Part 407 – Begone, Elsie Vansing!

Ambrose lay flat on his back. His eyes were closed. His hands curled up by his face.

And she was there.

She uncurled his hands and stroked them in luxuriantly slow circles. Her fingers rolled over his fingers – bare skin upon bare skin.

He tilted his head back as her fingers circled down to his wrists.

He panted as her fingers made their way up his arm. Her small fingers dragged deliberately along the edges.

He moaned as her fingers reached his shoulders. Her left hand moved down to right above his heart.

“Oh. Ohh.” He opened his eyes.

His breath went still.

Elsie smiled down at him. “Ambrose.”

He shook his head.

“Ambrose.”

“I don’t want you. Leave me alone!”

Her right hand curled around his neck. “Ambrose. You don’t seem to understand. You and I are so alike. We belong together. We are meant to be together.”

“No.”

“That time we spent together changed us, damaged us. It made us part of each other.”

He shook his head.

“It’s true.” She laid her hand on his bare chest. “A small part of your heart will always belong to me. A small part of my heart will always belong to you. We will always feel that pull whenever we’re together.”

Her right hand moved up to his face. “You can feel it now. I’m here in your mind, in your soul, inside your skin.”

He bared his fangs. “I said leave me alone and I meant it. I don’t belong to you. I never did.” He sat up and pushed her away. “So, go do your dirty dancing in someone else’s dreams.”

The dream ended.

***

Ambrose opened his eyes. He uncovered his head and glanced around.

He was alone.

Elsie.

He laid his head back down on the pillow.

I don’t want her.

He burst out laughing as he realized the truth. After all of that time I spent pining for her, I don’t want her. I honestly don’t want her. He kept laughing. I even chased her out of what should have been an erotic Elsie fantasy.

He pulled his phone out from under his pillow and called Barbara.

“Nnghk ‘ello?”

“Barbara? I know it’s a Saturday. I know it’s indecently early. I know you’re trying to sleep, but I had to call you.”

“ehhh? Ambrose? Why you sound so hyper? Shouldn’t you be sleepy?”

“I don’t want her.”

“Wait. What? You’re not making any sense. Who you talking about?”

“Elsie. I don’t want her. I know. I have no doubts. I love you and just you. You will never, ever have to worry about me wanting Elsie or me comparing you to Elsie or me running back to Elsie. I only want you. You have no idea how happy that makes me feel.”

She sighed.

“Are you sleeping?”

No response.

He smiled. “I love you, Barbara Addleston. And only you.”