WEP: Passionate Nights

After three years, six months and fifteen days my fingers lingered over her beating heart. Her shallow breathing called me further as she slept peacefully. The smile on her face told me she had to be dreaming of me. Our last moment was one she’d never forget and I longed to make this one as memorable.
The breeze from the open window left goosebumps upon her arms. My want to wake her was trumped by the want to let her peaceful dreams of me last a while longer. The way she shivered in her sleep strengthened my resolve. She had to be at that moment where our spirits had climaxed.
The gurgling from the bathroom interrupted my thoughts of her. It would have to be dealt with later, but for now shutting the door quieted it. Now the only sounds were of the night and they strummed a welcoming tune. The world wanted us to reunite and my devotion to her obliged.
I twirled the sheets from her delicate body to the head of the bed. The drool on my lip hidden by the darkness of night. She was a work of art before me. That dark brown hair circling her head like a halo. After a tiny whimper, I knew my time had come.
I crawled on the bed and slowly slid myself across it toward her. As I hung over her, our breaths mating, I reached my fingers out for hers and clasped them within. The simplicity of my touch woke her from her dream of us and her eyes sparkled as she gazed upon me.
She went to speak when I shushed her and ran my nose upon her cheek. Her squirming told me she wanted more right then and there, but I had waited too long to let this moment pass so quickly. I had to savor every thought, every breath and every twitch of her nervousness.
She was too wild for me to tame back then but I had a lot of time to think. I realized she had found the right way to live life. I should never tame my desires. She had to be tamed though for mine to be fruitful. The sheets I had wrapped around the bed posts and now her wrists allowed for that.
Her tears of joy flowed with the tightening of the sheets and her legs stretched for me to enter. Her lips had puckered so wide that she could have sucked in my entire face. I had no want to make her work so hard though, so I used a nearby shirt to let her mouth rest. She eyed the red upon it, letting me know that she waited for her bull to charge.
The feeling was intoxicating as I sat upon her. She had been right all of those years ago. We should never tame our wildness. Now I truly knew how she felt during our last night together.
Her green eyes pierced the night as she took in my stature after the removal of my shirt. The memento she had given me still lingered below my neck and she couldn’t help but stare at it. That love in her eyes propelled me forward while the wolves howled outside the window. Nature cheered us on and I couldn’t deny my nature any longer.
My nails dug into her dazzling body and she whimpered as I penetrated her further. Those tears and those whimpers were the best I have ever had and I know she felt the same way. That final loving scream she wailed out through her gag only confirmed it for me. It was like a symphony had gone off and the world around me came to a stand still. I will never forget that moment.
I undid her binds and ran my hand through her drenched body. I lingered over her a while longer, our breathes no longer in sync from my hard work. Her fading heart beat finally rested where it belonged and I slipped from her sight while she went peacefully back to sleep.
I was in need of a quick shower after our reunion and, thankfully, it hadn’t been off long so the warm water quickly returned. The only obstacle was her former lover still gurgling up his life on the floor by the tub. He didn’t matter though because he was only there to satisfy her until I made my escape and sought her out.
I cleaned my chest and ran my finger over my scar. It was a reminder of our bond and I’d cherish it as I would her final scream. My tool needed a good washing too before it nailed my next love into a peaceful slumber, so I attended to that in the shower.
I stepped from her tiny cabin in the woods a free man. She had left me reborn and I had thanked her for it. The calls of nature applauded my efforts and I knew she had hidden here so she could peacefully count the days until I found her.
Three years, six months and fifteen days had passed since she became the sole focus of my being. I whispered our final goodbye as I closed the door. Now it was time for me and my tool to awaken the world to the wildness they have denied for so long.
Word Count: 899
There we go. Much different from the cat’s flow. Another different take at my sea as I stretch my skill. Any thoughts from thee? Feel free to let them flow. If you can get over the creepy.
Enjoy life, forget the strife.

Denise Covey
2017-08-14 04:15:10 - Edit - Reply
OMG, Patrick Hatt! Haven’t you darkened up? Right from the get go, you had me creeped out. Nearly good enough for a Halloween tale. Can’t wait to see what’s going to flow from your pen in October?!? I found some of your language deliciously poetic. “The way she shivered in her sleep strengthened my resolve.” Alliteration whispering in my head. Well done, you.
Awesome that the WEP inspired you to take a story further. That happens to me all the time. Now i have such an arsenal of flashes I’m going to publish them by country.
As always, Pat, thanks for writing for us! I’m sure you’re going to get some inspiring comments and this may well turn into a publishable tale. Why not?
Pat Hatt
2017-08-14 10:23:58 - Edit - Reply
haha to the dark side I go. Creeped out for the win. So many stories sure do seem to wait to be told more. This one could be too I suppose. We’ll see what Halloween brings. Glad it was enjoyed, in a creepy kinda way.

