I wrote something while staying at home...
Hmmm... I guess I haven't got much to say about this thing, it's at least parts long and as I didn't come up with a good title the title sucks. [Surprise!]
I've been what I've been and I've felt like writing something that I've written here. [I make no sense...]
Title: I'd Love to Kiss You
Author: pi_ankh
Rating: none needed [they just drink...]
Genre: something weird, maybe romantic with a hint of angst?
Disclaimer: I need none as invented it whole!
Notes: I haven't really written anything lately, this didn't come up how I intended. [another surprise -_-] I'm really bad at reading my stories through in search for my stupid spelling errors so if you find some, feel free to tell me. What else? It is fiction, remember that... and I'm still a dialogue freak, all together I'm a freak, like you can see after reading this drabble. Comments are always more that appreciated... It's much longer than my usual things... scary
I'd Love to Kiss You
"If you hate your studies, why study?" he asked from me the day before yesterday. "Why don't you take a break? It might help you. We could take a drink and play cards maybe."
"You know I could kiss you for that…"
"Well now… Don't start making wicked proposals; I was just giving you a totally innocent proposition…"
"Knowing you, one big pervert, you'd love that…"
"You never know…"
"Hah!"
"So what you want? Soda, diet, whiskey, cider, beer? Something hard? Mixed? With or without rocks?"
"Surprise me. Tonight I could take what ever. Life just hates me. What ever you give me, I'll regret it tomorrow."
"So strong it shall be then! Why regret if not taking better stuff?"
"Haha! You always make the best excuses."
"Here, cheers for that!" He smiled while giving the glass to me. Maybe it was just my lack of sleep, but I thought I saw something wicked in his eyes. Not that ultimate malice, but the kind of wicked you see in kids eyes when they've done they're tricks. I looked at him over the glass and took a sip. I nodded him my approval and he took his own glass. "Doing the sipping again?"
"You know me; I don't waste good stuff with bottoms up. What do you call this mixture?"
"Call it? Hmm… Let me think… Medicine for school, perhaps? No, not catchy enough. Friday Special? No…"
"Mate's Grand Tour?"
"That sounds cool, but I still won't tell you what's in it. Want to play cards?"
"Sure, here on the floor or…?"
"No, I've got a poker table in the corner."
"Wow! Really? When did you get that?"
"Last week, got it cheep from a friend of mine, said he'd had enough of it. Tell you the truth he wasn't that good at it and he didn't want to play anymore."
"I'm not that good at poker either, besides I don't have any money to play with."
"You don't always have to play for money."
"Well, yeah.. My friends and I used to play water poker when we were kids. It was rather fun, gladly I have a good bladder."
"I was thinking about one other form, but water's nice too…"
"Clothes as wages you mean?" Now I felt the red rising to my cheeks. Usually I'm comfortable talking about all kinds of stuff with him, but when I'm alone with him and the subjects get to more intimae I get uncomfortable, sort of. "Never tried that one."
"I played it once, I didn't win nor lose, we didn't play to the very end. The last one was still wearing clothes." He chuckled at his memory. "Wanna try a round?" he suggested casually and took a gulp of his "Mate's Grand Tour".
"Maybe it's not that good idea…" Maybe when I were drunk…
"Then with the water version, but only with some tequila. Loser takes a shot."
"Maybe we should compromise a limit though? Maybe after five or six shots we're done?"
"If you want so. If you deal, I'll get the bottle and glasses."
"Sure." What drove me to choose the alcohol version instead of the cloth one?
"Here we go. Took the lemon and salt too, can't really take it without them, eh?"
"Not really. Five cards, right?"
"Yeah. You remember the order of the hands?"
"Guess so, if not then I'll be totally wasted in fifteen minutes."
"Man, it's hot in here. Just deal, I'll take the sweater off." When he drew his sweater off he pulled his T-shirt up too and I saw some of his skin. Shivers ran through me and I dealt the cards. I didn't have a good hand, just ace and some mixed useless cards. I sipped my drink and he asked for two cards. I gave them and took three for myself. There were seven, king and an ace! I had the highest pair but it wouldn't take me far.
