Forbidden Fruit

           “This is one of my colleagues, Lillith.”

           “Lil.” That was all she said as she reached out her perfectly manicured hand. Her name. Lillith. Lil for short. But I already knew that.

           His hand was so firm as he grasped mine, strong, powerful. Just as I remembered.

           “Samael. But my friend’s call me Sam.” He says.

           Of course they do. That’s what I called you that night.

           She looks so professional in her dark suit. You’d never know the fire of rebellion in her. Even in clothes like these, she’s a seductive woman. Beautiful, handsome, these words can’t do her justice. Her’s is a thing that draws out lust from a place deep within you. A place you never knew existed. A goddess of fertility, a succubus, a false idol I worshipped that night.

           What a shame. He looks so respectable in a suit, navy, never black for this one. Clothes hide the way his skin draws tight around every bulge of muscle. The way it highlights every angle, every slight depression in its own shadow. He was like the statue of a Greek god animated that night, and here he stands blank. Boring by comparison. No longer a hero shrouded in mystery. Just a man like any other back at his day job.

Her eyes are a deep, rich brown like the soil. I swore they burned crimson that night. Maybe they did. They certainly burned with passion. Her lips are the same shade of cherry they are in my memories, my daydreams, my fantasies. Her hair, jet black. Darker than the night. So easy to los yourself in. Darker than nothingness. I lie to myself. It was only one night. But I feel the heat of her passion in my loins every day I breath.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I say it with a hint of something. A hint that we both know. Anyone else may think I’m flirting with him. In reality, I’m reliving the best ride of my life. The man I climbed to reach the forbidden fruit. Ascending him, holding every part of him in my grasp as I worked my way from his firmly rooted feet to his head in the clouds. A fine head, with a strong face. Two eyes so blue the sky cries in envy. Hair of gold. Divine. He really did make them in his image.

“And you.” I kiss her hand. It’s the proper thing to do. But her blouse spreads, ever so slightly, just between the buttons. Skin. Her smooth skin. I feel it on my lips, see it with my eyes. I remember the feel of every inch of that skin under my lips, just as I feel the back of her hand now. The way the light played so gently on every angle of her. There wasn’t a blemish on her. Not a mark that didn’t belong. And I searched. Every. Last. Bit. Flawless, just the way it was supposed to be.

I see his moment of pause, of hesitation. As I feel his lips against my skin it comes flooding back. The way he kissed my neck in the throes of carnal pleasure. The way he kissed my nape in the revels of passion. A shiver runs up my spine like the heaving of my breath that night, rising uncontrollably. Up, up, up. Every hair on my body stands at attention.

“There’s something about you two, are you sure you haven’t met before?” Damn you Al. The unholy anger rises in me. And why? Because he searches to uncover our secret? It rises in me for all the wrong reasons. The same as the desire rose in me that night. The way she made me laugh with her ill-conceived jokes. That her smile always held a bit of mischief. That her eyes sparkled like the Morning Star. In that moment she was everything I’ve ever desired. I fell from perch on high. Hard.

“Never met her. I think I’d remember such beauty.” I lied. Because I do. I remember all of her.

I know he’s only protecting us. But it still hurts. To hear him deny me. Will I be cursed to here it twice more? Will you be my Peter? If it were the only way to have you worship me as a disciple again, I would welcome your denial with open arms and open legs. And so, I’ll hurt you too.

“No. Never.” I see the pain in those eyes, those gorgeous azure eyes.

It’s too much. I can’t breathe. She burns too bright, consuming the oxygen within my lungs. Flashes. Like lightning in my mind. Glimpses. The curve in her clavicle, running from her shoulder to the base of her throat. The way she moved, with the rhythm of the ocean. In. Out. In. Out. Over and over, and over again. The steady beating of our hearts blending with the steady beating of her waves against my shores. Flashes. Her body writhing. Glimpses. Mouthing my name breathlessly.

I can see the fires of lust burning stronger in his eyes. Growing. Won’t he just take me here? Now? But no, twice more he must deny me. But why? Why not relive the assault on our senses? Why not here? Why must we wait? Patience. Patience. Please. I can’t.

“So this case, do you really think you can make a solid argument for his soul?” Al’s voice is grating on my ears. Go away old man. Let me be with my muse.

“You know I can’t discuss the case with you Alastor, you Demon’s just want us to slip up and give you something you can use to damn another innocent soul. It would be sinful to give you ammunition.” And yet I plan one sin as I deny another.

“Alastor, let the Angel be, he’s smart enough to know not to confide in you. His job is to convince the judge to spare souls, ours is to damn them. It’s not rocket science. The more he tells us, the worse off he is.” Seeing the hate in Samael’s eyes feeds my own fire. To see this angel pushed to sin for me. I can see it in his eyes. He wants me. Needs me. “Excuse me gentlemen, I must use the washroom briefly before the proceedings begin.”

I pray he follows. That he pushes me against the wall and tells me he needs me as much as I need him. That he bites my lip when he kisses me, unable to hold back.

“I’ll see you inside Al, I think I forgot something in the other room.” He gives me a queer look, but I don’t care. I’d tell any lie I had to. No matter how weak. How misconceived. I need her. I’ll have her. I take a deep breath. I knock three times on the washroom door, just as I did that night. Then. I open the door.