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A Natural Aversion To Light
"Now what's it to be, Michael? What's in your future? What do you wish for? Atonement? Redemption?” He circles her, carefully, slowly. Here, in this room, they stand.
It is cold, sterile.
She is hot.
“And you wish to grant me those things.” It is not a question. A statement. “You assume power over a prisoner.”
He brushes against her body, the touch stimulating.
There is no protest as he removes her uniform. She takes off his too.
A man stands before a woman.
He kisses her. Gently, softly…slowly.
“I am neither your captain, nor your captor,” he whispers, mouth against her neck. “I am just a man. And you are just a woman. Let us be this, tonight.”
“I do not trust you.”
“Trust has nothing to do with need, Michael. And I need you.”
Mouths touch again. This time, bodies do too.
His touch is warm, her sex is hot.
It is pleasure. Relief.
Release…long overdue.
“What do you wish for?” The question again, as they lay. Reflecting. She ponders it.
“Deliverance.”
In darkness, they meet. Neither captain nor officer. Commander nor slave. Not friends, nor enemies. But lovers, still.
Both share a natural aversion to light.