"What you've got?"
"Three kings. You?"
"Ace pair… Time for a drink it seems." I poured myself a glassful and grabbed the lemon after putting some salt to the back of my hand. The drink burned my throat and the sour lemon didn't help that much to be honest. Coughing slightly I drop down the lemon slice and gather the cards. "Hopefully I deal better cards this round" I state to him and start dealing. My mind wanders away for a second and I flip his card over, king of hearts. "Sorry! I'll do a re-deal. My mistake." I stretched my hand to get the cards and his hand fell on it.
"I've never considered myself as superstitious, but this time I'll believe in the cards." He drew my hand and looked me in the eyes. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at me? How your eyes wander all over me when I'm not looking and always looking somewhere else when I'm looking. How you never touch me and how you flinch every time we accidentally touch. No matter if it's just a bump in the corridor or a hands touching while trying to get something from the table, reaching for the remote… I've felt it all, and it made me feel… How should I put it? I was admired. I was admired as you make me feel something, something I haven't felt before."
"Well now…" He made me blush, for the second time that night. "I'm not like that… I don't… eat you with my eyes or something…" my voice turned to a whisper. There is so much more in him than his looks. Actually he wasn't the Prince Charming type I've always had in mind. He is ordinary man, no, not ordinary, there is this special charm in him, something that draws me to him like flowers draw bees. He's somewhat normal, in a weird sort of way; I wouldn't want him to be anything else.
"See now. You never make the first move, my dear friend. You're always waiting for someone else to take the initiative. I've watched you from the side for a couple of years now and it seems that I might just be the first one to make the move. Why are you always so shy and scared to show your feelings?"
"I… I guess I never learned to show out how I feel. The only feeling I've learned to show out has been sadness. I've become able to cry if someone's present, but I still rather close into my shell and be alone. I've always wanted to be strong and by not showing my emotions I am strong, or so I've believed." I wanted to cry, but I pressed the tears back.
"It's hard to hand your heart out for someone. Come here." He pulled my arm and I let go of the cards. I sit on his lap and he closes me in his embrace. "There's so much buried inside of you. Will you let me explore the depths of you?" I clung to him as the tears pressed under my closed eyelids. I nodded against his shoulder. It was a dream coming true, maybe to good to be true. I was like the moment in horror movies when the evil has been defeated and everything in good and sun is shining brightly and the birds are singing gaily. Then suddenly the dream world crushes down and the great evil comes back and does it evil deeds leaving all the audience in horror.
I felt tired, my eyelids were so heavy. His scent was like a sweet sleeping drug and the beats of his heart with his breathing were lulling me to sleep. I flinched awake as I felt my head falling. Alarmed I started looking around.
"Sleep… There's nothing to worry." He whispered softly. "I thought I'd take you to sleep in my bed as you were getting a bit heavy."
I yawned. "How long…?"
"Maybe half an hour." He said smiling. "It's late, better to keep on sleeping."
"But what about you? I can't steal your bed." I whispered with my sleepy voice.
"I'm fine on the sofa. Good night." He bended over to kiss me on the cheek but I dodged him.
"You have a big bed. We both fit here, I'm not going to harass you; besides I don't move around in the night, you'd sleep as if I weren't here." My sleepy mind had nothing against someone sleeping beside me.
"Are you sure?"
"Just drag your ass here and sleep, or then you have to take me home." He sighed and started taking his jeans of. "That's what I thought." I pressed my head to the pillow and closed my eyes. Stripping clothes is something personal. I was halfway back to sandman's land when I felt his weight landing next to me. Excitement hit me; he was actually there, next to me, behind my back. I shrugged the though away and tried to sleep. His warmth radiated to me and made me shiver. He changed his position couple times and I heard him sighing. The next thing I knew that I was in his armpit and that he didn't have a shirt. I brushed my head to his arm the way cats brush their heads to people to mark them with their scent and after a couple of minutes I fell a sleep.
