This one's for @broddahbean I hope you enjoy! (I'm sorry but for some reason the image isn't loading)

It was November 4th, a mere 7 months since the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. Yes, Martin Luther King Jr, the man who brought so much change into this shitty world we live in. You could only hope and pray that he was a hero for the Civil Rights Movement, and that things would change in the next 50 years for your fellow African American brothers and sisters.

You marched proudly with your sign that read: "End the War before it Ends You!" Your heart hurt with heartbreak with the thought of the man who made such a change, shot dead at a motel, probably with a hopeful heart and a well prepared speech.

Your sign seemed to catch the eye of a stunning man. He had similar hair to that of a lion's mane, his face crafted like the angels' themselves. He had deep, blue eyes that held the universe deep within them.

He walked toward you, shy.

"Need someone to stand with?" He asked quietly. He had a deep voice, roaring with pain as much as your own soul did.

"Yeah." You said quickly, your green eyes flashing to see his familiar, yet intimidating face.

He stood next to you, your shoulders only half a centimeter apart.

"So," He asked with a deep voice, "what's your name?"

"Eliza." You said shy.

"I've never heard anything like that before. It's nice." He said awkwardly.

You held back a chuckle. You couldn't stand his boyishness, it was almost comedic.

There was an awkward tension between the two of you, the flirtation getting more and more obvious by the minute.

He finally spoke up, "So, Eliza, wanna come over to my place?"

You were submissive to his request.

You were walking down the old street, hand in hand, paces equal.

Out of nowhere you had this feeling of safeness and security you had never had before.

-Time skip-

Here you were, sitting on a near stranger's couch, face to face, examining the build and structure of one another's face.

"You eyes are pretty," He said genuinely.

You laughed, "thanks. Yours aren't too bad either."

He had a massive grin on his face, and next thing you know, he scooped you right up.

He brought you to the bedroom, both of your paces quickening.

He placed you on the bed, stripped you down, and rubbed you all over. Examining the different curves your skin and body made.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

You smiled, it was funny how you gave him all of you.

And things happened, things you can imagine yourself.

After you were both finished, you laid curled up and naked under the cool linen sheets in his tiny bed, staring at the building across the street, as he did live in New York.

You fell asleep on his chest, leaving the shitty world behind you.