Entity

by Meg Smitherman

Then he leans forward, thumb still on my chin, and kisses me. It’s wildly unprofessional. It’s hot as fuck.

I should stop this, as he hooks an ankle around my stool and pulls me even closer.

🫠

You have heard my voice, filtered through the sunlight of your dreams. You have seen my face, hidden in the shadows of your nightmares. And I have watched you for a long time. You are rare. You are perfect.”

“Show me. Do whatever you want with me.” He smiles, a slow, almost melancholic curve of the mouth. “With you, what I want is simple. I want to give you everything.”

*Overhead speaker crackles* we’re gonna need clean-up, we got a spill on aisle four.

And with one curve of his fingers, he’s inside me, and I’m nearly undone. His breath tickles my ear. “Say my name.” “Orpheus,” I gasp, arching under him. “Again.” “Orpheus.”

smash

He is the embodiment of yearning, my daydreams given form.

I allow him to consume me like a black hole, atom by atom, my matter falling apart and reforming even as he undoes me.

“I’ve been waiting so long to meet you,” he says. “I missed you. I’d never met you, but I missed you.”

“Because you have ruined me,” Orpheus says. “I’m broken beyond repair. In this infinite span of worlds, all I see is you. This body, this soul, all belong to you. If you asked me to, I’d die for you.”

He kisses me, slow and sweet, holding me close like I’m the most precious thing in the world. He whispers my name into my neck over and over. Like he can’t believe what I’m asking. Like he can’t believe that I’m real.