I've been what I've been and I've felt like writing something that I've written here. [I make no sense...]
Title: I'd Love to Kiss You
Author: pi_ankh
Rating: none needed [they just drink...]
Genre: something weird, maybe romantic with a hint of angst?
Disclaimer: I need none as invented it whole!
Notes: I haven't really written anything lately, this didn't come up how I intended. [another surprise -_-] I'm really bad at reading my stories through in search for my stupid spelling errors so if you find some, feel free to tell me. What else? It is fiction, remember that... and I'm still a dialogue freak, all together I'm a freak, like you can see after reading this drabble. Comments are always more that appreciated... It's much longer than my usual things... scary
I'd Love to Kiss You
"If you hate your studies, why study?" he asked from me the day before yesterday. "Why don't you take a break? It might help you. We could take a drink and play cards maybe."
"You know I could kiss you for that…"
"Well now… Don't start making wicked proposals; I was just giving you a totally innocent proposition…"
"Knowing you, one big pervert, you'd love that…"
"You never know…"
"Hah!"
"So what you want? Soda, diet, whiskey, cider, beer? Something hard? Mixed? With or without rocks?"
"Surprise me. Tonight I could take what ever. Life just hates me. What ever you give me, I'll regret it tomorrow."
"So strong it shall be then! Why regret if not taking better stuff?"
"Haha! You always make the best excuses."
"Here, cheers for that!" He smiled while giving the glass to me. Maybe it was just my lack of sleep, but I thought I saw something wicked in his eyes. Not that ultimate malice, but the kind of wicked you see in kids eyes when they've done they're tricks. I looked at him over the glass and took a sip. I nodded him my approval and he took his own glass. "Doing the sipping again?"
"You know me; I don't waste good stuff with bottoms up. What do you call this mixture?"
"Call it? Hmm… Let me think… Medicine for school, perhaps? No, not catchy enough. Friday Special? No…"
"Mate's Grand Tour?"
"That sounds cool, but I still won't tell you what's in it. Want to play cards?"
"Sure, here on the floor or…?"
"No, I've got a poker table in the corner."
"Wow! Really? When did you get that?"
"Last week, got it cheep from a friend of mine, said he'd had enough of it. Tell you the truth he wasn't that good at it and he didn't want to play anymore."
"I'm not that good at poker either, besides I don't have any money to play with."
"You don't always have to play for money."
"Well, yeah.. My friends and I used to play water poker when we were kids. It was rather fun, gladly I have a good bladder."
"I was thinking about one other form, but water's nice too…"
"Clothes as wages you mean?" Now I felt the red rising to my cheeks. Usually I'm comfortable talking about all kinds of stuff with him, but when I'm alone with him and the subjects get to more intimae I get uncomfortable, sort of. "Never tried that one."
"I played it once, I didn't win nor lose, we didn't play to the very end. The last one was still wearing clothes." He chuckled at his memory. "Wanna try a round?" he suggested casually and took a gulp of his "Mate's Grand Tour".
"Maybe it's not that good idea…" Maybe when I were drunk…
"Then with the water version, but only with some tequila. Loser takes a shot."
"Maybe we should compromise a limit though? Maybe after five or six shots we're done?"
"If you want so. If you deal, I'll get the bottle and glasses."
"Sure." What drove me to choose the alcohol version instead of the cloth one?
"Here we go. Took the lemon and salt too, can't really take it without them, eh?"
"Not really. Five cards, right?"
"Yeah. You remember the order of the hands?"
"Guess so, if not then I'll be totally wasted in fifteen minutes."
"Man, it's hot in here. Just deal, I'll take the sweater off." When he drew his sweater off he pulled his T-shirt up too and I saw some of his skin. Shivers ran through me and I dealt the cards. I didn't have a good hand, just ace and some mixed useless cards. I sipped my drink and he asked for two cards. I gave them and took three for myself. There were seven, king and an ace! I had the highest pair but it wouldn't take me far.
