Sparkling

Title: Sparkling
Part: 4/?
Author: Mary Eve Par Ema Email: mary_eve_parker@yahoo.com
Rating: NC 17 later

~day two ~

I woke up. When I opened my eyes I noticed that all this hasn’t just been a bad dream. I must have slept more than 10 hours. I felt limp and my body was pressed against the one who was behind me, not to fall out of the bed.
The man’s , I noticed that, hand was pressed against my belly, under my shirt, just under my bra.

Now I remembered. The nightmare. This was the reason for the hand, Jarod’s hand. The dark room.
Slowly I turned on my back, very gently brushing his shoulder. The man, Jarod, in his t-shirt and boxershorts, didn’t have much to hide. His body had been pressed against mine all night and now my head was resting on his shoulder, my left leg softly rested on his thigh.

I fell asleep again.

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When I woke again Jarod was laying next to the wall, my head on his chest, his arm around me – pressing my body into his. I am sure that he was asleep because if he would have realised what he did, he would have stopped it. Stopped it, I am sure.

After a couple of minutes later, I climbed out of the bed. Went to the door and got the tray with warm food onto the bed.
I think the smell must have woken Jarod from the sleep of the deaths.

“What is it?” he asked me.

Jarod had sat up and now seeing him like this for the first time I saw how snug his boxer shorts were. I think he didn’t noticed me staring at him. He was gorgeous. “Why do you notice such things so late?”, I thought but than I told myself that I was always late with the important things in my life. All the important things.

“I think it’s chicken soup” I smelled the steaming something. “And here we have something like a burger with lots of salad, roasted potatoes and some fruits.”

“Do they want to keep us healthy to have more fun killing us? More fun seeing us cry?” I saw that he was in pain again, even if this one was emotional.

Being imprisoned must remind him a lot of his youth, his life, beyond these thick walls of the Centre. Beyond the real world, without seeing snow, a rainbow or feeling rain on your skin. Without somebody to lean on, somebody to trust, somebody to love.
All this reminded me a lot of my own childhood. Even if I was “free” I didn’t was it for real. Never.

“What do you want Jarod?” I asked him and I felt his fingers brush over mine when he grabbed a slice of apple and orange. He let them slowly glide into his mouth. If this wouldn’t be a situation like this, and he wouldn’t be hurt and my life wouldn’t be such a mess – than I would think that this was the most erotic moment of all.

I slowly spooned some the hot soup. “Parker, would you leave me some?”

I looked up at him, I was kneeling on the floor, and looked directly into the most amazing chocolate teddy bear n eyn eyes I have ever seen! Ever!

“Sure sweetie” – don’t tell me I said that one loud. Jarod softly chuckled, maybe it was also a ton in pain. But god what made me saying this one out loud?

“Thanks Parker. Thanks.” he said and grinned. I normally liked this boyish grin but this time it was me he was grinning of. Shit.

I left him half of the soup and half of the burger. He allowed me to eat all the salad but he wanted the potatoes. Why didn’t they have put some PEZ or other sweeties on the tray? Hm …


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I watched Jarod moving to the small basin next to the bed and when he let me know that he must go to the toilet, we arranged the blanket. Okay not arrange. I hold it up. I saw his silhouette more than just clearly. God. God. Damned.

After washing his hands he sat down on the bed and ate some more of the fruits while he let me sip on the coffee.

“You know Parker, you know that your skin is like the one of a baby.”

What has he said?

The moment I turned my head around, I saw him grinning at me again.


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