Transcendence

Title: Transcendence
Author: Amber
Prompt: The Lost Boys
Rating: R?
Pairing: Zac/OFC
Warnings: non-graphic sex
Word Count: 922

I walk around the nearly empty video store. We have the night off, so I need a distraction, and for some reason, video games just aren't cutting it tonight. I feel restless, strangely on edge. Like something's about to happen. Nothing sparks my interest, and I'm about to leave, until I see the girl behind the counter.

She's... beautiful? Gorgeous? Irresistable? Not enough. Her hair is long and auburn, falling in waves over her shoulders. And her eyes. Green, like... like green jello. Bright and vivid and cool, and never completely still, as they pass lazily around the room, finally meeting mine. But before I can speak, she's called away by another customer. I'm tempted to stay and wait, but my brothers choose that moment to drag me out of the store, rambling about something meaningless.

I'm walking the boardwalk, thinking of the girl with the green eyes. The eyes that were so hypnotizing, so unlike any I've ever seen. I can still picture them... except I'm not imagining it. She's there, in the crowd in front of me, walking my way. My breath catches as I see a glimpse of her body, between the people around her. Bronze skin, contrasted by her white tank top. Long legs, visible in flashes beneath her flowing multi-colored skirt. Just the right amount of curves, in just the right places.

I jump at a loud barking; a large dog is baying at me from behind a metal gate, warning me to stay off his turf. I look back up, but the girl is gone. I search the sea of faces, but none are familiar. Dejected, I carry on, my shoulders heavy, words unspoken turning to ash on my tongue.

I drag my feet in the sand, the waves lapping at my ankles. I look out over the water, the moonlight tipping the black waves with silver. The sounds of the boardwalk are distant, the lights faint, and all around me are the surf, the wind, and the rising land. Something catches my eye, a glimmer of light on the cliffs beside me. Curious, I leave the water's edge to approach the rock face. discovering a large crack, from which the light emerges. A flickering orange clow leads me into the passage, which opens into a small cave.

There, beside a crackling driftwood fire, is the girl. She sits, her skirt pooled around her thighs, staring into the flames. She looks up, her eyes catching mine. A tiny smile plays on her burgundy lips. She becons me forward, and I feel the pull in my gut. I fall to my knees before her.

We stare for a moment, drinking each other in. And I do feel drunk, lightheaded, and yet incredibly grounded.She lifts a hand to my cheek, her touch hot. I feel myself shiver, and in an instant, I'm pulled forward, closing the distance between us.

We devour each other, our hands grasping at cloth and skin. The cloth is quickly shed, on both our parts. I lay her down on the sand, taking in her goddess-like perfection. She lays beneath me, panting, waiting, acting the subservient damsel, but we both know who is in control.

I know she knows my inexperience; I'm certain it must be painfully obvious. But a more suitable teacher, I doubt I could ever find. I taste every inch of her, letting her guide me, while letting me feel in control. Her body is a drug, the more I taste, the more I need. When I finally reach her core, it's unlike anything I've ever experienced, and I know no food or drink could ever compare.

She lays me down and worships my body as she allowed me to worship hers. I feel helpess, as she plays me like a finely tuned instrument, bringing out feelings I never dreamed could exist. I feel like I can take no more, but she places a hand on my chest, slowing my jagged breath and my racing heart.

She climbs atop me; she is Lady Godiva, and I am but the lowly steed blessed enough to support her. The pleasure is indescribable. It's spiritual. Angels would sound muddy compared to her gasping breaths; the greatest artists in all history could not match the beauty of the blush painted across her skin, the shape of her body as it dances with mine, the moves old as history, and yet to me, newer than the uncapturable moment of now.

Just when I'm sure the world must be torn apart into nothing, everything is brought into focus, painfully sharp and bright and clear. All the secret mysteries of the universe are revealed to me in a single, fleeting moment, forgotten before I realize I ever learned them.

Slowly, the world returns to the one I know. All I am left is a shadow of a memory, the knowledge that what I see is not all there is, but no recollection of what more exists. I sit up and look around. I'm on the beach, the waves lapping at my feet once more. The sun is beginning to rise over the horizon, the line between sea and sky all but disappearing. As I watch the dawn, I feel a chill, though the air is still.

I slowly begin to stumble back towards civilization. My brothers are surely worried sick about my sudden disappearance, but I can't find it in myself to care. I turn around once, to stare at the cliff that held the entrance to my place of rapture. But there is no opening, only solid earth. I turn back, returning to the life I know, but carrying the knowledge that for better or for worse, nothing can ever truly be as it was.