#3. Sideways (Fanfic + Picspam)
Most of us feel the life as a linear progression, a straight line or a one-way road. But every choice we make, however small, segments this road in a lot of new ones. One day you choose to drink hot coffee instead of leaving home without eating and then stain your clothes. You miss the bus to work, at the end of the day, you hear in the news that the same bus fell from the bridge and many people died.
The roads are endless.
Choices too.
He didn’t know it, and if he knew didn’t care. Life was just another road full of potholes and cliffs where he barely knew how he made this far.
But a little bump made him rethink it all.
A jerk on the plane, very cop-like, complained about the bump. Damn. Turning to apologize, he faced the olive-green eyes.
Pure electricity emanated from them.
He smiled, waiting for the reaction, and she rejected him with her eyes. “Skittish”, he thought to himself.
That’s how he liked.
He sat in his place and that image remained for a while in his head, stubborn. Intriguing. He wanted to irritate her, saying dirty words just to see her angry again. But the thought vanished, as soon as she came, like smoke.
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- Hold the door!
He listened. At the urging of the female voice, he put his hand on the elevator door preventing it shut. Here she comes in, panting.
What was the word for this?
Ah, fate. Fate really was a capricious mistress.
He checked her out when she entered the elevator. It was everything he imagined it would be.
- Welcome on board - he said, witty.
Got nothing in response.
- We were on the same flight, Sydney - he insisted.
- What about that. - She replied, moody.
It was getting good.
She covered her hands with a jacket, while still wearing one. Weird, huh? How many jackets a woman can use at the same time? Oh ... there was the reason. The brightness of a handcuff explained the situation.
So the guy was a cop, after all.
It was a pity when the thought of so much beauty locked in a cell. It would be better if she was handcuffed to his bed, naked. The thought made him look at her again, with a hint of desire that grow in your stomach, like a ball of fire. What if he pressed the dam emergency button and threw her at the wall right now? How would she react? Surely she would react as the wild cat that looked like she was. And then he would kiss her hard, putting his tongue in contact with hers, and the protests against his onslaught would stop. He would put his hand on her neck, tangled her curly hair and bringing her closer to him. Press his body against hers, making her feel it in full.
He would devour her right there, but didn’t.
He chose to accept the new rejection and remained where he was, just with the thought burning in the chest.
What would happen if he did that? Would she hit him? Flee? Ask his phone number?
He would never know. He took the safer road.
Damn the fate. Coincidence was the name of it.
Two guards entered the elevator, and he felt her tension from head to toe. She cringed in the corner, hiding her face with her hair, being privileged by the height of her unwanted companion to not be noticed. The guards are told the radio. "We have a 341!". He knew what it meant at that time.
When the elevator stopped, he stopped the guards from leaving.
- Ladies first.
He interfered in her life, even if only a little bit, just to give her a few seconds. She thanked him with a radiant smile, and he was happy.
Perhaps the guards didn’t even know who she was, maybe so. The fact is that he interfered. He chose the path where his choice interfered in the road of her life.
Even if it was only a curve.
What difference would it make, anyway? He would never even see her again.
Sideway skate: A picspam
When I was watching the awesome premiere of Lost, I saw ( as many others) very similarities between a few scenes from previous season and the ones whe had in LA X. So I decided to do a picspam to show how amazing this is.
Warning: Will break your dial-up. (image heavy)
The roads are endless.
Choices too.
He didn’t know it, and if he knew didn’t care. Life was just another road full of potholes and cliffs where he barely knew how he made this far.
But a little bump made him rethink it all.
A jerk on the plane, very cop-like, complained about the bump. Damn. Turning to apologize, he faced the olive-green eyes.
Pure electricity emanated from them.
He smiled, waiting for the reaction, and she rejected him with her eyes. “Skittish”, he thought to himself.
That’s how he liked.
He sat in his place and that image remained for a while in his head, stubborn. Intriguing. He wanted to irritate her, saying dirty words just to see her angry again. But the thought vanished, as soon as she came, like smoke.
---------------
- Hold the door!
He listened. At the urging of the female voice, he put his hand on the elevator door preventing it shut. Here she comes in, panting.
What was the word for this?
Ah, fate. Fate really was a capricious mistress.
He checked her out when she entered the elevator. It was everything he imagined it would be.
- Welcome on board - he said, witty.
Got nothing in response.
- We were on the same flight, Sydney - he insisted.
- What about that. - She replied, moody.
It was getting good.
She covered her hands with a jacket, while still wearing one. Weird, huh? How many jackets a woman can use at the same time? Oh ... there was the reason. The brightness of a handcuff explained the situation.
So the guy was a cop, after all.
It was a pity when the thought of so much beauty locked in a cell. It would be better if she was handcuffed to his bed, naked. The thought made him look at her again, with a hint of desire that grow in your stomach, like a ball of fire. What if he pressed the dam emergency button and threw her at the wall right now? How would she react? Surely she would react as the wild cat that looked like she was. And then he would kiss her hard, putting his tongue in contact with hers, and the protests against his onslaught would stop. He would put his hand on her neck, tangled her curly hair and bringing her closer to him. Press his body against hers, making her feel it in full.
He would devour her right there, but didn’t.
He chose to accept the new rejection and remained where he was, just with the thought burning in the chest.
What would happen if he did that? Would she hit him? Flee? Ask his phone number?
He would never know. He took the safer road.
Damn the fate. Coincidence was the name of it.
Two guards entered the elevator, and he felt her tension from head to toe. She cringed in the corner, hiding her face with her hair, being privileged by the height of her unwanted companion to not be noticed. The guards are told the radio. "We have a 341!". He knew what it meant at that time.
When the elevator stopped, he stopped the guards from leaving.
- Ladies first.
He interfered in her life, even if only a little bit, just to give her a few seconds. She thanked him with a radiant smile, and he was happy.
Perhaps the guards didn’t even know who she was, maybe so. The fact is that he interfered. He chose the path where his choice interfered in the road of her life.
Even if it was only a curve.
What difference would it make, anyway? He would never even see her again.
Sideway skate: A picspam
When I was watching the awesome premiere of Lost, I saw ( as many others) very similarities between a few scenes from previous season and the ones whe had in LA X. So I decided to do a picspam to show how amazing this is.
Warning: Will break your dial-up. (image heavy)