The sculptor; part 20

I inhale deeply. With a shiver I breathe out and open my eyes.

He still sits in front of me, this magnificent ethereal male elf, staring at me with watery eyes.

I feel surprised, surprised and a need to...to live inside of him somehow. Knock him down and devour him.

Instead I hiccup.

And then I start giggling.

Laughing.

A gushing of laughter.

He frowns, with an uncertain smile.

Gets up and looks down at me.

"Come." He says and gives me his hand.

I follow him. Into the shed, through an attached doorway into the little farmhouse.

Up a stairs.
Still giggling, another hiccup leaves me.

We enter a bedroom with a large luxurious looking bed.

"Won't Joshua mind?" I ask. I feel so exited.

"No."

Eddie pulls me to him. His hand in the nape of my neck.

When our bodies touch he sighs.

"Do you want me?" Eddie asks.

I slip my hand under his t-shirt. His skin is warm and soft.

"Yes, Eddie, I want you." I whisper with my mouth against the thin fabric of his short sleeve. With my teeth I pull it up a bit, so my lips can touch the skin of his bicep. I close my eyes and breathe in his scent. Strong, intoxicating.

"Do you love me?" He asks

I nod and murmur a yes.

He inhales with a shiver.

"Can you learn me how to love?"

"I don't know if I can. I never loved anyone before....not like this." I say.

"Do you love Rave?"
I take a few steps back, away from him.

"He's just a friend."

"A fuck friend." He snarls.

I stay silent.

"Do you trust me?" He continues.

I raise my shoulders, shake my head.

"I'm not sure." I answer.

"I won't hurt you."

I scorn; "From the moment we met you've hurt me."

He smiles.

"Hálwen, come here."

My heart beats in my throat when I see the look on his face. Somehow the atmosphere between us seem to have changed.
Almost sacred.

"Will you take your clothes off...for me."

While I stare into his ocean deep eyes, I do as he asks.

His hands follow my movements like he's blind and wants to learn what I'm doing.

I unbutton my blouse, his fingers touch the skin exposed - I pull the garment from my shoulders, his warm rough palms stroke me. So tender. So enthralling.

His eyes, half closed, appraise me now I'm standing in front of him, naked.

Insecure, I want to cover myself.

"Don't." He warns.

"Will you undress me now, Hálwen."

He strokes the visible bulge in his pants.

"I want you. But slow." He almost whispers inaudibly with that deep velvet voice.

I undress and listen to his uneven breathing. Sometimes he softly moans when breathing out. I touch his nakedness, almost shocked when I feel how hard he is.

His balls are tight, moulded at the base of his shaft.
A primal lust waves over me.

I want to grab him.

Fuck his wits out.

Climb into him. God. He is so beautiful. Sin. He is sin.

The effigy of sin.

It must be visible on my face for he smiles and says:

"Slow. Slow, my love."

Next his mouth covers mine and his hand strokes my belly, lower, between my legs.

Where I burn.

"I want..." He groans when he feels how lubricous he makes me. "Ah...ffff..., you're so lovely."

"I want to do...something...."

Velvety whispers.

"...But you have to trust me, Hálwen."

Against better judgement I nod. Because I do. I do trust him.

Is it love? Or is it lust, which makes me do so.

He asks me to climb on the bed. Sit on my knees. Legs slightly apart.

I feel sexy. And impatient.

He gets on the bed behind me and like a magician he conjures a silk scarf, caresses me with the soft fabric and then blindfolds me while I lean back against his warm hard body.

"I love you." He breathes in my ear, his lips linger in my neck. "I adore you."

When I reach behind me he withdraws and gets of the bed.

For a while it is silent.

"Eddie?"

"Shhhhh."

He gets back on the bed again.

His hands follow the contours of my body. He takes my left hand, kisses the palm, whispers something inaudible and then he takes the right hand, strokes the veins under the delicate skin of my wrist with his tongue, his warm lips.

And then he binds them together, with a soft rope, on my back.

I gasp.

But I let him.

"Good girl." He says.

His mouth on my throat, fingers tangled in my hair.

His breathing is laboured while he continues to bind me with the rope.

Around my waist, my chest, my feet, my thighs. And as he does he strokes my flesh, kisses me, tenderly bites me, fingers me.

Shock waves go through my body when his mouth is on my nipple, his warm tongue swirling around it, his hand working my centre; my moist longing centre.

And then he takes away the blindfold, so I can see him.

He's Eddie.

The beautiful lean bodied Eddie.

Eddie the faun.

With his long wavy hair, strands hanging partly in his face. His eyes; feverish.

But he gets off the bed again!

And from a canvas bag he takes out a camera, a sketchbook, and a crayon. And he starts drawing me.

Drawing me, and taking photos.

This gorgeous young Priapus, with his erect penis, is drawing me!

I can hardly breath with these overwhelming feelings of lust for him.

At this moment I know I could die for him. And that idea totally freaks me out.

"Fuck this, Eddie, please! Don't do this to me!" I beg, I wail.

"You don't know how beautiful you are, Hálwen. You just don't know." He cries.

