Amongst The Purple Velvet

Dustin finished with work and he immediately went to her room. She was laying on a bed of richly appointed velvet, purple in color. She was radiant, her porcelain white skin and ebon hair, lips affixed just so. Makeup done as if by a master. She was gorgeous, and she beckoned to him, with her soul more than anything else.

He didn’t know much about her. He knew her name, Olivia, but he didn’t know why she was here in this place, or why she would call to him so. He wasn’t terribly lucky with women. They didn’t seem to like him much, and he’d long given up on carnal pursuits in favor of keeping his head down and living his life, the little of it he had.

But she called out to him from the moment he laid eyes on her. He was transfixed by her, and she him. At first he doubted her interest in him, but the more time he spent with her the more he knew she cared for him, just as much as he did for her. Her care was more in a figurative sense than a literal one as his was, but it was there nonetheless.

And this was the night when they would consummate their love.

He went to her now in her room, low lights and an almost somber tone making his profession to her, speaking what was unspoken between them, all that much easier. And profess he did. He told her everything he felt for her, his admiration of her beauty, his wanting to know her inside and out, her entire story. Become a part of her, and her him.

She did not respond. However this was not out of her character. She was very quiet and Dustin frequently did most, if not all, of the talking when they were together. But he could pick up on her nonverbal cues and he knew she wanted him.

He walked across the room to her and kissed her slowly at first, then passionately. He started to disrobe, then he disrobed her. He took off the blue dress she was wearing, her favorite, as he knew from speaking with her mother, folded it and put it on the table next to her, knocking over a framed photo in the process. It fell to the ground and he paused, but the clatter didn’t seem to disturb her so he continued.

Dustin made heartfelt love to Olivia. All his feelings, all his emotions, hopes and dreams, his very being feeling as though they left his body at the very moment his seed did. It was a transformative, almost religious experience. He’d felt nothing like it before and knew then that he’d never feel anything like it again if Olivia wasn’t in his life.

He needed to ensure that she was.

     

Dustin wanted more than anything to lay next to her for awhile, to cuddle with her, run his fingers through her raven hair, whisper sweet nothings in her ear. But he knew that if he didn’t get her out of this room, out of this building, soon that he’d never see her again. She’d be carted off like all the others who’d come into his life only to leave after he got attached.

He lifted her nude form out of the coffin, the purple velvet padding springing back to its original form after her weight was lifted from it. He left the room, stopping at the door to look both ways down the hallway, and then made a mad dash across it out the front door and to his car, laying her gingerly in his backseat and taking off. 

Their love would be eternal. He would see to it.