Elephants Child
2017-08-14 05:18:49 - Edit - Reply
I am so glad it is a bright and sunny day. Denise is right, you have lurched firmly to the dark side of the tracks. And claimed them.
And your skilled and nasty tale accords with the way I feel about rather a lot of reunions, as very one-sided pleasure.
Congratulations on your latest book too.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-14 10:24:58 - Edit - Reply
Those tracks just wanted to come to be, so the dark side we did go haha yeah, very true, a lot of reunions are one sided indeed.

Hilary Melton-Butcher
2017-08-14 07:34:18 - Edit - Reply
Hi Pat – gosh a desperate tale – I’m left wondering what does go on in life – having just read Yolanda’s story … this too brings forth terror. Three years of working up to this crescendo … and now he’s free after taming her wildness. Wonderful writing – congratulations – cheers Hilary
Pat Hatt
2017-08-14 10:26:12 - Edit - Reply
Sure was willing to wait to get his reunion. Who knows what goes on in life, we’re probably better off not knowing haha

2017-08-14 13:41:40 - Edit - Reply
Remind me to take a break for the ‘net next time you wax passionately dark!  But I do plan to read your new book. Congrats on 117! (Did I get that right?)
Pat Hatt
2017-08-14 14:32:42 - Edit - Reply
haha I’ll put a warning up just for you. Yep, number 117 it is at our zoo.
Yolanda Renee
2017-08-14 17:34:28 - Edit - Reply
AMAZING! Well, maybe not for the word master! 
This is one dark tale! LOL
Beautifully done! You stepped into the evil mindset pretty well yourself! Expertly, I’d say! Well done!
Pat Hatt
2017-08-14 18:40:21 - Edit - Reply
Thanks indeed.
Can go down the evil rabbit hole at our sea. Hmm what does that say about me? Probably don’t want to know lol
Louise Barbour (Fundy Blue)
2017-08-15 02:02:20 - Edit - Reply
Well, you are certainly fearless, Pat! Reunion was creepily awesome! Well done, my friend!
Pat Hatt
2017-08-15 10:21:13 - Edit - Reply
Will go anywhere at one of our lairs haha
Laura Clipson
2017-08-16 10:27:31 - Edit - Reply
Absolutely brilliant, I loved that you delved deep into his mind, and showed his (really skewed) thought process! Very believable. Thanks for sharing (or should I say scaring?)
Pat Hatt
2017-08-16 11:35:10 - Edit - Reply
Sharing and scaring, a two for one.

Julie Flanders
2017-08-16 11:06:38 - Edit - Reply
Geez this totally creeped me out!! I’m glad it’s morning when I’m here reading it. LOL if I read it at night I’d never sleep. 
Congratulations on your novel coming from the last WEP – that’s awesome and inspiring too!
Pat Hatt
2017-08-16 11:35:49 - Edit - Reply
WEP can spur on much.
haha wouldn’t want to be the cause of insomnia

Nilanjana Bose
2017-08-16 12:31:40 - Edit - Reply
That was creepy and awesome done to a turn. ‘the only sounds were of the night and they strummed a welcoming tune’ – liked the descriptions, the slow build up, and the end looping back to the start. Thoroughly enjoyed it, thank you.
And congratulations on Delivered, 117 wow! WEP does seed great things, doesn’t it? 
Pat Hatt
2017-08-16 14:27:23 - Edit - Reply
Glad it was enjoyed, I liked looping it back around. Yep, WEP can sure bring about much.

Pat Garcia
2017-08-16 13:11:59 - Edit - Reply
I have to admit your opening caught me up at the beginning, but i was expecting a totally different progressive movement within the story. It is engaging. It is extremely dark and filled with horror at the end.
Shalom aleichem,
Pat Hatt
2017-08-16 14:28:22 - Edit - Reply
Yeah, went a whole different way. Horror just wanted to come out and play. Glad it was enjoyed.

C. Lee McKenzie
2017-08-16 15:43:25 - Edit - Reply
At first, I wasn’t sure I’d clicked on the right link. Surely this isn’t the cat man Hatt! But it was. And I read the piece with delight and excitement. A lovely surprise.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-16 17:21:44 - Edit - Reply
haha we have range and can shift from rhyme with ease. Glad it was a delight to read.
2017-08-17 08:06:13 - Edit - Reply
Wow. So not you Pat. Or, not the Cat. Seriously awesome.
I’m also tempted to purchase Delivered now.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-17 10:32:49 - Edit - Reply
haha surely not the cat. But Pat has some other range. Glad it was enjoyed and temptation is there.