"I want you so much, Eddie, come back." I moan.

"I need to draw you....I need to....I need to remember this!"

I shake my head violently.

Try to stretch my body. Move my hips to try to find some kind of release.

"Oh my god..." Eddie mouths as he sees what I'm doing.

He almost swirls away the sketchbook and takes me in his arms. His hand finds my centre, my breasts - accentuated by the taut rope -  and with agile fingers he almost lets me cum.

Almost.

He unties the rope that is fastened around my legs. Massages the bloodstream back into them. Bends over me and kisses my warm, slippery cunt. Which makes me explode. Immediately.

And when I do he pulls my legs over his and leads his hard dick into me. Panting almost as loud as I do.

He thrusts deep inside of me and when he feels I'm contracting again he withdraws.

"Fucking no! Damn you!" I cry out frustrated.

"No, please! You're driving me insane!"

I want to grab him but my arms are still tied on my back. So I try to kick him.

"Untie me!" I yell angry.

And he does.

Triggered like a ravenous wild cat I push him on his back and dive into him, his warmth, his smooth skin. I kiss hiss balls, his stomach, his shaft.

And almost swallow him whole.

I suck him so hard he cries out.

He reaches for my face, with shaking fingertips caressing my cheeks.

"No." I slap away his hands.

"No. Now it's my turn."

The rope is well made. Strong, but soft. A beautiful rope. I admire it.

Then I look at him. Lying on his back. His eyes on me. His face. Serious.

Wanting.

"Put your hands above your head." I don't recognize my own voice.

And with the rope I bind his hands to the bed post.

And like he did; I get off the bed.

I stare at him.

My catch.

I smile.

He smiles back. A dimple.

"I love you." I say to him.

The sculptor; part 19

The doorbell rings a second time. Insistent.

I look out of the window to see who it might be. I see an army jacket and a cap - a silhouette with hands in his pockets - nothing more, yet my heart skips a beat.

I open my window, lean out.

"Yes?"

The person takes a step back, looks up.

Disappointment descends from my thorax to my knees, making them weak.

It's not him.

The guy takes off his cap, shakes his dark curly hair.

"Hi...uh you're Hálwen, right?

"Yes."

"I'm Dave, I'm the..."

"I know who you are." I say.

"Can I come up?"

"Alright."

I walk to the intercom and buzz open the front door.

The bass player of Eddie's band walks up the stairs looking at me, and to a space behind me.

"Is he with you?" He asks.

"Who?"

"Eddie, is he with you?"

I now see he has an anxious, agitated look on his face.

"Damn." he swears.

When Dave enters my apartment he immediately walks up to the painting I'm making.

"Whoa." He says. "That is really amazing. When did he leave?"

"How do you mean 'when did he leave'? He was never here."

"But..." He looks back at the painting. Then at me. "You painted this by heart?"

I stare at my nails. Nervously.

"Yes, I've got a fairly good visual memory."

"You might say that...it is Eddie. There's no doubt. More. It is he. I mean, how he is! Inside! How did you do that..."

Do you love him?" He frowns at me.

"I...jeeesus, what is this? Why are you here? Uhm....do you want tea?"

Dave, the bass player, and I are drinking tea. He explains why he is here.

Eddie is missing. They have a couple of gigs and he hasn't shown up. He's an asshole and all, Dave says, but he's worried also - because Ed's his best friend.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"A couple of nights ago. We had this gig and it was great and then some incident happened and then we had a short break and then half way through the next song Eddie just said he couldn't handle this shit anymore and he excused himself and just walked away.  Haven't seen him since."

Dave must see I'm about to collapse.

He sits himself next to me and puts his arm around me.

"Hey...can I get you something. You're white as a sheet." Hugs me. "Don't worry. We'll find him. He's not the type to step out of it. We've been through a lot together. He's just a fucking weirdo."

"Dave....what happened to make him walk away?"

"I'm not sure. But there was this girl in the audience....she climbed the stage...Eddie was singing...really intense....the way he does....and she....well; I guess she came on too strong. Usually no problem to him...but lately..." He looks deep into my eyes.

Then pats my knee and walks up to the painting again.

I insist on trying to find Eddie myself, so Dave agrees to take me back to our city.

He lets me sleep at his place, because he is going to stay at his girlfriend’s house anyway.

During the night I have a brain wave.

Eddie is a sculptor. My guess is he needs to create. And he isn't at his place. Not at the academy. So where is he?

The next day I borrow Dave's bike after making a phone call to Joshua, our professor and mutual mentor.

"Hálwen, dear child." He had said. "Of course, Eddie often uses my work place. He knows he can come as he pleases. ....no....I'm abroad....haven't heard from him....yes...yes...take a look. You are always welcome to use the place as well."

It's a lovely day and the birds sing in the meadows while I cycle into the countryside. Joshua's atelier is 15 minutes away from the city. I can see the little cottage hidden behind some poplar trees. The wind makes the leaves rattle, but otherwise it is quiet...awfully quiet.   But for some clanging sound.

I lean the bike against one of the trees and decend towards the little house and the large shed behind it.

