You come home. Take your velvet jacket off, then sit on a chair and lean heavily against its back, eyes closed, breathing deep and heavy.
I ask you how it has been going. Your lids leisurely reopen, soft gaze locking on me. You smile. I love it when you smile - your features turn even more beautiful; at times like this I see how kind and welcoming your face actually is. So sad your life forces you to hide it.
It has been a long day, you reply. I make my way to you and kneel, resting my arms and head on you - your hand, large and rough, yet gentle, brushes some curls off of my forehead, then lies still, lazy fingers tangled in my hair.
" Was this day tough on you too, sunshine? "
After a moment, I nod, running my hand back and forth your hip. I wish I could comfort you better - you work so hard for the sake of our country, I wonder how you haven't burned yourself out yet...
But it seems a spring of my strength is empty today. You have no idea how lonely and humiliated I feel whenever you're not with me. People's judging stares, court intrigues, a need to keep a "perfect" posture wherever I go... It's devastating. Crusing...
"Will you dine with me this evening?"
There no second thoughts behind my question - who wouldn't like a good supper after not having anything to bite from the very sunrise? Yet, it seems my husband knows me much better than I know myself.
"... I wouldn't turn down a meal."
Your hand slides under my chin - my head is lifted upwards and tilted back, so our eyes meet again. Your look is radiating with hunger, though it isn't ravenous or sinful.
No matter what you say, you never behave as a beast. It warms my heart to know that, even when you consider me a good morsel to swallow, the first thing you see is a person, not a piece of meat.
"Do you want me to eat you, honey?"
My gaze travels down to your midsection. I pull a hand up and put it on your belly. It's soft and warm under my touch, but so much softer and warmer inside...
A cage for others. But home for me.
I nod again. We craw into our bed and lie together, embracing each other. It's peaceful, calm. I can feel your eyes wandering over my frame, and it's no secret for me that you have been drinking my scent for awhile now. You always say I'm the sweetest pie... If it's true, then I don't have to feel bad for luring you into devouring me.
In fact, I hate it when I'm the one in distress... It's... Unfair to ask you for compassion when your struggles are one hundred times worse.
"You deserve comfort no less than I do, honey. And a thought of you being happy makes me happy. Don't blame yourself for anything, OK?"
I smirk and hide my face in your white shirt.
I almost miss a moment when your grip subtly wrapps around my wrist. You guide my hand towards your mouth - I watch silently as my fingers are eased into its wet cave.
A deep wrinkle between your brows smoothens.
A barely audiable moan escapes your lungs.
Soon, both my arms slip past your lips into your awaiting throat.
I can see it flex; so powerful, yet so heartbreakingly gentle. Your muscles can stir bones into dust, but, due to tremendous control you have over them, I don't have a single bruise. I can tell you like my flavor - pleasure shamelessly written all over your face, and I blush. No compliments can win over you inpatiently tugging me closer as your stomach is begging to be filled with me.
Once the world disappears behind your teeth, I completely relax - and just enjoy my way downwards. How good it is to not suffer, or worry, or play a role no one appreciates. I'm truly free now - exposed and fragile, but saved by your will. When your heart beats so close beside me and your attentive flesh envelop every curve of my body, I forget there is anything but us and our feelings. Its you around me, I feel how you live!... What can be more magical than this?
Finally, my toes go past the root of your esophagus, and I'm sealed in a tight, humid cavern of your belly.
"My love, you did wonderful... Are you cozy?.. Yes?.. Good..." - You murmur, your hands idly massaging my form as you enjoy your "dinner".
No, it's you who did good. I'm so happy that I start to sob. It has been hurting so bad... Now, when I feel your love on a carnal level, when your stomach squeezes me so eagerly, yet harmlessly - I can't take it.
I break. Curl into myself, crying.
"That's it... Let it out, darling... Let it go..."
I'm tearing down until there are no tears left. Your hand draws soothing circles on my spine and shoulders; I lean against it and fondle you back. You're so vulnerable here... How can you bare this when your other preys struggle? Punch, claw on your vital innards? Your pained whimpers shaking air behind a locked door of your cabinet two weeks ago are still stuck in my ears. I can't see a thing, but I bet there are a couple of scars left on these tender walls...
But I won't ever hurt you. And you won't hurt me either. I know that. You proved my trust in you countless of times. I'm so lucky you were the one to break my chains that night...
I exhale contently as you hug me even tighter from the outside.
My big, lovely wolf... I'm so happy I'm your catch.
