Serendipity

Atychiphobia

My head lolled across the pillow as I stirred in my sleep. Images of the past flashing dangerously under my eyelids as I tried to suppress the bad.

The sound of crunching metal, cries and horns being compressed filled my ears as well as a deafening scream and the flashing lights of a police car.

But amongst those were images of myself.

Myself and the man I now knew to be Zak..

Each one showed some level of want and desire. The feelings conveyed between us both.

Even as I slept, and I knew I was asleep. I could feel the thickness of his hair between my fingers as I enticed more from him. More in which he happily delivered.

There were moments of care, where he would pause to make sure I was okay if I cried out too loud or if I pushed my hand against his stomach and whimpered when his drilling got too much. He would steal a kiss, run his hands across my skin and whisper a sorry before going slower. Or it would play a moment in which we were both leading up to the heated moments we shared, often full of giggles and smiles entwined with banter and teasing.

The softer moments between us.. When we would lay together and he would stroke his finger across my flushed face whilst smiling tiredly. Whispering things that made me giggle, that made me fall harder for him. Or when I could trace the wings of his tattoo with ease as he slept beside me.

But one memory was out of place. One memory haunted me.. And that memory is what tore my sleep off me and threw me into the darkness of my bedroom leaving me laid in a pool of my own sweat as I gasped at the air trying to slow down my heart. Reminding myself that I'm not in a car anymore!