Queermance Anthology, Volume 1 (8 page)

Her hand was in mine again and I let the moment fill me. Tears blurred my vision and hot blood
pulsed through every part of my body.

Right now, here, with this woman, my life was about change. Time was running out. I had to
act.

Butterflies performed bizarre somersaults in my stomach. A thin sheen of sweat covered my face,
cooling in the cold air conditioning. Courage and faith fused with the love and blossomed through
me. I slipped my hand inside her shirt, palm flat over a cold left breast, right over her heart.
When I spoke to her, my words were infused with energy. They were the same words that had awoken me,
a decade ago, from my own premature death.

The phrases carried great power - but only if the speaker truly loved the one they wish to
reawaken. Love is a powerful emotion, more powerful than I ever dreamed.

My mother's love had given power to these words, saving me. Now I spoke with the same energy and
faith to save the one I loved.

Rosalie trembled under my hand but I didn't stop. Instead, I drew on the memory of the day my
mother gave me life for a second time. Power erupted within me. My love for a girl I did not know,
summoned her soul back to its body.

Giving life this way meant you gave part of yourself. This was healing; this was bonding.

Warmth filled Rosalie. A faint, single heartbeat fluttered under my touch. My breath caught. Then
I felt another. I removed my hand gently.

Waking from death to find some stranger with their hand down your shirt would not sit well. First
impressions count.

Rosalie's hand slowly filled with warmth. Keeping contact was important while the soul re-entered
the body. I had become the grounding connection for the energies now in motion.

Breath filled her lungs once again and steam escaped from between parted red lips.

Nervous energy made me tremble. What if she did not react well to the situation? What if she had
wished to die and this was an unwelcome intrusion. Or, even worse, what if Rosalie hated me for
this?

Rosalie stirred. Delicate toes wriggled, her legs stretched like she was waking from a deep
sleep. I wanted to hold her…

A loud buzzing interrupted the moment.

No!

There was someone at the side door. I took Rosalie into my arms and carried her to the night bed
in the crib room. Her hair smelt like roses and vanilla. I didn't want to let her go but I slipped
her under the blanket. She needed to wake slowly, preferably without an audience.

The regular noodle bar delivery guy waited at the side door. I had a standing order every Friday
and Saturday night: spicy pork with vegetables and garlic prawn noodles. Filling, but low on the
fat. I paid and locked the door behind me, taking the food into the crib room. Hunger was far from
my mind tonight. All I wanted was Rosalie.

'You going to share that?'

Rosalie was awake and sitting up. Her hungry eyes were wide open and focused on my takeaway.

'Sure.' I smiled and pointed to the chair beside mine, not really sure what to expect. Stay calm,
I warned myself.

Rosalie padded across to the table, and took a seat beside me. It all seemed so normal.

'Pork or Prawns?' I asked, trying not to stare at her.

'Prawns, please.' Fine fingers broke open the chopsticks' packet. The food was devoured quickly;
Rosalie was ravenous. Every movement she made sent flashes of electricity through me.

'Where am I?'

'The morgue,' I muttered, unprepared for an actual conversation with someone who had been dead a
few minutes ago. With every word she spoke I realised how much I loved her. My heart still pounded.
So loud. Would she hear it?

'Why are you blushing like that?' Rosalie asked.

'The pork is very spicy tonight.' I lied, going to the fridge for a cold drink.

I watched as a delicate ear peeked out from Rosalie's dark hair. The soft curve of her neck was
exposed as the blanket slipped down, dragging the t-shirt over her shoulder. A tattoo winked at me
before tracing down her back. I wanted so much to kiss her right then. Kiss her soft, warm lips and
taste her unique flavour.

Rosalie stopped and looked at me, a blush in her cheeks. Her black eyes stared up at me while her
pink tongue slowly licked sauce from the corner of her mouth.

'I can hear you over there, by the way,' she said, and popped a prawn slowly into her mouth. So
much more blood rushed into my face and chest that I staggered slightly, holding onto the fridge for
support.

'How?' The word was a hoarse whisper. My mouth was dry and the cold water hadn't helped.

'I suppose the same way you can bring the dead back. I can hear thoughts, but only those of
people who desire me,' she explained, as if the situation were normal. Standing, she dropped the
blanket and faced me. Her nipples had hardened under her t-shirt and I couldn't look away.
Everything about her fuelled my desire.