As I approach the clanging gets louder.

I peak through one of the windows of the shed. Joshua's work place.

There is a light burning, a bright fluorescent lamp, but there is nobody around. I see workbenches, all kinds of materials, dust....and the doors of the shed wide open.

Quietly I stealth around the shed. If he's there I don't want him to know I’m looking for him.

There is an over grown patio.

In the middle a work bench with a large piece of metal.

The clanging is a hammer against the metal. Violent, purposeful.

Naked torso, coverall stripped down to the waist. Sweat between the shoulder blades, hair tucked away under a backward cap.

Eddie.

Oh god. The tackiness of it all - how his muscles work under his smooth skin, drops of sweat pearling along his spine while he lifts the sledge hammer and smashes it at the hard matter.
He looks like a calendar boy. Leaning back a bit as he wipes away the sweat from his brow.

I squat behind a bush. I hope he didn't see me.

He continues to bang on the material. Shaping it to his will. Then he lays down the hammer and picks up a bottle of water.  Gulps thirstily.

Turns around and walks back to the shed. Quickly I dive further away into the shrubs.

Eddie comes out again. Now wearing a tee, a towel around his neck and a guitar in his hands. Sits down on a block of lumber.

Gently handles the guitar and starts playing.

Sings with his deep quivering voice. Strong but fragile at the same time. Enchanting me.

Oh no

Here comes that sun again

That means another day

Without you my friend

And it hurts me

To look into the mirror at myself

And it hurts even more

To have to be with somebody else

And it's so hard to do

And so easy to say

But sometimes

Sometimes you just have to walk away

Walk away

With so many people

To love in my life

Why do I worry

About one

But you put the happy

In my ness...*

Suddenly he stops. Frowns, taps rhythmically on the body of the guitar and goes into the shed.

I hear some noise, but then it's quiet.

He doesn't return.

Disappointed I try to stretch my legs, to get the blood streaming again. A tingling sensation, almost painful.

Sudden crashing makes me yelp. Strong arms around me, pushing me down.

"Stalking Hálwen, you make a habit out of spying on me." His voice in my ear.

I roll on my back.

"I wasn't spying! Get off me!" I try to push him away. Punching him. He takes my wrists in his hands.

He chuckles.

"I knew you where a nymph, but never could have guessed you had your domicile in these shrubs here."

"Umph." Is all I can utter. He sits astride on me. Holding my wrists above my head.

The expression on his face changes. His smile disappears and he just stares into my eyes.

Slowly he bends down and when his lips almost touch mine, I feel his warmth and close my eyes while I inhale his scent; he simply whispers my name.

Then he kisses me. Lets go of my wrists, but glides with his hands along the insides of my arms to stop at my sides, next to my breasts - gently stroking them with his thumbs.

A long, slow, kiss follows - like summertime on the beach.

Our tongues, our lips. Nothing more.

With a groan he breaks the spell and sits up. Takes me in his arms.

"How did you find me, pixie love?"

"I just had a hunch you might be working here. I asked Joshua where you make your objects if not at the academy."

"Hm....smart girl."
He reaches for his cap that has fallen off.

"Eddie...Dave came looking for you at ... at my place. Why?"

He is silent for a while. Contemplating.

"Why what?"

Suddenly irritated he gets up, giving me his hand and pulls me with him.

"Don't think too much about it." He says. Cold.

He pushes his hands in his pockets and turns around.

Walks away.

"Shall I tell Dave that I found you?" I call after him as he disappears into the shed.

"Do whatever you feel like." He says over his shoulder. "I don't care."

I feel tears welling behind my eyes. I crush my teeth with frustration.

I run after him and shove him around violently.

"Eddie! Quit fucking me in the brain!" I scream at him.

"You crazy motherfucker, you hurt me! Don't you see! You hurt me!"

Crying I sink to my knees, clutch his tee in my fists.

"You hurt me so." I sob quietly.

Eddie kneels down.

"Hálwen." Hesitantly he lifts my chin. Looks me in the eyes. Worried. A big crease between his brows. His pupils are huge.

"Why? Why do you keep fucking me in the brain?" I wail. "Why? Why don't you stick to those other girls? Why me? I don't understand this fuckery! Can't you see?"

He reaches for me. But I push him away, crouch on the floor.

"You confuse me so..." I sniff.

Silence.

Slowly I get up. He sits in front of me. With his arms clasped around his knees.

He bites his lip. Tears roll over his cheeks.

"I don't want this....I don't want you to cry." He whispers.

"This has to stop...I can't pretend. It's....I don't want those other girls. I only want you."

He inhales deeply.
"I'll call Dave... I'll play tonight...but...that's it...I don't want fame and all that bullshit. I'll tell them tonight...

...please stop crying..."

Irritated he wipes away a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand.

He breathes out. 

"Can't you see I love you? I never loved anybody...but I love you. I know I do."

His eyes. Pain. His beautiful eyes. His face. His hair. I devour him with my eyes.
And I, I feel...I feel...I close my eyes. Just let this feeling wash over me.

*Walk away by Ben Harper