"What you've got?"
"Three kings. You?"
"Ace pair… Time for a drink it seems." I poured myself a glassful and grabbed the lemon after putting some salt to the back of my hand. The drink burned my throat and the sour lemon didn't help that much to be honest. Coughing slightly I drop down the lemon slice and gather the cards. "Hopefully I deal better cards this round" I state to him and start dealing. My mind wanders away for a second and I flip his card over, king of hearts. "Sorry! I'll do a re-deal. My mistake." I stretched my hand to get the cards and his hand fell on it.
"I've never considered myself as superstitious, but this time I'll believe in the cards." He drew my hand and looked me in the eyes. "You think I haven't noticed how you look at me? How your eyes wander all over me when I'm not looking and always looking somewhere else when I'm looking. How you never touch me and how you flinch every time we accidentally touch. No matter if it's just a bump in the corridor or a hands touching while trying to get something from the table, reaching for the remote… I've felt it all, and it made me feel… How should I put it? I was admired. I was admired as you make me feel something, something I haven't felt before."
"Well now…" He made me blush, for the second time that night. "I'm not like that… I don't… eat you with my eyes or something…" my voice turned to a whisper. There is so much more in him than his looks. Actually he wasn't the Prince Charming type I've always had in mind. He is ordinary man, no, not ordinary, there is this special charm in him, something that draws me to him like flowers draw bees. He's somewhat normal, in a weird sort of way; I wouldn't want him to be anything else.
"See now. You never make the first move, my dear friend. You're always waiting for someone else to take the initiative. I've watched you from the side for a couple of years now and it seems that I might just be the first one to make the move. Why are you always so shy and scared to show your feelings?"
"I… I guess I never learned to show out how I feel. The only feeling I've learned to show out has been sadness. I've become able to cry if someone's present, but I still rather close into my shell and be alone. I've always wanted to be strong and by not showing my emotions I am strong, or so I've believed." I wanted to cry, but I pressed the tears back.
"It's hard to hand your heart out for someone. Come here." He pulled my arm and I let go of the cards. I sit on his lap and he closes me in his embrace. "There's so much buried inside of you. Will you let me explore the depths of you?" I clung to him as the tears pressed under my closed eyelids. I nodded against his shoulder. It was a dream coming true, maybe to good to be true. I was like the moment in horror movies when the evil has been defeated and everything in good and sun is shining brightly and the birds are singing gaily. Then suddenly the dream world crushes down and the great evil comes back and does it evil deeds leaving all the audience in horror.
I felt tired, my eyelids were so heavy. His scent was like a sweet sleeping drug and the beats of his heart with his breathing were lulling me to sleep. I flinched awake as I felt my head falling. Alarmed I started looking around.
"Sleep… There's nothing to worry." He whispered softly. "I thought I'd take you to sleep in my bed as you were getting a bit heavy."
I yawned. "How long…?"
"Maybe half an hour." He said smiling. "It's late, better to keep on sleeping."
"But what about you? I can't steal your bed." I whispered with my sleepy voice.
"I'm fine on the sofa. Good night." He bended over to kiss me on the cheek but I dodged him.
"You have a big bed. We both fit here, I'm not going to harass you; besides I don't move around in the night, you'd sleep as if I weren't here." My sleepy mind had nothing against someone sleeping beside me.
"Are you sure?"
"Just drag your ass here and sleep, or then you have to take me home." He sighed and started taking his jeans of. "That's what I thought." I pressed my head to the pillow and closed my eyes. Stripping clothes is something personal. I was halfway back to sandman's land when I felt his weight landing next to me. Excitement hit me; he was actually there, next to me, behind my back. I shrugged the though away and tried to sleep. His warmth radiated to me and made me shiver. He changed his position couple times and I heard him sighing. The next thing I knew that I was in his armpit and that he didn't have a shirt. I brushed my head to his arm the way cats brush their heads to people to mark them with their scent and after a couple of minutes I fell a sleep.