Post by Erik on Apr 1, 2009 21:17:45 GMT -7
Wrote this earlier when my laptop was being so incredibly laggy that I couldn't have anything open besides WordPad. >: Enjoy, I guess.
His eyes follow her, his body wanting to move towards her, his mind wanting to stay away. He wants her, that's for sure, but he knows damn well that he can't have her. No, he can't have her. Her dark long hair swaying and she walks beautifully, every urge inside him begging him to go after her. To stop her from walking out, to help him through this loneliness, to stay the night and comfort him the way he knows she does best. The music booming around them starts to get quiet, the people in the club dancing slowly fading away, the lights dimming, leaving just them two.
She turns, her gaze looking directly at him. He feels himself exhale instinctively, but can't seem to get another breath of air. Her amazing eyes, staring directly into his, oh how he wants her. Feels so connected, like she was right there in front of him, a kiss connecting them, but no, she's across the room, staring at him, like she's expecting something to happen. He tries to find answers deep in her eyes, but she turns away once again, a small smirk on her face as she continues her way to the door.
His mind finally gives in as he gets up from his seat, following her. He pushes open the door, slowly but urgently, as he steps outside and looks around. She's nowhere to be seen, and he growls softly under his breath. He bows his head, another one gone, before lifting it once again and turning back to the door. He steps back, seeing her standing there, her hands on her perfect hips, the fabric of her skin tight dress not leaving much to imagination. She stands there, looking at him, the smirk still on her face, her eyes showing that she's thinking of something.
"What do you want?" she whispers at him, bringing one of her fingers to the front of his body, gently trailing it up his shirt until she's poking the middle of his chest. He doesn't know how to respond, he feels afraid, scared that she'll run away if he tells her what he wants, that he despretely wants her, to feel her body against his under the sheets, to hear her soft moans and cries. He looks into her eyes, thinking of a proper response, before swallowing his fear and whispering "You. I want you."
Her smirk widens, much to his surprise, her cheeks showing a faint hint of redness, as she pulls her finger back, bring it to her lips to lightly suck on it, her mind at work again, thinking of what to do. Her smirk becomes a smile, her finger leaving her gorgeous lips, purposely dragging it down the front of her shirt, leading it to his hand, grabbing it gently, tenderly, passionately, looking at him and whispering "Then take me."
His eyes follow her, his body wanting to move towards her, his mind wanting to stay away. He wants her, that's for sure, but he knows damn well that he can't have her. No, he can't have her. Her dark long hair swaying and she walks beautifully, every urge inside him begging him to go after her. To stop her from walking out, to help him through this loneliness, to stay the night and comfort him the way he knows she does best. The music booming around them starts to get quiet, the people in the club dancing slowly fading away, the lights dimming, leaving just them two.
She turns, her gaze looking directly at him. He feels himself exhale instinctively, but can't seem to get another breath of air. Her amazing eyes, staring directly into his, oh how he wants her. Feels so connected, like she was right there in front of him, a kiss connecting them, but no, she's across the room, staring at him, like she's expecting something to happen. He tries to find answers deep in her eyes, but she turns away once again, a small smirk on her face as she continues her way to the door.
His mind finally gives in as he gets up from his seat, following her. He pushes open the door, slowly but urgently, as he steps outside and looks around. She's nowhere to be seen, and he growls softly under his breath. He bows his head, another one gone, before lifting it once again and turning back to the door. He steps back, seeing her standing there, her hands on her perfect hips, the fabric of her skin tight dress not leaving much to imagination. She stands there, looking at him, the smirk still on her face, her eyes showing that she's thinking of something.
"What do you want?" she whispers at him, bringing one of her fingers to the front of his body, gently trailing it up his shirt until she's poking the middle of his chest. He doesn't know how to respond, he feels afraid, scared that she'll run away if he tells her what he wants, that he despretely wants her, to feel her body against his under the sheets, to hear her soft moans and cries. He looks into her eyes, thinking of a proper response, before swallowing his fear and whispering "You. I want you."
Her smirk widens, much to his surprise, her cheeks showing a faint hint of redness, as she pulls her finger back, bring it to her lips to lightly suck on it, her mind at work again, thinking of what to do. Her smirk becomes a smile, her finger leaving her gorgeous lips, purposely dragging it down the front of her shirt, leading it to his hand, grabbing it gently, tenderly, passionately, looking at him and whispering "Then take me."