Death's intimate kiss

Death had not seen such a determination in her eyes. “Alright, but it is not going to be a Chris Pine, that I bet you.”

“I don’t care even if you look like the Phantom of the Opera or the Hunchback of Notredame. I want to see your mortal form… or the last mortal form you took.”

“Well, I only had one mortal form despite being born 5 times. I am the- wandering- Jew- type, have you forgotten? Oh well… you sure about it?”

Inglis nodded her head.

Death closed His eyes and a slight breeze blew over. Inglis held her breath. Slowly, under the moonlight, she saw him slowly transform from toe to head.  Inglis gasped. Her eyes opened wide. She could not believe her eyes.

Death’s mortal form was no taller than Chris Pine. He was Caucasian guy with hazel brown hair and a small beard which gave him a roughed look. He opened his eyes and stared at Inglis. He had a good frame and was rather good looking. Inglis moved closer into the moonlight.

“I have seen you before, haven’t I?”

Death did not move his gaze. “Yes, I first met you in London. You went out to get bread and I was going to collect a soul in that district. I was the guy who spoke to you in the streets.”

“That explains why you disappeared suddenly,” she interjected as she moved closer to him. Inglis had no idea why she was doing what she was doing. She moved closer to him and slowly took his hands and put it around her waist. He held her other hand and held her close. She was still looking at him and he at her.

At a distance, the band was playing Linda Ronstadt’s - When I Fall In Love. The moment felt perfect. Inglis didn’t bother about her surrounding except for one thing; she was dancing in the arms of a guy she had met on the streets last year. She felt somewhat safe and warm despite knowing that she was dancing with Death.

Death had never felt so much alive. He was holding the hands of a girl whom he had become fond of. She was no longer a girl. In a second she had transformed into a lady. He was a mortal for once. He liked her touch, but he liked her lips even more. As the music came to a slow stop, Death did something he always wanted to do. His lips descended on her.

His lips came down upon hers, gentle yet demanding. She tasted sweet, really sweet. God, she was killing him. He grabbed her closer and his hands caressed her back. She shivered and slowly opened her mouth wider. His kiss deepened. She moaned. Death was excited, his desire was slowly becoming lust. She kissed him back. She was a good kisser, no wonder men were crazy about kissing her. She grabbed his shoulders and pressed him closer to her. It had been a long while since Inglis had such an intense kiss. Death was becoming a better kisser than the guy who taught her to kiss. The guy she had place in the pinnacle for a long time. Death slided his hands down her back and squeezed her butt. She gasped and drew her head back. Death moved his lips down her throat and she moaned deeper. Death felt his blood rushing rapidly into his groins. She grabbed his head and pulled it back and licked his ears. This time it was Death's turn to groan. He so badly wanted to lay her down and explore every inch of her body.

Suddenly, he could no longer feel her. He, himself was not moving. Nothing was moving. He felt a strong suction against him. A huge warmth. It suddenly struck him. He wanted to yell but all he could do was to watch Inglis slowly vapourise in front of Him.

Inglis was going back to her body.

She was waking up from meditation.