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Cut to the chase

Dream ONE - Cut to the chase

My drumming heartbeat echoes through my ears, my feet barely touching the ground. I'm running.

That's what I'm really good at, I always run. I escape house chores in an easy manner; so it's not any different than to escape a creepy kidnapper sent out to catch me and push my body down a ditch as well... Maybe not.
This is the life I live.

I can't stop running.
I was just going out for a walk through the country-side in disguise, when suddenly I felt a big hand on my shoulder. When I turned around to face the person it would have been already too late if not for the fact I managed to somehow dodge their attempt at catching me and then I ran off.
They found me again. They always do.

I practically jump past the stairs of the train station and incredibly make it to the train platforms in time, the guards stare astonished as I sprint forward and make the riskiest leap towards the just moving train, steam coming out of it with a huge puff. I made it in time. But I don't stop just yet. You're never safe until you're alone.

The security can't do much to stop it, also because the train has already gained speed and soon, the monsters I have left behind are nothing but a brush stroke blended in the grey, empty background.

I avoid any type of eye contact but my senses are always on alert. Any slight movement does not escape me as I try to avoid trouble. The rules to survival including trusting no one but yourself. I have learned that quite quickly.
I urgently push myself past the people, luggage and seats, ignoring the comments of a few people who call out in hopes they get some sort of attention for being so violently pushed aside.

But a big surprise hits me as I reach the end. A door that will bring me to the points of meeting from one wagon to another, a fully exposed area that turns out to be difficult to cross, under certain circumstances. It all depends on speed of the train, location, and quality of course.
But that's not all.

There, leaning on the door frame is the prettiest, most handsome and yet most dangerous man I have ever seen in my life. And my competitor. Steward "Swine".
It doesn't take me much to realize he also had noticed my presence, not surprised or anything of course. He knew I would have come here to escape his people. It was a trap. And oh, what a nice one at last...

—Fancy meeting you here, Chase.—
I glare at him, now standing beside the taller man on the other side of the door. His hands are curled up on a cigarette that he is holding between his lips. He's wearing a hat to cover his face and a long coat, trying to hide his identity, perhaps?

—Can't say the same about you... What do you want?—
Stupid question. I know what he wants. I know that perfectly well.
But his cold expression remains unfazed and instead, the cigarette that was once in his mouth was violently shoved inside mine. Disgusting.
—Little Chase... won't you ever learn to keep your mouth shut? If it weren't for you and your.. exquisite abilities.—

I take a blow. He can't fool me, the way he eyes me is far too obvious to ignore. The adrenaline of the run slowly drains and instead is replaced with burning tension that washes over me.
His dark, crystalline eyes burn with passion and desire as he takes a good look at me, from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes. He takes in all of me and when he's finished a mischievous smirk plays on his face, not hiding his interest in me at all. But I know that part already.

I want to push him to the wall, have him cornered and knee him right on the "spot". All of this just to make him vulnerable enough.
Take the cigarette out of my mouth and blow a cloud of smoke right on his face. Then gently kiss his lips, with a certain urgent manner that makes it all the more exciting. Grab him from behind and snake my arms under his clothes, around his body. Reaching further down and begin to stroke him. Tease him and make him wince and squirm under my arms. Because I know he actually likes it so.
But that doesn't happen. Because instead of being the one to pin him to the wall, he holds me hostage instead.

I feel useless between his strong arms, he pulls the cigarette out of my mouth and takes a blow of it himself before letting it fall down on the floor, crushing it with his fancy shoes.
His gaze is fixated on mine and for a long time neither of us avert.
Steward doesn't plan to fool anyone, it's been a year since we had this kind of attraction, this chemistry. But it couldn't work out. It never will. So this is what we have reduced ourselves to.

With deadly motions, my hand sneaks in my pocket; I grab my dagger and in a swift motion, my arm goes around his neck, knife pointing at the back of his head. Not that it surprises him much.
I smile as I soon realize that he had done the same but this time, the sharp end points at my chest.

Our faces are only inches apart, yet his body too far from mine. His hot breath tingles my neck as I slightly tilt my head sideways. He doesn't hesitate to lean in and kiss me from the chin down to my collarbone. I feel a new sort of energy traveling down my body as I try my best not to shiver and give in to his already big ego.
I can't let him know that he's got me already wrapped up around his finger.

But then...he bites me.
Right on the spot.
That vulnerable and sensitive place on my neck that makes me tug harder at his jacket, and at that point, I can't help but pull on his coat and let out a quiet breathy moan.

By getting closer to him I can feel the sharp edge of the knife touching my chest, bothering me and challenging me as I want more from him. I want him to grind against me, push our bodies extremely close to each other and whisper nasty words in my ears. It's what we do, we both can't admit to ourselves we like each other already. It's all a cycle of built up sexual frustration.

He retracts the knife a little, and by now I already know that this is the perfect chance to satisfy my dirty fantasies. At least, partially.
I'm now tugging on his shirt, bringing him way closer to me. I can feel the knife again, pointy and sharp against my chest but it doesn't go any further.

—Want me to shut up? Then, make me.—
The words come naturally out of my mouth, a little surprised myself by the sudden boldness. Oh well, etiquette has been thrown out of the window since the moment I stepped on this train anyway.

Without hesitation, Steward shows his real desire by bringing his lips to mine, a bittersweet taste when he urgently licks on my lips. We both waited too long for this. The knife I had been holding has long ago been lowered, his has been completely dropped since he could make better use of that free hand...
I felt a hint of wine in his hurried kiss, leaving me breathless and seeking for more. I wanted him now.

But the train soon begins to slow down a little as it approaches another station. It is time to go. In an alarmed manner, Steward pulls away from me. We move further apart from each other and gather our stuff. I put back the knife in my pocket.

—'Till next time... Chase.
—Same to you, Swine.
—It's Swayne not-
But his words get cut off by the loud screech of tires as the train comes to a stop.
Not wasting any time I jump off on the rails and run away, taking one last quick glance at the other man.

I find some ground coverage first, for then derailing my way completely.
I can still see him standing there, watching his mouth move and probably say something which is incomprehensible from my distance.

And then I wake up.