High Tide

It's a beautiful day, birds are doing their thing, people living their lives as they tend to do, and there you are... Can you see yourself? You're with someone.

You can feel the chemistry there, and you don't know how long you can last without physically reaching out and indulging yourself. Although, within the space of a minute, it seems like your desperate need has managed to convect itself across the distance between the two of you. Without undue haste, you begin to stroll towards the nook you've been eyeing for a while, and settle down, still in the middle of innocuous conversation. It's slightly cramped; it is a nook, after all, so you have to snuggle together in order that nobody's uncomfortable. Your arms need more space than you have to offer, so you throw them around each other's waists, and the other hands, you clasp in your lap. Slowly, you notice that the alien arm around your waist has found an interesting resting place in the shelter of your arm, and the fingers are taking their evening walk on your rib-cage. The hand on your lap is enjoying itself, reveling in the niche it seems to have discovered. The fingers at your rib-cage drop suddenly, making you irresistibly tempted to protest; till you notice that the arm has shifted, and is mirroring your arm and its movements on your playmate's back, under cover of t-shirt. You make an excuse of ruffling hair to caress the face so close to your own, so tempted to kiss it, but seriously distracted by the feeling of those fingers sliding higher up your back to where they'd been before, only without the protective clothing layer between skin and skin. And those other fingers, they're not even bothering to move; the hand seems to have achieved some sort of nirvana, the warmth of the hand adding to the warmth you can feel under the jeans layer. Meanwhile, your hands are busy as well. This is an attractive back; smooth, slightly downy. And the other hand is in heaven; playing at the waistband of slightly loose jeans, feeling the heat that's being generated there. Footsteps approach, and suddenly, both sets of limbs shiver in the cool air as someone passes by, tossing you a curious look. You follow the passer-by out of sight, while those hands are at it again, sliding up your leg, fingers taking their time feather-dusting your leg. More people pass by, looking at you, but they can't see what you're feeling. They wouldn't be as okay with your perching where you were if they knew what was going on in the pit of your stomach. You want to return the favour, but you're too caught up in this feeling.

A phone rings. It's time to leave.

You stand up, collect your bags, and walk out.

Nobody but you can see the reason your face looks like you've spent the last few hours in a bar. But you know, and you can still feel the touch on your skin, and you want; you want like crazy. Not that that makes any difference right now, you chastely sit in the bus and head homewards, waves of painful desire hitting you in the gut.

Territory Issues

She couldn't contain her excitement. This was like her wildest fantasies come to life. All at once, too.
She met him off the train, showing him what she knew of the city on their way back, feeling his presence right there next to her. It was surreal.
She introduced him to the staff and saw her mother settle him into the room next door. She blinked a hundred times, just to make sure that this was really happening and that she wasn't dreaming. "Come see the outside."
They walked into the garden, shivering slightly in the cool air.
"I cannot believe you're here.."
He looked at her and smiled "Me neither. And in the room right next to yours."
She grinned up at him "So do you plan on entertaining visitors after hours, sir?"
"Yes, of course. I've already been to these famous kothis and booked my wares."
"Eww.. They're icky. I'll get you an alternative. And you won't have to pay, even."
She looked at him, she couldn't believe he was here.
They got through dinner, the parents and sister making conversation where the two of them lacked the ability to. They played a game of taboo, chilled with the family, and eventually, yawning and stretching, they all retired to their respective rooms.
She waited till the snores from her parents' room were loud enough to be real and then texted to find if he was awake. It was very believable that he'd be asleep, exhausted by the trip and the day and... He was awake. Softly, she slipped out of her bed and crept over to the connecting door. The lock slid open and she was in.
They locked the doors, covered the windows and clung together.
"I can't believe you're here. I can't believe we're here.."
"I know, I know.."
She reached for his face, running her hand over his cheek and pulling his head down so she could finally get that kiss she'd been dying to get.
"Listen.."
He looked at her. "I've always wanted to know what it would be like to do this in the winter.."
He laughed at her "It's still not winter, you know"
"Tch, yeah, I know... But it's cold.."
He pulled her top off "And now it's colder.."
She smiled and returned the favour, savouring the warmth of his body, the warmth of his arms around her.
They retired to the makeshift bed on the ground, driven there by a creaking bed and the cold air.
As he maneuvered into place, she suppressed a moan. It had been weeks. Okay, maybe ONE week. But it was never enough, this.
He moved rhythmically, swiftly, both of them getting frenzied towards the end. As they lay together on the ground, covered by the blanket, she kissed any part of him that she could reach.
"Hah, you're on my turf now, boy. Doomed to do as I ask.."
He tickled her mercilessly for that one. And then settled down to running his hands along her torso, causing ripples of goosebumps to run along her, like the ripples that ran through him every time she ran her freezing fingers along the nape of his neck.
She snuck back to her bed as her parents awoke and fell asleep, cuddled inside her blankets; she could feel the smug glow around her like another layer of bedclothes.

