Monday, 22 October 2012

Monday Fables #4: One Kiss

For the fourth fable, this piece didn't go exactly as planned but I think you need to take opportunities a they come. What do you think?

One Kiss by Sweetbox

Maybe I'm tired of being the strong one
Maybe my romatic sides taking over me, I don't know
In a single moment
You took over me and left me trembling and weak
And I just can't stay away

Just one kiss
One touch
Is not enough
Don't you feel the same
Your smile your look straight in my heart
Don't you want the same
Maybe I'm wrong but I can't get over this
One kiss
One touch
It's not enough
Oh, can't you feel the same... the same... the same

I never believed in finding the perfect love
I never believed that I would find something that I can't give up
But you made me shiver
When you took over me and left me trembling and weak
And I just can't stay away

Just one kiss
One touch
Is not enough
Don't you feel the same
Your smile your look straight in my heart
Don't you want the same
Maybe I'm wrong but I can't get over this
One kiss
One touch
It's not enough
Oh, can't you feel the same... the same... the same

Oh, don't you feel the same

The day had been long, grueling and finally, finally, the lights in the office had gone dim and she was the last person to leave. The window behind her cast a shadow of orange as he street lights from a story below invaded the night with its reminder that the days were getting shorter and her work hours were getting longer. The corner office with the view from both sides didn’t require half as much work as she was putting into it lately.

 Samantha sighed, taking a moment to stare through the glass doors of her prison and wonder what he was doing right now. It had been three months since she’d kicked him out telling him to get his life together and stay out of hers. She’d regret her words on nights like tonight when she worked until she was just tired enough to make it home and fall asleep without having to thinking about him and the things he’d promised her. And each day that passed, her resolve to keep him out of her mind grew weaker and weaker.

She breathed in again and the moment was gone; she began tidying her desk, stuffing papers in drawers and briefcases, clearing her throat to remind her to focus on the task at hand and not how the room suddenly smelt like him – vanilla and musk.

She didn’t hear him come in but when she looked up he was there, leaning against the door as though he’d always been there – as though he belonged there. Her heart was drumming in her ears, drowning out the voice in her head that told her to yell and scream and throw things until he left her alone for good. She paused in her stance half-standing in her chair and swallowed before gaining the courage to speak in a professional if not shaky voice. “Can I help you?”

Uncertainty danced in his eyes but a smirk played on his lips like he was going to play along if only to keep her from kicking him out again. “Yes, I was hoping you could help me find someone.”

“Could you describe this person?” She stiffened, holding her breath and trying desperately not to run into his arms.

His green eyes joined the cocky amusement on his lips, his confidence growing with every syllable that left his lips. He stocked towards her. “It’s this beautiful woman that I met two years ago. She started coming to my family’s restaurant for coffee every morning and we quickly became friends. She has red hair that just glows” his smile softened and she blushed but didn’t move “like a halo. And she has these eyes; like a sunset of colours that changes with ever mood.” He came to the other side of her desk, standing just feet away from her and still she didn’t move. She watched him, his unprovoked confidence and the way he sat so casually on the end of her desk while she barely resisted the urge to throw something at him. The infuriating man.

“Of course I knew all that about her from the get-go, it was her personality that really attracted me though. Smart, charming, driven; not too funny but she’s hilarious when she’s drunk.” She rolled her eyes but the smile creeping on her face betrayed her. “And that smile, just lit up a room.” The smile faded from his eyes and the most interesting thing in the room suddenly became his shoes “it was impossible not to fall in love with her.”  And the room fell silent as the words seeped into her bloodstream and the buzzing spread through her chest. “And then three months ago” he looked up, the bright smile on his face, now more eager than she’d ever seen him “I kissed her,” she gasped at the wonderment in his voice “and it was wonderful. It was passionate and…perfect.” But when he looked at her, the wonderment was gone replaced with wallowing sadness that suddenly betrayed the sleepless nights he’d had that mimicked her own. “And then she kicked me out of her life and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since.” He shifted from his stance but didn’t step forward like he was aching to. “And now I just want to tell her that I’m sorry and that I want her friendship back. Can you help me?” The sincerity in his eyes broke her heart.

