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The cool air kissed my face and made white plumes from our breath. Her hand was warm and soft in my own and I could feel her thin body begin to tremble as she pressed herself against my side. Her scent, soft and muted in the bar where all you could smell was alcohol and cigarettes both overwhelmed and intoxicated me more then the pints I had consumed during the night.
She was fragile, tiny, ephemeral. The wrong move and she would be gone forever. Hell, she might be hone forever when she saw me in the clear morning. I had never wanted anyone in my life as badly as I wanted her right this second. I waned to push her back against the wall, feel her breath on my neck; her heart beating under my hand while I crushed her lips beneath my own.
Instead, I slowly slide my arm across her stomach, settling my hand on her hip, pulling her around to face me in the darkness; feeling the corners of my mouth being pulled upwards as her hand ran down from my shoulder and over my chest before snaking over my belly to rest on my waist.
Her lips brushed my collarbone through my shirt and I let go of her hand to gently tangle my fingers through her hair. She lent her head into my hand and I could feel the heat begin to rise from her skin.
I bent my head down slowly and kissed her. Her lips, soft as they had been in the bar now seemed to burn my own in the darkness, leaving them tingling as we began to kiss in earnest. My fingers trailed over her hip to sneak underneath her top, feeling her smooth and supple skin contract and erupt in goose bumps. I felt her fingertips grazing over my jaw, the burning sensation now where she had touched me. A button on my shirt was undone, followed swiftly afterward by another and another.
I couldn’t do this here, as much as I wanted to, I simply couldn't do it. I took her hands in mine and took them away from my shirt. Even in the semi darkness I saw her bite her lip and look away, hurt and embarrassment emanating from her. She was too good for me to do this with here, against a pub wall. A hot droplet hit my hand and I groaned inwardly. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’d made her cry. Guilt shot through me and I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her against my chest, tucking her under my chin. How could I possibly explain to her that it wasn’t her, it was that it was here? Under the dodgy light from the door, against the wall of a pub which smelt at best like something you didn’t want to think about?
“Not here,” I whispered. I led her to my car, watched her get in, sat down in the drivers seat, before turning the ignition and pulling out of the parking space and onto the empty midnight road.
(Poppet some assembly required., Sun 22 Feb 2009, 8:33, Reply)