Dec 08, 2008 00:26
Alcohol coursed confidence through her veins. Her eyes glanced to the closed bedroom door before shifting focus to him. His head was bent down, fake focus toward the iPhone in his hands. A repeat of weekends past flashed through her mind as her long legs traveled over to him.
In a mix of pure desire and alcohol-induced seduction she kicked his hands free from his lap, straddling his body. She sat upright, balanced unevenly on his lap. He gently brushed her hair away from her face with both hands before their lips smashed into each other.
Her arms traveled to his sides, her hands anxiously grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt. His traveled the length of her back, sneaking up under her sweater. Their mouths hurriedly worked together as the underlying threat of being caught only made them want more. Faster.
A noise made them break apart.In a unison glance, their focus shifted to the bedroom door. Still closed.
Close call.
She leaned into his ear, breathing a soft plea for him to stay. He shook his head, muttering that he couldn’t. He wanted to. His lips kissed just beneath the scoop neck of her sweater to prove his point. He wanted to. But he couldn’t.