Just beyond the Reach

After waking from that crazy hangover and washing the comforter you begin to ache. Not the typical-I'm-Sick type of ache, the ache of sexual frustration reaching its peak. You attempt to call Rachael who you met at the club the other night and she literally laughs you off the phone. Frustrated and increasing in anger you sit down cross legged in the living room, flip to a meditation music channel and begin to chant to clear your mind to prep for your LONG ass day in school. You have 3-4 hour classes and if you don't get your mind right you won't make it through. You think about **** the chicken but realize it won't help and something is telling you to wait for that. You take a few deep breaths and recite your favorite chant.

HER: *what is he doing? * She wonders as she floats closer to him, "he smells wonderful, Mother give me the strength" She says.

HIM: Opening his eyes because he thought he heard something: "What?" Looking around in a panic but realizing noone is there he looks at his clock and figures he has about 15 minutes before he need to shower. He then closes his eyes and resumes his meditation.

HER: *Shit did he hear me?* she wonders, while his eyes are closed she hovers in front of his face. *What are you human?*

HIM: As he finishes his meditation he begins to pull himself back into reality, *What is that smell, is that Lilac?* not realizing he smelled his mate for the first time.