THE CALL OF HER

10

"Lo hice con tu mama, amigo." The owl outside of the window says, making you stick up your hand to give it the bird. You scowl at it, sending it silent death threats.

"Yeah right, asshole." You mutter.

The black behind your eyes is interrupted by the sound of movement outside of the door. You grunt as you sit up on the couch, feeling a wave of dizziness hit you like a wall. A shadow is is seen underneath the door, making your breath become stuck in your throat.

Your heart paces faster and faster in each second, images and flashes of who could be on the other side of the door. You watch the metal handle turn, and the floorboards creek just beyond the other side.

The door makes a low growling sound as it opens, displaying a shadow on the ground. You take in her features and instantly recognize her. Your stomach drops, and your nails dig into the fabric of the couch cushion below you.

"Get out. They don't want you in here." You keep your eyes hard on Kate. The flask in her hand is loose, her eyes are not as keen as when sober.

"You've been drinking?" You stand, becoming level with her. The door behind her is closed, locked.

Kate tilts her head, taking a step forward. Her lips curl up to show her teeth, canines pointed a like to a blade. A humorous giggle escapes her smile, her untied boots force noise out of the floorboards the closer she approaches you.

"It's scotch, you're favorite." Her eyes are like lures. She bites down on her bottom lip lightly, and reaches out to run her left hand down your arm. Your skin shivers, knowing every particle of her hand. 

She slightly leans down to set the flask on the table besides the couch, her hand still on your right arm. When she stands back up, you can't help but to hold your breath. You watch her fingers go to work at unbuttoning her flannel, to slide the red fabric down her arms to show her shirtless top.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, and look away. The hands tied behind your back scratch at themselves.

"I wouldn't come in here if I didn't expect you to look at me, love." Her warm palm on your cheek forces you to face her, to look into her hungry eyes. 

"Oh my god," You whisper a sigh. The scars on her breasts and the white scratches and wounds laid over her stomach are like braille you need to touch, to read. Kate's hand slips down to your neck, and pulls you to her lips. You instantly dive into her, her tongue rubs along yours, your lips maneuver millions of words that are yet to be spoken.

You feel needy to touch her. "Untie my hands, please." You whisper against her lips. You can feel her lips rise.

"No, that's against the rules, hun." She grins, her eyes flashing from your lips to your eyes. You press your lips to hers once more, to feel the edges of her teeth and the thick of her saliva mix with yours.

Her hands softly touch underneath your ( hoodie / shirt / tank top ), a gasp transfers from your mouth to her throat at the cupping of your boobs. The sudden pulse in your lower stomach rises, making you bite down on her bottom lip.