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Remembrance

18: Impurity


Posted: 07.19.2001
Date: Unknown
Time: Unknown 

Impurity

He fought off a shiver, but it was not from the rain.  Even though it stung, the rain seemed to heighten his senses. 

"Are you cold...or just scared?" she asked flirtingly. 

"I'm scared of the cold," he retorted. 

She smirked and then looked up the alley for a moment, but kept her back to the wall. 

His gaze shifted from her bright blue eyes to her shiny blonde hair which was tied tightly back.  The water had already saturated her hair. 

He watched, mesmerized, as several droplets trickled down her smooth face.  They took a brief detour under her chin before continuing down her neck.  He continued to monitor their progress as they flowed down her collarbone--ultimately to meet up with her low-cut skin-tight tanktop. 

"What are you staring at?" she demanded. 

"Um...your droplets." 

"Oh.  So is that what they're calling them these days?" 

"Sure." 

"Ugh!  Men!  You just want me for my body, don't you?" she asked playfully. 

"Exactly--the main reason being that your brain is part of it, and your brain houses your mind, personality, emotions, etcetera, and that is what I'm really interested in.  The rest of your body...well, it's just a vehicle for all that stuff...that's all." 

She stared at him incredulously, for a few seconds before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter. 

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" 

"Well, ask a stupid question..." 

She thought about it for a moment, and then, out of nowhere, grabbed his overcoat and pulled his body up against hers.  Their faces were only inches apart. 

"We talk too much," she stated. 

"Yes, I--" 

Her lips stopped his.  The rest of the sentence was lost.  Neither one cared. 

He closed his eyes and took the experience in.  He could feel her warmth, even through their damp clothing.  He could feel the soft curves of her body pressing into his chest.  He could feel her breathing.

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