Lapse
It's been all night, like someone turned the switch on when you walked through the door. I've seen you a million times before, but tonight there's something in the way your laugh floats across the room, something in the way your lips look on your glass. And when your eyes found me, I could tell there was a shift, slight and dangerous.
Very dangerous.
It began with a game. Keeping tabs on each other from across the room, not getting too close, not straying too far. I noted every movement you made and every glance you chanced my way. But you still managed to sneak up behind me.
"Smoke?" you whispered in my ear. Your sweet breath danced across my cheek, filling my nose. Bourbon, neat.
"Yes." It almost comes out as a sigh.
You lead me out through the patio door, fingers pressed gently on the small of my back. They're soft, warm and inch lower the further we move outside.
You pull two cigarettes out, pass one over and put yours between your lips.
I echo your movements and you light it for me, careful not to burn the end of my nose. Menthol bursts into my lungs. The head rush mixed with the vodka sodas have me staring at you, unblinkingly.
I take you all in.
Maybe it's your 6'3 frame, or your dark t-shirt pulled taught around your chest, or your tongue peeking out behind your teeth as you speak to me, telling me how beautiful I look tonight. Maybe it's the way you looked straight into my eyes, daring you to stop from tilting my chin upwards and firmly pressing your lips against mine.
Very dangerous.
It was as if we were waiting for this all along and it didn't matter that we both had someone at home. It's your hands on my waist, my hands in your hair, your body flush against mine firmly pinning me to the brick wall.
I beg you to take me. Who cares who sees? You're everywhere in an instant. We fuse together, memorizing every muscle and curve because it could only happen once. After tonight, it all goes back to normal. I'll pretend like you didn't bite my breasts until they bruised and you'll pretend that my lips didn't feel better than hers on your cock.
We'll plan to meet on the patio through the night because tomorrow I'll pretend I don't smoke at all.
Very dangerous.
It began with a game. Keeping tabs on each other from across the room, not getting too close, not straying too far. I noted every movement you made and every glance you chanced my way. But you still managed to sneak up behind me.
"Smoke?" you whispered in my ear. Your sweet breath danced across my cheek, filling my nose. Bourbon, neat.
"Yes." It almost comes out as a sigh.
You lead me out through the patio door, fingers pressed gently on the small of my back. They're soft, warm and inch lower the further we move outside.
You pull two cigarettes out, pass one over and put yours between your lips.
I echo your movements and you light it for me, careful not to burn the end of my nose. Menthol bursts into my lungs. The head rush mixed with the vodka sodas have me staring at you, unblinkingly.
I take you all in.
Maybe it's your 6'3 frame, or your dark t-shirt pulled taught around your chest, or your tongue peeking out behind your teeth as you speak to me, telling me how beautiful I look tonight. Maybe it's the way you looked straight into my eyes, daring you to stop from tilting my chin upwards and firmly pressing your lips against mine.
Very dangerous.
It was as if we were waiting for this all along and it didn't matter that we both had someone at home. It's your hands on my waist, my hands in your hair, your body flush against mine firmly pinning me to the brick wall.
I beg you to take me. Who cares who sees? You're everywhere in an instant. We fuse together, memorizing every muscle and curve because it could only happen once. After tonight, it all goes back to normal. I'll pretend like you didn't bite my breasts until they bruised and you'll pretend that my lips didn't feel better than hers on your cock.
We'll plan to meet on the patio through the night because tomorrow I'll pretend I don't smoke at all.
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