He laid in bed for hours searching his ceiling for its cloak and dagger encryption. Her shy smile played in endless loops in the back room picture show of his mind. Her fingers coyly tracing the edges of her wine glass was the image that was beyond etched into his memory. Oh how this night made him burn. Years of friendship worked a long slow spark into an inferno between them…but was it right? Gods, he didn’t want to mess up what they had but…his body, his soul, his essence and very being, everything he was screamed at voice shattering levels.
She stood before his door. Hand hovering like an unsure humming bird, ready to strike, to knock…but frozen. Wild and unfamiliar thoughts snaked through her mind as if electric eels decided to delight in a cocaine party. Nonsense, all of it. She knew that…but what moved her to her current position was beyond her. Her feet, her body conspired and plotted mutiny, drawing her in for her destruction. She’ll have to remember to get them back if she somehow survived their uprising.
Sinister whispers wound in his mind about how terribly close she was…on the spare bed in the guest room…of course he could just kneel by the bed and confess…she would understand. No! He clenched his fists as they lay over his stomach and decided lying on his back wouldn’t work anymore. As he turned on his left shoulder he noticed a break in the faint light coming from under the door. His heart jumped while his mind scrambled to work out all possible scenarios. It had to be her, his mind couldn't be playing a cruel trick on him. It was only after an eternity of breathless thoughts that his racing heart and thundering pulse demanded attention. He took a breath which burned in his chest like wildfire and seemed to wake his awareness to the frenzied emergency call the rest of his body was answering. Almost too painful was the ache, the burning, the flurry of thoughts in is numbed blazing mind.
What was she doing? It seemed like endless ages passed before she realized she stood immobilized like some dusty statue before his door. Guhhh… she knew better, she chided and let her hand drop. What was she going to say anyway??? Possibilities worked out in her mind as awkward primary school plays, leaving her mouth dry. Finally, the shocky electric exposed nerves racing through her body began to calm. Sobering rationality snuck through the back door. She smiled at her foolishness, half happy it was receding. Half grieving sanity's arrival. She turned back to her room thinking…maybe… maybe they would talk about this in the morning over coffee.
The door flung open behind her stalling her with a harsh jolt. She froze just as solidly as she had been only seconds prior. She felt him move behind her as if the air before him fled the impending doom. Maybe she was just projecting.
He couldn’t say anything. His words tripped and piled up in a heap before they could leave his mouth. But that didn’t matter, his base instincts assured him. His body in its tidal wave-revolt moved him forward until he stood before her.
Electricity hung in the air. Biting, stinging energy jumped between them and he noticed the tense set to her shoulders, the fine tremor running down her arms and her fingers were clenched tightly into fists. Her eyes regarded the chair molding with scrupulous attention.
It felt like an eternity passed before he realized he had to do something. Though, looking back it was only fractions of a second. Still he could not find words, or call her name.
Tentatively he drew her gaze to him with his finger curled under her chin. To his relief she complied, but he wasn’t prepared for the pained look in her eyes. Her brows knit in concern and her lips moved wordlessly. She shook her head and began to pull away.
No, no, no, no…every particulate within him screamed not to let her go…not after coming this close, not after so many years. Instinct placed his hand along the strong curve of her jaw and neck and fingers entwined in her hair at her nape. She gave him wide eyes and placed hesitant fingers on his wrist.
He captured her lips with his, reveling in the long awaited pleasure. They were so soft, even softer than he’d imagine. He pulled back just enough to regard her, praying that she wanted the same thing. Her face was terribly unreadable for him even if he could get the smoke out of his mind he wasn't sure if he could translate her cypher. The pause seemed endless...tortuous. When would she dec…
Before another thought could form in his mind she recaptured his lips and drove any doubts away with her burning passion. Tongue tasting unwinding desires expelled in a furry of indelicate demanding touches, punctuated with desperate moans. Unknowing and uncaring moments entwined her legs tightly around his hips, her arms around his broad shoulders. And her back pushed hard against the wall. The hallway was not where he wanted to be for this as the only rational thought that broke through his mind demanded he take his time with her.
