole house has a dusty, empty feeling to it.

Matt draws me down beside him and kisses me. His hands are in my hair, holding my head while he plunders my mouth. Coaxing my tongue out to play. With one hand in his hair and the other under his tshirt, I stroke his chest, needing to get closer.   I’ve kissed guys before, but it has never felt like this. I rub against his hard chest to ease the ache in my n*****s. He pulls away and groans into my mouth as I try to drag him back to my hungry mouth.

“Baby girl, you are killing me. I need you, but it’s not safe. I’ve got a feeling I will get so lost in you that a horde of hunters could sneak up on us, and I wouldn’t notice. So we have to wait; I won’t put you at risk.”

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Matt and I just met. I have never been that girl. Maybe it is because he knows I am nutty than a crunchy peanut butter sandwich and still wants me. I don’t understand it, but I feel connected to Matt like we are meant to be.  Maybe I really am crazy.

“Meghan put your feet up, and you can use my lap as a pillow. Get some rest. We will head out at first light.”

The butterflies are in an uproar in my stomach, and I’m so aware of Matt I’m sure I will never be able to sleep. But I’ve been afraid so long, and I’m so physically and emotionally exhausted I start to drift off. Then, just as I am about to fall into sleep, I feel him gently kiss my forehead and whisper.

“Your mine, baby girl. You aren’t alone anymore. I got you.”