Donna B. McNicol
2017-08-17 14:50:39 - Edit - Reply
I am sitting here, chilled to the bone when it’s actually in the 80’s. WOW! What a telling….hated it and loved it. 
Pat Hatt
2017-08-17 15:16:25 - Edit - Reply
Good I could cool you down haha hate and love, a win win. thanks!

Toi Thomas
2017-08-17 15:22:57 - Edit - Reply
What a creepy story. Sick and twisted in the best way. Good thing I read it in the middle of the day. Great piece.
Congratulations on your new book.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-17 15:32:18 - Edit - Reply
And it made you rhyme too, look at you!

Deborah Drucker
2017-08-17 17:02:59 - Edit - Reply
Congratulations on your book. At first I thought this reunion story was about passion and it was in a way. Are both the man and woman vampires? You talk about her boyfriend in the bathtub being left for her to finish off. An interesting take on reunion.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-17 18:23:42 - Edit - Reply
Interesting take away indeed. But are you even sure he was a he? No vampires though came to be lol

Olga Godim
2017-08-17 23:37:19 - Edit - Reply
What a disturbing tale. Good thing it is sunlight outside.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-18 10:17:46 - Edit - Reply
Sunlight keeps the bad dreams away haha
DG Hudson
2017-08-18 01:03:00 - Edit - Reply
Creepy yes, but did I keep reading? Yes. . .I wasn’t sure of his mental stability and he sounds like a psychopath. There is always room for a few dark tales – but I wouldn’t want to be his ‘victim/lover’. . .who knows what evil lurks in the mind of man (or woman)?
Congrats on the book!
Pat Hatt
2017-08-18 10:18:34 - Edit - Reply
Yeah, wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him. Who knows what goes on up in the mind of some.

Lisa Wilton
2017-08-18 12:47:59 - Edit - Reply
This is my first read of your work (my first WEP challenge) and I am glad to see a few macabre stories in the list.  I do like a bit of dark and have a tendency to read and write horror tales.
I liked the subtleties of this story and I am left wondering exactly what it was that she had been right about when they were together. Nice job. 
Pat Hatt
2017-08-18 15:37:25 - Edit - Reply
All kinds of little things it could be. Were they ever together though? Could be a stalker show haha
N. R. Williams
2017-08-19 07:31:46 - Edit - Reply
Such a poetic serial killer. I hope to never meet him. Well written and for sure another book idea.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-19 10:43:35 - Edit - Reply
So many book ideas popping in and so little time haha
J Lenni Dorner
2017-08-20 01:51:57 - Edit - Reply
I’m guessing shifters (werewolves, perhaps). It’s the “nails” that make me think nonhuman, and I’m guessing the scar was the inflection point. Or perhaps, like in Warm Bodies, it’s an intelligent zombie. The nature references make me think shifter though. Something for Sam and Dean to hunt.   
At any rate, that’s excellent work!
Pat Hatt
2017-08-20 10:43:01 - Edit - Reply
haha Sam and Dean may have to be on the case, but they may find out all is not what it seems.
J Lenni Dorner
2017-08-24 01:51:39 - Edit - Reply
Congratulations on the win!
Pat Hatt
2017-08-24 09:45:04 - Edit - Reply

Elephants Child
2017-08-22 22:45:10 - Edit - Reply
HUGE and deserved congratulations on your win. I am still grateful to have read this piece in daylight.
Pat Hatt
2017-08-22 22:55:05 - Edit - Reply
Thanks a lot. Now you’ll remember to always come here in the daylight lol

Hilary Melton-Butcher
2017-08-23 07:29:01 - Edit - Reply
Congratulations on your Write Edit Publish win … it is inspired writing and I’m sure there’s a story or two in here for another book … cheers Hilary
Pat Hatt
2017-08-23 10:34:12 - Edit - Reply
I could make another one, ideas are already spinning.

da tabbies o trout towne
2017-08-23 19:44:49 - Edit - Reply
totally awesome Pat; vampire, or sigh co  as the tabbies would say
will we ever know ~~~~ this would make for a great thriller…..conga rats on your win ! 
Pat Hatt
2017-08-23 21:21:53 - Edit - Reply
Sigh co probably is the way. We may know, as I contemplate where to take it at our bay.
The Blue Grumpster
2017-08-25 17:29:30 - Edit - Reply
“The only obstacle was her former lover still gurgling up his life on the floor by the tub.” Holy crap! Did you turn to the Dark Side after all?
Join the club. I love it. (the story, not the club, well, maybe the club too)
Pat Hatt
2017-08-25 19:17:46 - Edit - Reply
Blue is over here with a peer. What will the cat think? We may slip into the Dark Side every once in a while.