Beauty

anemone by slenderbodies plays.

(Adult content below)

Everyone has gone to sleep.

Lacey sits on a beige sofa. Awkward.

“So! Let’s…make-out.” says a teenager she’s dating. He’s tall. Dark? Glasses. Dark hair? Light hair? Blue eyes? Well…just imagine a combination of Skippy Handelman from Family Ties and Kirk LeMoyne Billings. Which one is it?

Lacey looks at the turned-off television screen in front of them. She looks at the carpet. They’re sitting in a suburban basement. Facing each other.

Lacey looks up at him. Their eyes meet. Their breathing quickens.

anemone by slenderbodies plays.

Lacey smiles. Looks down in thought.

He glares at her. Longingly.

She looks down again.

“So what’s your favorite part…of…making-out?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I don’t…make-out.” says Lacey, sweetly.

“Hey! That’s okay.” he says.

She looks at him.

“Let’s just go to bed.” he says.

“And do what?” says Lacey.

He thinks. He laughs.

“I like when people move in closer to each other.” he says.

Lacey smiles and nods like she’s intrigued.

“Let’s do that.” he says.

“Alright.” says Lacey.

He smiles and nods like they should do that.

“Alright. So I’m doing that?” says Lacey.

“Yeah. On the count of three.” he says.

He counts to three.

The chorus plays.

And once their lips are close…they moved in unison…until their lips touched and they moved their lips in tandem. Open and shut. Open and shut. And then he reached in with his tongue and pulled her back and she turned into his. And so he smiled, pushed her back and said, “We’re so hot we’re going to have sex.”

“Mmm. We can’t get pregnant.” says Lacey.

He laughs.

And then begins to rock her under him.

“We’ll get pregnant.” says Lacey.

“So…what!?!?” he says.

“I’m only 18.” says Lacey.

“I’m 21.” he says. “We’ll be fine.” he says into her ear.

“Oh…take me.” she says, giving in.

“Do you mean that?” he asks.

“Do you want to?” she says.

He moans in desire and then let’s go. And then says, “We’re going to lose ourselves. They’ll hear us.”

Lacey opens her mouth in shock.

“I can’t stand it anymore. I’m going to go shut the door.” he shuts the door.

They stare at each other.

“I have condoms.” he admits.

“Do you have lots of sex?” asks Lacey.

He smirks and shakes his head no.

She thinks.

“Let’s get naked!” he says.

She undresses. So does he.

He stares at the sofa in shock.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“You’re hot!” he says.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“You’ll never be with another man again.” he says. And then he climbs on top of her and puts himself inside of her. And then begins fucking her.

“You’re mine.” he says.

Their lips touch again.

They lose themselves in intertwining pleasure.

And as they build into his soul in the ecstasy of love…he says, “I love you. Do you love me?”

“Why? Because we’re making love?” says Lacey.

“Yeah.” he says.

“I’ve loved you since the first second I saw you.” she says.

And at that he fucks her harder.

“Why didn’t you make love to me sooner?” she says.

And at that he laughs in shock. And fully loses himself.

And she does things with her body and makes noises only meant for him to hear. You don’t need to know everything.

Within five minutes they orgasm together. And in that orgasm he pulls her soul into his body. And she loses herself in supernatural…eternal…meaning. It’s GLORIOUS.

And in the beautiful but sad minutes afterwards they part their one body and live in the fallen world. Sadder to be apart. But wiser from finding each other.

“Let’s get married and have babies.” he says, suggestively.

“I’d be pregnant now if we didn’t use a contraceptive.” says Lacey.

“That’s genius.” he says.

“Take me.” she says.

“Hey. Let’s go to bed.” he says.

“How did you know I’d-“ says Lacey.

“I know…you…” he says languidly.

“Good!” she says burying herself in him.

He smiles.

“Let’s be normal.” he says. “Do you love me?”

“That is us.” says Lacey.

And so he makes love to her again.

“Of course I love you!” says Lacey.

She thinks.

“Do you love me?” she asks.

“Yeah.” he says smiling. “You’re mine.” And so they kiss.

And then they go to bed.

The next morning it’s the same.

The song is repeated.

Their love doesn’t end.

Some things NEVER END.

Some…things…only have a beginning.

Some things…just start.

No. It’s not ending.

No. …There…isn’t…necessarily an end. So…pay attention. You don’t want to get lost.