By the time we stumble back to my apartment the air is icy sharp and our bodies have been sobered by possibilities of what lays behind the door. The air is so cold my breath condenses into a dense cloud in front of my face but my body is on fire, my ear and chest feel like they’re burning, Beck is wearing my jacket and even though the sleeves way to big and the bottom hits her half way down her thighs it looks good on her, the greediness I felt before is replaced with a bone deep ache, I am wanting, I am needing and I am hoping all in one feeling.
I’m walking up the stairs and her hand is a burning hot reminder in mine that this is really happening, she pulls me to a halt.
“One second.” She takes the jacket off and hangs it over the banister. She looks at me in the half light and my heart melts in my chest, I take a step towards her and she loops her hands around my neck and looks up at me with her head crooked.
“Only do this if you’ll still be there when I wake up tomorrow morning.” She says, fear just behind her eyes.
“Scouts honour.” Her lips meet mine and the world stops turning, The Ache flares once and then starts to leave, her mouth opens mine, my mouth opens hers our breath mixes, The taste that both out mouths make is a heady mix of cigarettes, tequila and rich chocolate.
My head spins when her hand runs up my jaw, I pull away, take her hand and lead her the rest of the way to the master bedroom.
As soon as we’re in the dark room, she grabs me and kisses me again, she unbuttons my shirt and runs her freezing hands up my chest, i shudder and slip her blouse over her head, she pulls back.
“Love and lust…nice.” I look down at my chest, Love and lust are written in my spindly record font and dark black ink, I glance over at her tattoo at first I thought her tattoo had been black but in the half light dark purples, blues, greys and reds make up the colours, the design itself is swirling tendrils and shapes.
“I like yours.” She laughs and kisses me again, my fingers fumble with the clasp on her bra, for a moment and we both laugh her eyes meet mine and all the sadness is gone playful happiness and lust replacing it.
The velvety blanket cover makes a swishing noise as she wraps herself in the covers, no one has ever looked so good in so little. I slide under the covers next to her, her bare skin on mine heats my body to boiling point, she whispers in my ear.
“I love you.” Her voice is growly with sleep and lust. I whisper the words back and kis the pale skin on her shoulder. She shivers and I smile. Tonight will be one to remember.
third instalment, saucier from suggestion