I laughed at a kid once for getting an asthma attack. Air was supposed to be free, why would he have a problem like breathing? It seemed so silly to me, he struggled until he got an inhaler and it was amusing to watch. Tonight, i regret ever laughing at that kid, and I feel him on this one moment. I was staring into such a beautiful face. It was too dark to see what the real color of your eyes were upfront, but Venice Allera, you were beautiful, even more so she was more precious. You were the kind of women men would go to war and burn the world at your feet.
I didn't know how my face looked like, but from the way your brows started to crease, I guess it wasn't my sexiest moment. I shouldn't try to be bold over something I had no experience in. I started to move back. You stopped me. You grab the lapels of my leather jacket and you bring our faces closer, I was dying to kiss you, even if I didn't know what it would be like. I think this was the moment my ignorance for the unknown ended. I mocked romance movies for this specific intimate moments. I thought it stupid that the male lead would lose his self respect to be anything his woman wanted him to be. She had the power to make him the strongest version of himself or a miserable version of himself. Which are you Venice? If I own you, which I'm sure I already am, would you let me continue or would you fight teeth and nail for me to stop?
"You look like you're about to cry or in pain I don't know which," I try to smile as you whisper those words to me. Did I look like I was in pain? Did I look stupidly vulnerable to you? I would laugh at how much power you though you held over me, but I knew you like my favorite page of a novel.
"Tell me where to touch, what you want to feel," I don't know what I'm saying Venice.
"I'm still not over Jace, and don't just jump in with a guy immediately I can live without physical touch." Your skin was heating up. Was that normal?
"Venice, we don't have to do this-"
"But," you interrupt and I want to smile big. "Jace was never the guy I could say I was completely happy with. Not as a person, and our bedroom time was mid. I wanted to do more."
"Open minded, seemed like you would be." Still you were yapping on, and it was a serious turn on.
"I never even told my closest friends about it. I want a man to hurt me, not in the ways that would make him guilty or anyone arrested of course, I just want to be owned. Feel a thrill like I have only 100 days left on earth. I want it to be more than just that, I want it to be game we both never got tired of."
I listened. I was on top of you in your car, listening to you try to fight yourself about your own emotions. You were conflicted. There was something sick and twisted about us both Venice. I can never stand hearing what Jace didn't give you. I can give it to you in ways he would never have thought of. I should have shot him a hundred times over in the heart, motherfucker.
"What do you need me to do? What do I need to do to be a player in this game? What does it take you for you to surrender." I could go on with what she wanted me to do, if you hadn't sat up and kissed me over the lips. You were shaking or was it me? It didn't last more than five seconds. Having another person's skin on mine. I wanted to taste the coffee you drank thirty minutes ago at Danny's on my lips, let it be the next flavor I went home with tonight.
"I thought you were kidding, because you're going to need some work. Your kiss sucks." You were smiling saying that, and I just stared down at your lips. How wasn't it possible to calculate a kiss. It should be easier than geometry or any construction work. It was harder. You took my hand and spread my fingers over to the back off your neck and my fingers slid through your hair and a smile spread over your lips and my shaft danced around in my pants for that.
"Pull." She commanded and I tugged at her hair and her head tilted back to an angle I could explore her lips, jaw and throat. I could not bring myself to hold back more than I already have it has been three months of watching, when I finally get to touch you I can't wait anymore.
I kiss you again and this time sinking into the feeling you had just introduced me to. My hands wandered and you brought on of them to the base of your throat and I think I saw these in your videos, so I squeezed a little. I heard a sound vibrate from you to my mouth. Our tongues danced and I could feel my hands still trembling over your skin. Did you just moan for me? Was that how needy it sounded? I wanted more. I needed to hear it again. Venice please.
I thought it was going to progress take it further but a ringtone. A loud ringtone interrupted the moment and you cursed. Your face was flushed and your lips were beautifully pink and swollen as you looked at the caller ID.
Felicity.
You were tense now. Losing the liquidity you just had. I thought you were friends. Had something happened I hadn't looked into. This was not going to get past me. I need to go home check messages I may have missed, check calls or anything. I should-
"Q, we should get home." Were we going to stop because of a fucking phone call from a friend? Was this rejection? Cock blocking? What the hell was going on?
"Did something happen with Felicity by chance?" I ask and you shake your head turning to me. That dazed expression from before was gone. Fuck.
"Q, I don't want things to be complicated because I want something you probably don't want to give," stop making excuse Venice. What the hell is stopping you from continuing this. It wasn't just the moment that just passed. You looked like you wanted to run from me.
"Did Felicity say something? Or-"
"Felicity likes you. Scratch that, she is in love with you."
My ears started ringing, and we both froze. I don't think you had wanted me to now. Which means it has bothered you. If Kalique found out my job was as good as gone. I have never-I could never have imagined that she would like me. What a fucking joke, and we were back to step one and I can't force you to talk to me and we were back to an awkward silence in the car.