I had just finished watching Wuthering Heights and the song by Queen that is quoted in the story came to mind. With those words ringing in my head and while feeling a bit melancholy, I sat down to start this story.

Henry Pim breathed in the scent of the woman as she pillowed his head on her bare legs. His hands wandered to brush against the delicate skin of her thighs. He ran his fingertips across them, leisurely enjoying the sensation. A wily smile traversed his unshaven features as his nomadic touch traveled yet further up the woman’s naked skin. He now stroked her exposed sides, lower back, and the the area just below her breasts. He chuckled as he felt her legs twitch slightly beneath his head.

“Enjoying yourself?” The woman leaned to the side to whisper in his ear.

Henry felt her bosom resting on his forehead and closed eyes as her hot breath entered his ear. Her long locks lightly came to rest on top of his bare chest and flittered down around his open shirt.

“Perhaps we should stop,” he said, forcing himself to stop stroking her naked form and returning his shaky hands to his sides. His voice sounded hoarse and excited.

“If that is what you wish,” the woman whispered in response, and Henry felt the soft sensation of her body lift away.

“It’s not safe, Alexia.” Henry mastered his trembling hands while clearing and strengthening his voice.

“Not safe for whom?” Alexia played with his uncombed black hair. Her fingers delicately caressed his brow. “You are the one who is sweating, not I.”

“Alexia!”

“Shhh, Do not shout so,” Alexia soothed as she lightly pressed Henry's head back down into her lap. “If truth be told, I too was getting somewhat warm.”

Henry, his eyes still tightly closed, nestled the back of his head into her waist and enjoyed the perfume such an action always created. He listened until she sighed sharply, then he stopped the movement and settled for just continuing to rub her legs. The two were silent for a timeless period, each enjoying the other's teasing as they bonded in empathy.

“Alexia?” Henry broke the silence of sensations between them.

“Hum?” Alexia moaned.

“I’m going to have to open my eyes soon,” Henry spoke as he dropped his hands gloomily to his sides.

“So soon,” Alexia said, her voice holding a note of despair as she bent down to brush her lips across his forehead. “Surely there's still time?”

“No,” Henry lifted his head regretfully from the warm, soft cradle her lap had made for it. His eyes still closed, he turned in what he thought would be the direction facing her. He reached out his hands and felt her guide them to her bare shoulders. An old Queen song began to play itself over and over in his mind.

“There's no time for us, there's no place for us. What is this feeling that I feel that’s set aside for us? Who wants to live forever, who dares to love forever—when love must die!”

Henry Pim let his fingers brush her hair. “Tell me the color.”

“Flaxen,” Alexia wept as she spoke.

“Not dark, but light like the dawn of a new day.” Henry moved his right hand to her face. “And the color of your eyes?”

“Blue.”

Something wet touched Henry's fingers as she spoke. He moved both hands until they framed her face. “And your skin?”

“Smooth and white with a tinge of color.”

Henry pulled her gently to him until their lips briefly touched.

“It’s time,” he whispered to her lips as he opened his eyes wide. A flash of light blinded him as a wave of pain tore through every muscle in his body. He felt something hard rush up to meet his unprotected head, and then the echoing vibration of his head contacting with it. The light faded as did the pain, and an unwashed, unkempt Henry Pim, one of thousands of nonentity homeless vagabonds, slowly picked himself up.