Goodbye Till Tomorrow

There was urgency. It wasn’t time, this time. They had plenty of that; the whole day, in fact. They were lucky this time. But it was just that it had been too damn long and it promised to be a long time coming in the future.

“You’re sure…?”

“Mm-hmm…”

The house was empty till dinnertime. It was just plain luck. She reached down and her fingers grazed the wooden plank his bed lay on.

His breath on her neck tickled, but she was so intent on his nearness that it didn’t even register the way it would have otherwise. She sighed in contentment mingled with desire. It sounded tacky, but this really was what she felt. She wanted him never to stop, but she wanted him at the same time. So badly, the yanking need in the pit of her stomach was getting hard to ignore.

“Wait, you mind if we… I really, really want…”

She felt terrible for saying it, but the feeling of his skin on hers, the presence near her leg, the painful want were all a tad much for her self control. Besides, he was leaving tomorrow. She needed him now.

Mm… So good, SO good this felt.

She watched as he prepared himself, leaned down and kissed him, and then they turned over. She gasped as he entered. Oh GOD, so good. She held on to him almost for dear life. “Stay like that for a sec? If you don’t mi--” His lips cut her off and she kissed him back, relishing every moment, knowing that these memories would return and kick her in the gut when she was away.

Slowly, as he began moving, she sighed and moaned together. He was so close, so warm, his sweat was attractive. She couldn’t believe how well they fit together; she didn’t want to move apart. He moved faster and faster, gasping slightly. She felt the pressure herself, the desperate stretching, the hand she held gripped hers harder and harder, till he finally stilled.

She almost grabbed at him as he left to clean up. It was torture to wait for him to return, but eventually, the door opened and he came back and lay down.

She snuggled into his warm arms, savouring the feel of his hands all over her body. She loved to have his hands roaming her like this, she felt so cared for, so protected, so wanted. And she wanted him despite the events of the recent past. It was insane, this insatiable need.

Her hands floated over his face, his neck, his smooth, smooth back. She loved how his back felt under her hands, she loved to smooth her hands down his sides, loved the little hollow between his upper and lower back. She loved his scent; there were times that just that little whiff was enough to set her off. She lifted herself off her side and moved lower down, kissing her way along, experimentally flicking her tongue in and out. She reached her target, enjoying how the taste retained the memory of their recent interaction. “I’m sorry you’ve to taste plastic…”

She grinned, “Hey, small price to pay for the rest of this package.”

He reached down and brought her higher so his lips could reach hers. She clung to him like there would be no tomorrow, hands roaming everywhere she could reach. All they could hear in his room was the fan and the odd moans she couldn’t stop. He moved to her neck, collarbone, biting, licking, kissing, and teasing her. He let his weight pin her down and breathed at her neck, hands at her sides. Helpless, she felt every ticklish sensation and writhed in a fit of giggles, half-heartedly pushing him away. He raised his face to grin at her panting, flushed, sweating face “Evil boy.” She whispered at him. He replied, kissing her hard.

Slowly, he floated lower, sucking and kissing and biting till he reached his destination and she gasped. Oh man. It was her turn to grip his hand in mindless expression of the sensations he inspired. There went the want again, prodding, prompting, driving her to tug at his hand reluctantly, until they combined their rhythms again, moving slower this time, as she unconfidently rocked or raised and lowered herself, his nails tracing patterns down her back till his urgency got him to hold her close and take matters into his own capable hands as she felt her hair getting damper and damper, and they finally rolled off each other. He headed for the bathroom after a parting, lingering kiss.

She lay back, still feeling his arms around her, still feeling the rhythm, craving his nearness again. He returned, and this time they lay there, intertwined, just being together.

“I’m going to miss you.”

It was always her who said it first. “So much…” He was good with the voice modulation. She loved it when he said it like that; there wasn’t much she didn’t like about him, now that you come to it. But his wonderful voice, it made her melt.

She hugged him closer, feeling the pressure of his arms in reply.

“I’m so lucky.”

A Story

The fingers creeping up her back

Shivers shoot up and down her limbs

The fine down she hopes he cannot see

Stands up to be counted, because it's him.

Hands held, hurriedly abandoned

We don't want to get in trouble, do we?

But the distance eats into the joy

Being with him needs confirmation.

