A Moonlight Tale

Overfire

Overfire

He knocked on Luna’s door and she opened it almost instantly, showing that she was waiting for him. He smiled softly at her. “Hi.”

“Hey,” she replied. “What are we doing tonight?”

“How about we don’t go to The Boardwalk,” he suggested. “I just came that way, and there’s a load of guys causing trouble. I wouldn’t want you caught in the middle of it.”

“Oh, ok. You wanna come in?” She opened the door wider.

“Thanks.” He felt the invisible barrier falling away as he stepped inside. “Hey, nice.” He looked around, noticing the candles, and several lace shawls about the place.

“Oh, yeah. The… uh… light bulb blew,” Luna lied. When she had lit the candles, it had seemed right. It gave a nice glow to the otherwise ugly room, it hid the dirt, the cracks and the mould. Now it just seemed like a seduction scene from a cheesy movie. And she hadn’t got a clue what to do when it came to that, cheesy or otherwise.

And besides, she had only really been playing around. She thought they were going out. She didn’t realise he would see them.

Marko sensed her discomfort, and touched her hand. “I think it looks nice. Makes the room more friendly.”

“Whatever, I wasn’t expecting company.” She frowned. “That came out wrong. Can we just pretend I said ‘thanks’?”

“Done.” He intertwined his fingers with hers.

Luna shifted awkwardly, at a loss at how to behave. She’d never even kissed a guy before—except for Jason Wilson during a game of spin the bottle when she was twelve—and now she had a guy in her room and no parents—relatives, her mind amended quickly—to walk in and stop what might happen. Not that she was sure she wanted something not to happen, but the comfort zone was gone.

“Luna,” Marko tugged gently on her hand to get her attention.

“Did I zone out?” she asked sheepishly.

“Kind of,” he told her. “But, I just want you to know, I just want to spend time with you. There’s no need to be nervous around me.”

“Nervous?” She tried to laugh it off.

“Yeah, you are. I can sm—sense it.” He only just caught himself in time. He could smell her fear. “I’ll behave myself. I’m a true gentleman, I assure you.”

She smiled a little and shrugged. “This is kinda new to me.” Wonderful, Lu. Fantastic. Admit that you’ve got no experience, while simultaneously sounding like you want Marko to jump on you. Marvellous. “I mean…” She faltered.

Marko held up his hand to stop her. “I can see I’ve terrified you just by standing in your room. Do you want to go out instead? We could get something to eat. And you did agree to letting me take you for a ride on my bike.”

Luna relaxed. “Ok. Yeah. I’d like that, I’ve never been on a motorbike before.”

“Get your coat, it will be cold.”

“Marko, I’m sorry—”

“Don’t be,” He cut her off. “You only met me about…” He checked the clock near her bed. “Twenty-two hours ago.”

She smiled properly this time, and shrugged into her jacket.


Several hours later, they arrived back at Luna’s motel. She had no hesitation in inviting him in this time. He’d been remarkably sweet to her, taken her out to dinner, then they had ridden along the beach—it seemed like something out of a movie to her.

“I had a great time,” she said, turning to face him, resting her hands on his hips. “Really.”

“Me too. You’ll be glad to know that I’m only slightly nervous about asking if I can take you out tomorrow night,” he replied, his hand stroking her back.

“I’m not even slightly nervous about accepting,” she told him smugly.

She moved closer to him, wondering if she could fall in love with someone over night—or was that feeling just there because it was all new to her?

His hands moved to stroke her face and tangle in her hair as he leant forward to kiss her.

She moved her hands under Marko’s jacket, trailing her fingertips over the small band of smooth skin between his jeans and his T-shirt. She was very surprised to hear herself whisper, “Do you want to stay?”

His smile was answer enough.

I’ll take you up
Above ground
Over feel
Over fire

Beauty, love, flows, down, reach, out…
Every inch a new sensation
Stretches me out of my head
Out of my head
Into his
To taste it’s mind myself

I’ll take you up
Above ground
Over feel
Over fire

Beyond every time
More than I…
Over feel
Over fire

With my blood trapped around me
And my taste on my lips
My teeth
My hands
My heat
My brain and marrow

My flesh wrapped around me
My taste on my lips
My heat
My breath
My hands
My heat
My brain and marrow

I’ll take you up
Above ground
Over feel
Over fire
“Overfire” by THC


Second owner of the site, after Sammy handed it over. Lost Boys fan since the early 90s, owned this site since 2001. A bit nerdy. Fan of Marko. Wish I owned Star's skirt.