"I'm afraid I still don't quite understand this."

A rustle. A hand reaches out to pat the dresser for an item—a pair of glasses, a light, an alarm. The owner makes a noncommittal murmur accompanied by the hand flopping back down over the side of the bed. "What don't you understand?"

"For one thing…" The voice trails off for a moment, leaden with drowsiness before suddenly finding its way back. "For one thing, we haven't seen each other in years."

A chuckle. "What does that matter in love?"

"And for another—" The owner is cut off by the other reaching over and brushing fingers through hair. "Ow."

"You need to go comb this," mumbles the other, pawing the long strands without opening closed eyes. "Honestly, I can't understand how you can live with this—this thing."

"I've managed to survive," grumbles the other. "But for another thing, I don't even know if I love you. Or like you, for that matter."

Another chuckle, this one deeper. "Oh, I'm fairly sure you at least like me. If you don't remember, I can—"

"It's fine. I remember."

"Shame. I was hoping I would get to give you a replay." A creaking of the bed as the person roles over. The sheets tangle around long legs, emphasizing muscle and bone in the shadows created. Hand goes from hair to cheek, tracing bones and lower eyelids. "I do love reenacting things, you know."

"I didn't, actually. Know that, I mean." Breath intakes slowly, deeply as the fingers, thin and as lengthy as cobwebs spindle over skin, the ocean wind on desert lands. "There was a dream, you know. Before I woke up."

"Mm." The collarbone, traced in swirls and nail. Chest, torso, hips, all traced with cobweb fingers and spider-silk hands. "What was it about?"

Eyelids open, then shutter down again. Spots dancing in the dark, fireflies amongst the trees. "A boy. A man."

"A man?"

"He told me something. Something important." Eyes open, a deep red in the gloom. "But I don't remember anymore."

A hand, pressed on the back of spine. Firm. Cold.

"Sometimes," whispers she, "it's better not to remember."

And when the woman smiles, she can't help but close her eyes again, against the dark gold shining into the dark.

Yes, this one was gender-bender. I think that these two would really be hot as girls, no? (I should draw that sometime...) Anyways, I may make this one into a modern-day story instead when I have time, since I have more muse for it than the last one (sorry, guys). Would that be interesting? Yes? No?

Anyways, this concludes this collection. It was fun while it lasted, guys. Happy Thanksgiving to you Americans out there!