'How did you know-?'

Her fingers touched my lips.

'I know I died tonight. I was always going die young. An illness I couldn't beat.' She stood
close to me and raised herself up on tiptoes to look into my eyes. Her hand touched my shoulder. A
finger brushed my earlobe ever so gently. A soft tingle rippled across the skin on my neck and
chest.

'Still, how did you know what I did?' I asked, resisting the compelling urge to wrap my arms
around her. Rosalie's dark eyes glanced at my mouth.

'I was with my body all the time, watching while you saved me. All the power and emotion you used
to draw me back became interlaced within me.'

Her hand slipped around the back of my head, as mine did the same to hers. Our bodies were drawn
together by desire. The touch of her skin electrified mine and the hairs on my arms rose up in
worship of her touch. Oh God. I want to taste her so much it hurt.

'Is it the same for you? Do you feel what I have for you?'

Rosalie pulled me towards her slightly open lips. I could feel my mouth respond. I wanted to
taste her so much.

'Yes. It hurts, I want to kiss you so much, but…' she hesitated, scanning my eyes.

'But what? Is it because I'm a woman?' Fear pierced my heart for a cold second. She bit her lip
lightly.

'It's just that I've always wanted to but… never found the right-' Her words were lost
in the sweet embrace of our lips. Images of Rosalie naked under me burnt bright. Her hand moved to
my breast, and I felt her fingers pinch. Teeth I knew to be perfect and white nibbled at my lip for
a millisecond.

'I want you,' she whispered, and pulled my hand down to her sex, hot under her shorts. 'Whatever
this is, I want it all. Right now. I see your images. See mine.'

I had to swallow hard. Our connection flowed both ways. Slivers of images flickered in me and
sharpened as sounds filtered through my thoughts. I watched myself tear her clothes and throw her
onto the bunk, exploring every part of her. Rosalie bit me and I her, leaving my mark on the inside
of her thigh. Sensations shot through my breasts. Rosalie pushing my bra up, sucking and biting my
dark, erect nipples.

'I like to bite,' Rosalie muttered. 'And be bitten, everywhere.'

She winked then pressed her mouth over my breast, applying gentle pressure through my shirt. Her
teeth tweaked and rolled my nipple in way I had never felt before. My blood surged.

Her heat scorched my hand and I couldn't resist any more, unbuttoning her shorts one handed while
I pulled at her thin shirt.

'Tear it off.'

Never had I been with someone like her. The idea of tearing clothes off only fed the desire in
me. Blood pounded in my ears and I grabbed her t-shirt with both hands. It tore like a tissue. Small
dark erect nipples beckoned to me from pert, sweet breasts.

'Shit you're strong,' Rosalie whispered, jumping up and wrapping he legs tight around me. 'About
now I usually have a rock hard cock pressed against me. What happens next?'

She stopped, biting her lip.

Then I felt her move. Her heat and the shape of her sex were firm on me, and my hands splayed
across the small of her back. Could I be myself with her? Oh, yes. I could try.

'I'll make you come so hard we'll need a defibrillator to bring you back. Again.'

Rosalie tipped her head back and laughed in delight. Her body grew hotter. 'Do it,' she said
levering herself up so her nose touched mine. 'But first tell me your name.'

'Petra.' I grinned letting my old self run free. 'The Morgue chick.'

'Well then, Petra,' she said grinning back. 'Take me into your lair.'

Her lips crushed onto mine, and I found her hungry tongue. Excited urges I had repressed ripped
free of their cage when Rosalie's small breasts crushed against mine.

I kicked the door open and the cold of the morgue intensified the heat between us. I sat her on
the trolley. With her legs still around me, I slipped hands down over small hard nipples and circled
her navel, making Rosalie gasp. Sliding fingertips down into her shorts I just brushed the top of
her sex. Sweat ran down my back. Rosalie had done that; made me feel again. Clenching both sides of
the fly of her shorts I applied pressure, slowly, watching her. A stitch popped, loud in the cold
air.

'Yeah, do it slow,' she said, leaning back. Like an exotic dancer she spread her legs wide,
almost horizontal to the bench. 'I had a fantasy about this, sitting like this as… you
know.'

