Caught

Robin Sena was the Eve of witches. Her blood held the missing key, the thing that divided witches from men, the capacity for empathy, and her children would carry that trait so that witches would finally eclipse men. The truth of that filled her body and soul. She could not dream beyond it, could not think beyond that fact, that truth. The question was not if she deserved to live, but did her race deserve it? Four hundred years of memories said yes, her body said yes, only the nagging pressure of her conscious held her back. It had grown since the destruction of the Factory, even with the memory of the abominations that filled it, and so, she could not sleep.

Rolling over beneath the silk sheets she grabbed Amon\'s shoulder and pressed herself tight against him absorbing his body heat. She could smell his warm fresh sweat, just cool in the night air. Laying back beside him, she could hear him breathing and the faint pulsing of his heart. It was all she could do not to kiss him then touch his chest, his stomach, down and down until he stirred in her hands, but she couldn\'t bear that now.

Eve of Witches. Then who was Adam, could it be Amon, and if it wasn\'t could she love that man as much as the one beside her. For minutes she stared at the stripes of moonlight that zigzagged across the bed, not thinking, just being their, silently praying for some goddess\' intervention, and knowing her existence alone had asked to much.

In his sleep Amon murmured her name. She could not resist anymore, and leaned over, gently kissing her lovers lips.



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Just something that came to me. I have nothing more to write for this, or, at least, nothing beautiful. If any of these blatherings could be described like that.