Brief Encounters

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He looked down at her, standing so close she could almost feel his breath on her face.  Despite the height difference, he managed to make her feel like they were face to face, lips to lips.

He'd followed her, barely a few seconds after she'd left. He was captivated.  Amongst the faces, amongst the people, she had stood out like a rose in a thorn bush.  Her voice, her smile, her quick and ready wit. There was something about her. When she touched his hand in thanks, the electricity between them was palpable. He wanted to know more, he wanted to say more.  He wanted... more.

Catching up with her in the corridor, he'd reached out and caught her by the hand.  She'd turned, like a startled fawn and looked up.  That was it, the final nail in the coffin for him.  Her eyes were full of surprise, her face of wonder.  Her lips... of promise.   

She took a breath in and whispered "You're here"

"Yes" 

"Shouldn't you be..." she looked back down the corridor to the door he'd just left.  He nodded.

"I... I shouldn't... we probably shouldn't but I... his voice was soft and husky, strained by the instant desire he could barely suppress.  This was just so wrong it was right. He wanted her, dear God he wanted her.

She didn't reply, just smiled up at him with those beautiful eyes.  Then she closed them and bit her lip. Her face reflecting his inner battle. The smile, so captivating before, now faded and was replaced by something else. Something that mirrored his own desire.

He tentatively put his hands on her arms, as if they were made of something more delicate than air, he spoke softly, his eyes roaming her face, memorising every curve. "I... I want to... so much... This isn't... We can't... not here. Not now." 

She opened her eyes, now wet with tears. "No" she whispered back "WE can't but I will" and she kissed him. Her lips like velvet, her kisses like sweet poison to his soul.

Tearing herself from his grasp she walked away. Her fingers settled onto the spot his lips occupied only moments before. She turned and smiled sadly, "Find me... one day, when you can... find me." And she was gone.  Lost to him amongst the shadows and regret of timing so bad it was almost beyond all hope.

But was it?  No, as he leaned back and relived that kiss in his mind,  he decided he would try.  No matter how long it took, he had to find her.  The only problem was, Tom realised as he stood up and went to walk back to the booth, he didn't even know her name.

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