She needs to know that it's still real

She needs to know he's not another daydream

She needs to feel him near her

He's her shield, he's her drug.

Kisses snatched in the dust

It's been too long, too damn long

Passionate, paranoid, hidden

Catchphrases of their relationship.

His hands under cover, hers caressing

Breath quickening, legs getting weaker

His lips at her neck, shivers running through both

Her hands now seeking cover.

Footsteps sounding on the wood

Push them apart in a hurry

The cold rushing in to remind her 

Of his recent nearness

The coldness, shivers that she hates 

With a passion she reserves only for this

Those painful reminders of want

When he's not around.

The ache in places she shouldn't have discovered yet

The remembrance of him

Near, in, around, so warm and real

The sweat, the breath, the insane tickle

All a part of the experience

She can't believe how lucky she is.

Cloak-and-Dagger

Secret assignations have a certain charm about them, do they not?
There's no high more potent than that from a clandestine meeting or a stolen kiss. There's no high better than a clandestine meeting of a stolen kiss with the one person who makes all the blues turn to a beautiful, classy grey. There's no high better than seeing that person, talking to them in public, holding hands chastely, talking to everyone else and to each other like nothing but a slight preference exists, but knowing the truth all along. Maybe it's just me, but how does it matter what the universal truth is? I think so, I get my high, and he doesn't hate me yet. All's well in the world.

After the Break

It was dark outside by the time they slipped inside the door. She remembered what she'd felt like as a kid when she waited and waited for her birthday so that she could get at the books she knew were coming. This was so different, but the feeling was the same. She waited long enough to ascertain that the house was empty and the strange sounds were really not human. He had barely shut the door behind him and she knew it was irresponsible, but she couldn't wait any longer.
"Hey.. Are you sure the door's properly closed this time?" She had a strange compulsion to make inane conversation.
"Eh, if it's jammed, we'll just wait for people to get back home. They'll be glad to meet you."
She grimaced at him, leaning against him, savouring the wonderful feeling she got just by being near him. "No thank you. I do NOT want to hide indefinitely in the bathroom again."
God, she just wanted to kiss him! She dug her face into his chest and inhaled deeply. Bliss.
She raised her head and he brought his face down to meet her as she stretched up to him, and they kissed. It was like the first sip of water when you're tired, it was like the first taste of something you've been craving for. It was everything she'd been wanting for a very long time.
They broke away and looked at each other. They'd managed to move into his room, now, somehow. He moved to shut his bedroom door, and she walked up to him, unable to deal with the sudden chill after his warmth. "Too far.." She whispered as she reached up again.
The room was silent and all they could hear was the sea outside. He ran his fingers through her hair, down her back, up her sides; she moaned from the sheer want that she'd been fighting for the past month. His hands were like magic, distracting her while his lips moved down to her neck. He knew she would squirm and she did as he breathed on her neck, causing goosebumps to form on her arms. She parted his shirt at the neck, kissing his collarbone, biting his neck, inhaling his scent. He tugged at her tshirt and she nodded, almost while he pulled it over her head, as she unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Finally. Finally, his back under her fingers, unhampered by clothes and the paranoia of the authorities walking in on them. They flopped onto bed, still exploring each other, still savouring every second that they had managed to get together.
Eventually, their jeans joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and all other stitches of clothing. He was such an irresistible creature, he was so amazing, he smelled so good.. His hands were magic, his mouth was as well.. She wanted him now. "Hey.. My turn" She whispered as she slid lower while he made his preparations. When she straddled him, she sighed in contentment. So good..
They moved together, sweating with the exertion. She, less than he did. The insane high she was getting, the feeling of every movement, the feel of his hands and his face in the crook of her neck, the fingernails he had recently trimmed, everything losing their self-possession of earlier and now moving as they wanted to. She felt her teeth bite his neck in an effort to not moan, she squeezed his back harder as they neared their finale. He lay down on her, panting, as she kissed his neck, enjoying the scent of him, enjoying his weight, enjoying it all.
Slowly, he extracted himself and headed off to clean up, returning to kiss her and hold her close. She loved this feeling; when he held her and looked at her and played with her hair. She felt surrounded by an impenetrable force, something that made her happy beyond belief, and it wasn't just because of the physical heights she was hitting. As she lay there, reveling in the wonder that was the lying there with him, his phone rang, prompting her to reach for her clothing. "Ey, wait.. Would you mind another round?"
She stopped. "But.. People?"
"There's still a little time..."
She moved closer to him. "Hmm, I don't know. It seems like cutting it a little fine, no?"
She kissed him, dropping her clothes back on the floor, running her fingers through his hair.
"Mmm... That"