She couldn’t stand the moment of silence between them that passed and so she opened her mouth, having no clue what she was going to say to him. “I” she cleared her throat “I think that…the night you…kissed…her...she was scared, and drunk,” she swallowed again “but she really, really liked it.” His laugh of relief matched her own “and I think that scared her. And she did a very…romantic comedy, female thing by running away but I think that she’s almost ready to deal with her feelings.”

With a sudden burst of confidence he stepped into her space, meeting her eyes that were just above his in those power heels she’d taken to wearing. “And what are those feelings, exactly?”

She looked at him, his eyes, then his lips and she bit hers, remembering the warmth, the tingling sensations that ran like hot oil through her veins. Slowly, her arms came around his neck as her heartbeat slowed to normal, content. “I think she’s in love with a coffee boy.”

His arms came to her waist naturally, letting his body take over while his mind processed her words. When he came back to reality, he was kissing her, holding her just far enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was responsive, leading, pulling him to her. Pulled against her chest he tightened the grip on her waist so they were intimately closer, sharing a heartbeat. She hummed into the moment, sending electric shocks through his fingertips that were suddenly alive and desperate to do something. One hand came lightly up her spine, their lips never truly parting except for a breath of air,  breathing each other in, the same heady scent she had missed so much, invading her nostrils and overwhelming her nervous system. Each kiss became slower and slower, drawing out the sensations, simmering against her skin where it was boiling and bubbling over before.

The buildup, the teasing visions that floated through her mind, sent her over the edge and she wrapped one arm around his shoulder, anchoring him to her as she gripped the back of his neck and pulled down. He had no choice but to follow her lead as she slipped out of her heels and sank down into the carpet, taking him with her. He gripped the edge of the desk to keep from falling but their lips never parted. Once he regained his balance, his hand returned to the small of her waist, dipping her lower until her knee came between his legs.

And then suddenly he was bending backwards, dragging her with him, lifting her onto his hips and spinning around until she was sitting on the edge of her desk, standing between her legs. Unwilling to let him gain the upper hand, she held his face in her palms, lifting up to wrap her arms around his waist and tug him that much closer. The blood was singing in her veins, melted down to liquid mercury, heavy and glowing through her body. Her heart pounding in her ears drowned any thought other than ‘finally’ and ‘why did I wait so long to do this again’.

He bent her over the desk so she fell back onto her elbows, dipping and leaning until he was nearly on top of her, and still their lips barely parted.

“Miss Christianson- oh I’m so sorry miss.” Samantha’s head hit her desk as she collapsed backwards, trying her hardest to listen for any of the other cleaning staff over the drums beating through her head. Meanwhile, he was collapsed on her chest, the weight of him, reminding her of where they were and what they were doing – and just how good it felt.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out, playing with the ends of his hair subconsciously.

He suddenly came into her line of site, hovering above her with that ridiculous grin plastered on his face “yeah.” He just looked so delighted, not just pleased with himself but genuinely happy, that she couldn’t resist lifting up for another kiss. But he pulled gently laid a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back before the last of his resolve was broken. “Maybe we should”

“Take this somewhere else?” Her grin matched his now and the warmth that spread through her was more potent than anything that she’d experienced in the last few minutes.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

When neither of them moved she sunk into a smile “you gotta get off me first.”

“Right, right.” He shook his head, climbing off the desk and offering his hand to her. She took his hands as he lifted her off the desk and into his arms, pulling her in for one last kiss. “You know, this is not what I expected when I came here tonight.”

“Well this is what you get.” She winked at him as she slipped back into her shoes, making a half-assed attempt to rearrange her desk but gave up. “Are you going to take it?”

His hand snuck around her waist, pulling her flush against him “oh I’ll definitely take it.” He kissed her again. "Let’s get out of here.” She couldn’t stop smiling.

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