Everything around her vanished as he walked in. It was something in the way he held his hands; the way he walked, strutting slightly and obviously carrying a tune in his head. It wasn't that she liked him romantically; she just wanted him. He had big hands, she wanted to feel held by those hands. He was tall, built in a lean and hefty way, somehow... She wanted to feel wanted by him. He knew what she meant; she sensed that he'd been through a past that had caused him to be as reserved as she was, inside; he knew her city; he knew her language. She saw the flights of volubility and the bouts of confidence that she herself felt at times. And maybe it was narcissism, but she wanted him to want her; she wanted to feel his desire through his hands, wanted to know what it was like to kiss someone like him. She'd noticed... He had brilliant teeth, despite his... Habits.
What would it feel like, she wondered, as he settled down nearby; what would it feel like to be pinned to a wall under his weight? He smelled elusively familiarly hauntingly attractive. She wanted to feel that presence all around her. She was sure he was slim; he didn't seem to have anything unduly loose. She shivered as her gut clenched, feet shivered and hair stood on end on her limbs.
She could envision it as she sat there. There are crickets chirping outside, the air is otherwise still. Everyone else has fallen asleep a while back; she's up and standing at the window, looking out at the lights. She's going to have to face quite an inquisition the next day, and she's dreading it. After a little introspection, she decides that she needs another bout of deep breathing to calm her down. She turns inside, fumbling for where she'd dumped all her things, finding them with a minimum of noise and a lot of effort. She decides to change windows in case she woke anyone up, and heads deeper into the house. She stands and listens for sounds of awakening and prepares to settle down. "Don't." his voice makes her start and inhale sharply as she whips around. "I thought you were all asleep, did I wake you?"
He shakes his head, walking towards the window "Nah, I was up. Indulged a little by myself.".
She sniggers "Remember my warning..."
He sniggers right back, "I will. But give that shit up, dude. It's not as rewarding."
She shrugs and puts her belongings aside for the time being. Doesn't look like she'll need 'em for a bit, anyway. "I prefer it."
They're standing and looking out at the city some more and the darkness seems to get closer. She decides to walk away and get to bed and turns away, patting his shoulder as she leaves "I should crash. Later, dopey."
She's at the door when it closes, seemingly on its own steam, but she knows the real deal, she can feel him behind her.
"Hey, what?"
She can't see much, but she doesn't need to, as he comes closer, pushing her into the door, and himself into her. He doesn't say anything and neither does she. She doesn't want to. She can feel his hand slowly sliding up her waist, and it feels just like it looked like it would. He finds the border of her shirt and slowly starts taking the parallel route to what he had been taking; separated from the cool air only by the shirt. A sigh is all she can manage at the warmth of his hand and another as the other one joins the first. His hands splay across her back and side, caressing if they move even an inch. He leans over her shoulder and against the door, slowly lowering his head till it's in the crook of her neck. Shivers spread down her spine at the slight feeling of his breath on her neck.
And suddenly, she's awake again. She sighed as she realised, making a face as she did, that reality was vastly different from her fantastic pictures. She smiled at him, and settled down to the tasks she had.
What would it feel like, she wondered, as he settled down nearby; what would it feel like to be pinned to a wall under his weight? He smelled elusively familiarly hauntingly attractive. She wanted to feel that presence all around her. She was sure he was slim; he didn't seem to have anything unduly loose. She shivered as her gut clenched, feet shivered and hair stood on end on her limbs.
She could envision it as she sat there. There are crickets chirping outside, the air is otherwise still. Everyone else has fallen asleep a while back; she's up and standing at the window, looking out at the lights. She's going to have to face quite an inquisition the next day, and she's dreading it. After a little introspection, she decides that she needs another bout of deep breathing to calm her down. She turns inside, fumbling for where she'd dumped all her things, finding them with a minimum of noise and a lot of effort. She decides to change windows in case she woke anyone up, and heads deeper into the house. She stands and listens for sounds of awakening and prepares to settle down. "Don't." his voice makes her start and inhale sharply as she whips around. "I thought you were all asleep, did I wake you?"
He shakes his head, walking towards the window "Nah, I was up. Indulged a little by myself.".
She sniggers "Remember my warning..."
He sniggers right back, "I will. But give that shit up, dude. It's not as rewarding."
She shrugs and puts her belongings aside for the time being. Doesn't look like she'll need 'em for a bit, anyway. "I prefer it."
They're standing and looking out at the city some more and the darkness seems to get closer. She decides to walk away and get to bed and turns away, patting his shoulder as she leaves "I should crash. Later, dopey."
She's at the door when it closes, seemingly on its own steam, but she knows the real deal, she can feel him behind her.
"Hey, what?"
She can't see much, but she doesn't need to, as he comes closer, pushing her into the door, and himself into her. He doesn't say anything and neither does she. She doesn't want to. She can feel his hand slowly sliding up her waist, and it feels just like it looked like it would. He finds the border of her shirt and slowly starts taking the parallel route to what he had been taking; separated from the cool air only by the shirt. A sigh is all she can manage at the warmth of his hand and another as the other one joins the first. His hands splay across her back and side, caressing if they move even an inch. He leans over her shoulder and against the door, slowly lowering his head till it's in the crook of her neck. Shivers spread down her spine at the slight feeling of his breath on her neck.
And suddenly, she's awake again. She sighed as she realised, making a face as she did, that reality was vastly different from her fantastic pictures. She smiled at him, and settled down to the tasks she had.