Carefully and with every ounce of concentration he could muster he retreated into his room with her drowning above him.
She stood before his door. Hand hovering like an unsure humming bird, ready to strike, to knock…but frozen. Wild and unfamiliar thoughts snaked through her mind as if electric eels decided to delight in a cocaine party. Nonsense, all of it. She knew that…but what moved her to her current position was beyond her. Her feet, her body conspired and plotted mutiny, drawing her in for her destruction. She’ll have to remember to get them back if she somehow survived their uprising.
Sinister whispers wound in his mind about how terribly close she was…on the spare bed in the guest room…of course he could just kneel by the bed and confess…she would understand. No! He clenched his fists as they lay over his stomach and decided lying on his back wouldn’t work anymore. As he turned on his left shoulder he noticed a break in the faint light coming from under the door. His heart jumped while his mind scrambled to work out all possible scenarios. It had to be her, his mind couldn't be playing a cruel trick on him. It was only after an eternity of breathless thoughts that his racing heart and thundering pulse demanded attention. He took a breath which burned in his chest like wildfire and seemed to wake his awareness to the frenzied emergency call the rest of his body was answering. Almost too painful was the ache, the burning, the flurry of thoughts in is numbed blazing mind.
What was she doing? It seemed like endless ages passed before she realized she stood immobilized like some dusty statue before his door. Guhhh… she knew better, she chided and let her hand drop. What was she going to say anyway??? Possibilities worked out in her mind as awkward primary school plays, leaving her mouth dry. Finally, the shocky electric exposed nerves racing through her body began to calm. Sobering rationality snuck through the back door. She smiled at her foolishness, half happy it was receding. Half grieving sanity's arrival. She turned back to her room thinking…maybe… maybe they would talk about this in the morning over coffee.
The door flung open behind her stalling her with a harsh jolt. She froze just as solidly as she had been only seconds prior. She felt him move behind her as if the air before him fled the impending doom. Maybe she was just projecting.
He couldn’t say anything. His words tripped and piled up in a heap before they could leave his mouth. But that didn’t matter, his base instincts assured him. His body in its tidal wave-revolt moved him forward until he stood before her.
Electricity hung in the air. Biting, stinging energy jumped between them and he noticed the tense set to her shoulders, the fine tremor running down her arms and her fingers were clenched tightly into fists. Her eyes regarded the chair molding with scrupulous attention.
It felt like an eternity passed before he realized he had to do something. Though, looking back it was only fractions of a second. Still he could not find words, or call her name.
Tentatively he drew her gaze to him with his finger curled under her chin. To his relief she complied, but he wasn’t prepared for the pained look in her eyes. Her brows knit in concern and her lips moved wordlessly. She shook her head and began to pull away.
No, no, no, no…every particulate within him screamed not to let her go…not after coming this close, not after so many years. Instinct placed his hand along the strong curve of her jaw and neck and fingers entwined in her hair at her nape. She gave him wide eyes and placed hesitant fingers on his wrist.
He captured her lips with his, reveling in the long awaited pleasure. They were so soft, even softer than he’d imagine. He pulled back just enough to regard her, praying that she wanted the same thing. Her face was terribly unreadable for him even if he could get the smoke out of his mind he wasn't sure if he could translate her cypher. The pause seemed endless...tortuous. When would she dec…
Before another thought could form in his mind she recaptured his lips and drove any doubts away with her burning passion. Tongue tasting unwinding desires expelled in a furry of indelicate demanding touches, punctuated with desperate moans. Unknowing and uncaring moments entwined her legs tightly around his hips, her arms around his broad shoulders. And her back pushed hard against the wall. The hallway was not where he wanted to be for this as the only rational thought that broke through his mind demanded he take his time with her.
Carefully and with every ounce of concentration he could muster he retreated into his room with her drowning above him.
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