I had to take a deep breath while her eyes went down my body. Heat teased my fingertips.

'Take your top off, I want to see you.'

I nearly giggled, torn between leaving my hands on her or peeling off my clothes.

'You do it, Rosalie. Unbutton me slow.'

She moistened her lips with a small pink tongue and sat up, keeping her legs spread wide as she
undid the first button. I flexed and popped another stitch in her shorts, tearing them further. She
started and then grinned up at me.

'You like to unwrap your presents like this?'

'Only the tasty ones.'

Another stitch in her shorts popped. Her hands worked faster. Cool air washed over my skin then
her lips pressed warm against my chest. She ran her hands up my back to the bra clasp and
laughed.

'I'm hopeless at this,' she said. I could feel her lips move on my flesh.

Two stitches popped in her shorts and my fingers moved lower, caressing the top of her folds with
a little finger. Rosalie shuddered. I could feel her teeth pressed into my flesh. She fumbled at the
bra clasp, her breathe hot.

'Beside you, look.'

Rosalie came up for air to follow my nod.

'You serious?' she reached out and picked up a scalpel, turning it so light flashed across the
blade.

'Cut me free,' I whispered, keeping the tremor in me under control. 'You like to bite. I like
knives.'

'Wicked! Where you been all my life?'

'Here.'

She slid the scalpel between my beasts and the support of the bra fell away. The straps fell and
Rosalie ripped my sliced bra free. Small hands cupped my breasts and I couldn't hold back the sound
that welled up now she finally held me.

'So firm,' Rosalie said quietly. Her hands moved and thumbs brushed the tip of each nipple. She
leaned in to suckle. My legs quivered and Rosalie stopped. 'I like it rough, Petra. You can bite and
squeeze me, but I know you're not me so-'

'Lie back.'

Her shorts ripped until they could no more. They had to come off before I hurt her. She sucked
one last time and lowered herself down onto the stainless bench. I lifted her hips up and pulled the
remnants of her shorts free.

'You are a bad girl, my Petra,' Rosalie muttered, wriggling closer and parting her legs slowly. I
couldn't look a way as she revealed her delicate, smooth sex. The first girl I ever slept with
called her quim the most delicate rose I'd ever see. I had agreed, until now.

I had to breathe. My protesting lungs filled with oxygen and the spots vanished from my vision.

'I'm ready to die coming,' she said reaching down to spread herself open further. 'Love you
watching me but-'

She slipped a finger in.

'I've been aching since you saved me. No one has ever made me feel like this. I want you.
Now.'

I hooked my office chair with a foot and pulled it over. At a quick slap Rosalie removed her hand
as I sat before her. This was no dream. It was real.

'Bite me.' Her leg moved closer, the soft whiteness of her inner thigh pressed against my face.
'Hard.'

Salvia filled my mouth and I kissed the softness of her inner thigh, nipping gently at first.
Rosalie sighed and pushed her leg harder at me. Heat greeted my hand when I rested it flat on her
sex. The flesh under my lips quivered. Opening my mouth wide I pressed teeth onto her skin. My
finger matched the pace, parting her slowly and pressing in. I bit harder and pressed my finger up
into her. Rosalie's legs twitched and her sex tightened.

'Shit, girl,' she muttered hoarsely, her hands in my hair. 'So intense.'

I bit her again then let go, moving my mouth up her thigh until a soft fold greeted my lips. I
sucked it softly and slowed my tempo making Rosalie relax a fraction. But I couldn't hold back
anymore. My finger retreated and I sucked hard. A quick nip made Rosalie buck. I let her go and
watched my bite mark darkening.

'Fucking wicked,' Rosalie gasped, clenching my hair. 'Don't stop.'

Her scent affected me as much as taste. Some girls though it weird but I loved the scent of my
lover aroused. 'She Wolf' I had been called once I began exploring my sexuality. I paused for a
second, savouring Rosalie's scent as it washed over my senses. Curled up with nails pressed into her
thighs, Rosalie moaned but didn't protest when I bit her. She wanted the pain, wanted to feel my
strength on her flesh. It aroused her. It aroused me.

'We can take photos later,' Rosalie muttered as she pulled at my hair, feeding the building rush
in me. 'Bite. Suck. Finger. Anything you want, but do it now!'