Love you, Paris

🌫️Anthrazit🌫️

As Armin takes a deep breath and finally finds something he could say, Annie's mobile phone which lays in the living room starts ringing. Annie sighs deeply and leaves the room then, taking the call and talking about a meeting or something. Armin breaths deeply out and holds his head which still feels dizzy from yesterday night.
Oh shit...
Yesterday night.
Carly probably searches him everywhere. He better texts her. But where's his phone? Damn, he can't remember. Was he really that drunk?
Luckily this woman saved him...maybe she has his phone.
While she is talking in French and walking into her office room Armin sneaks out of the kitchen back to the bedroom. He looks around every corner again, stroking back his short blonde strains and trying to remember at least anything. All that comes into his mind is that woman, sitting next to him on the bed and looking right into his eyes. That view she had in those candle lights... The way her eyes sparkled... And that curved body...

Armin frozes.

She grabbed his neck from behind and pushes something small but metallic against his back.
Her breath touches his sensitive ear.
His body stops moving at all.
She tightens her grab.
What's going on?

"What are you sneaking in my closet?", she says in a quiet and calmed but still serious way. Armin gulbs. Did he really went that far? He really did. Without even noticing.
"I...s-searched my phone. I am so sorry, I-..."
"Shut up."
Armin does what she says and keeps quiet, hoping she puts the gun down finally. But no. She holds his neck more firmly. Firmly but...still gently. She looses her grab slowly and strokes down his skin, over his chest which stopped moving and keeps moving down his abs to his hips.
Whatever she's doing, Armin can't stop her. The lower she goes the warmer Armin turns. The way her feminine and strong hand fondle down his torso makes him blush very deeply and drives him crazy. Those view seconds feel like hours. And his body enjoys new sensations.
It's the first time a woman has ever touched him like that. But he's already on fire.
He needs to know how far she goes, what she's even doing and why. The next step is her grabbing his wrists, putting handcuffs on and unfortunately letting him out of her grab. Her pretty cold hands have left his warm torso. That woman...I....wanna...
Wait. What are the handcuffs for? Is she...into that stuff? That would kinda fit her since her aura is already pretty dominant in all ways compared to him. But is she really that type of woman who pick anyone just to have fun? She can't be, can she? He turns hesitantly his face around to her in a confused way and looks down at her with an unsure and also slightly frightened view in his eyes.
"... Handcuffs?".
"That you don't run away", she says in a seductive way and deepens her cold but warm eyes focused on Armins ones who gulbs pretty hard. What if she's actually a secret psychopath who only gives her identity to her victims?
She grins. Why is she grinning? Her hand...grabbing his chin pretty ungently and turning Armins face towards hers, making him look right into her eyes. Her lips. Back to her eyes. Repeat. She comes closer. Breaths are melting. Lips nearly touching. Should he dare taking a bite of this secret apple? Should he sin once again?

Before Armin could say anything or lean into that sin all he sees is her face and her pretty fist which knocks him out immediately and makes him see black.
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What was that?
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Why did she do that?
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Blurry light
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Becoming brighter
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Eyes are tired
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He starts rubbing them as he wakes up slowly. He lifts up his laying body and looks confused around the streets.
He's exactly where he knocked out himself. Where he collapsed when he was drunk.
What's going on? Why am I here again? Was...everything just a dream?
Ouch! He holds his head and hizzes as he notices the pain in his head which could have many causes. Either the ground when he fell or...that woman's punch.
That woman... Annie... He still can't get her angelic view from his head. What a sin. How can he break this curse of craving her? He can't resist wanting her. Feeling her. Hearing her pretty voice. And meeting her angel and devil.
Oh, what a curse.

Wait! The phone! He remembers that he couldn't find it anywhere when he might have been at Annie's. But as he checks his jacket there it is.

Armin looks around the streets a last time to check if she might be there and keep watching him. But nothing. No sign of her even being there.

Was this all a dream?
Was that reality?

Sometimes I am asking myself if there is any difference between them...
At least I wished there wasn't any...

Phone ringing.
Carly is calling.

As Armin sees her messages and her call he picks up.
"Carly?"
"Armin! Where the fuck are you?! I am searching you all night long dammit! Where have you been?", she nearly yells into her phone.
Armin looks around that place, keeps sitting on the bench and takes a deep breath.
"I have no idea Carly, I swear. Either an angel safed me or a devil fooled me".
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