RED HOPES

Alanis / Reverie

“Whoa.” A gasp wisped out of my mouth. A powerful punch with an impactful delivery enough to ruin the map of the man’s face. She was not just fearless with her tongue but can actually pull a fight, Reverie was something else. And I was utterly impressed. The man would be long fallen if he didn’t grab the barstool, scrawny gathered his shattered respect and a stunted bleeding nose and vanished into the crowd

I gestured at the bouncers to banish him from the party and never let him in,  while my eyes still locked upon the reddened skin  of her palm. They were stuck since the time she stepped on the yacht, at first I blinked my eyes to see if I was seeing clearly as the dense scattered lights made it difficult to comprehend the presence.

An angelic face with soft features, Big grey eyes with a smudgy liner. Her lips were like a peach, pulpy and glossy, I soo much needed a taste of them. A short black dress hardly covered her thighs, it just gave view of her perfect curves, she was between lean and thick!  The deep neck ended right above her chest making it pop out even more, they had power to even turn a saint into a gazing pervert  She was smoky hot. And even having no right over her, gloominess seethed with a speed of lightening within me, abandoning any rationalism left inside.

I wasn’t quite prepared to see Reverie, nor did I have any intentions of crossing paths with her but the sight of some sleazy lowlife holding her hand triggered something grey in my insides. And before any sensible thought hit me I was already on ‘mission save Reverie’

“Are you stalking me? Fifth time isn’t a coincidence ya know.” She raised her suspicions at me, with knotted brows I found funny.

“And you noticed now?” I played along winking at her. Yet the reoccurring coincidences amused me too, whenever she was in a trouble or created one I was the first person to jump to her rescue. As if I got a direct command from the lord himself. Yet today wasn’t the day to ponder over the coincidences. NYC wasn’t that big to not collide with eachother.

“No seriously what are you doing here? It’s an official party and outsiders are not even allowed.” The girl threw facts at my face and I was ready with my own.

“I own it.”

“The yacht?”

“The company” I corrected. Her eyebrows arched in amusement before she  neutralized her expressions. The thing in only her hold to play with her face like that!

“Hmm. So you crash into other’s parties just because you’re the owner?” fire blazed on the table marking it’s enormous glow upon Reverie’s face. Her face became what I call a perfect combination of seductive and intimidating.

“Only in the parties where you are invited.” She wanted to be cocky then so be it. I was a lawyer, we fucked people up with our mouths.

She rolled her eyes “You saved me, now shoo”  and gestured with the length of her fingers before pacing out of the bar, her ass grabbing all the conscious attention I had. My eyes  imprinting each and every detail of her body in my mind from the buttery length of her limbs to the lushness of her back which peeked through the risky gap between her black top and shorts. And the way her ass flowed in faint motions turning any sane man’s head!  I blinked in blankness to dilute the intense series of desire enveloping my head. Controlling the urge to gauge out every fucker’s eyes. This wasn’t me, I wasn’t supposed to feel thid way towards her, she was Reverie Ames the girl I once hated to no ends, the girl who haunted my nights and ruined my pants in the day.

Reverie.

“What the hell was that?!” I panted as I hastened my speed on my way back to the deck. My face emanated so much heat in this sharp cold whether that flames of fire scraped my cheeks leaving them red. I was totally checking him out when he held that scrownie’s hand. Sexy abs, a leather jacket with a partly buttoned shirt beneath. His hair were left loose, the strands falling upon his forehead. He was one gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. Yet the face was not the only thing I noticed, the way he came to help me. His sharp blue eyes penetrating through the layers of scrawny, intimidating him in the process. Was I the only one to notice, it was more than a quick reflex, because Alanis’ eyes spoke the language of possession and insecurity. One which you only show to people closer to your heart.

He wasn't the usual Jerky Alanis I knew, he was a totally different person, the person which I remember from that night who saved me from the goons. His firm touch sent electric shudders to my spine, trapped in my bones. I was tricked into believing he was an ambidextrous coz of the way his one hand held mine with downright gentleness while his other held the man’s arm powerful enough to rip it apart.

And I desired more, more of his gentle touches, not only on my hands but on any erogenous part of my body, it was soo frustrating. Stop the lewdness! My brain protested, the alcohol was finally kicking in and I wasn’t liking it. I walked straight towards Kenna who was now chit chatting with one of her colleagues, with a cheesy smile I tried to act sociable with my mind spinning around a bastard named Alanis!

We hit the dance floor downing martinis and shots, the count was lost long ago. Cool jazz and  thrusting beats were my thing when I swayed with the flow of music, the crowd became dense too with more people packing us in a gyrating crowd. Time passed and the dance became intense as the clock reached about time. A small time-out was required since suffocation mingled with the vibe. I walked towards the railing, letting air do it’s thing my face still faced the crowd.

“I’m not gonna jump, you don’t have to look after me tonight” I taunted to the man who took the space few minutes earlier beside me facing the sea, his hands rested on the railing.

“Making sure the year ends well.” Alanis  spoke in his calm voice. His eyes mirroring the bustling of lights around the yacht.

“It ends with silly kisses.” I spoke in wry humour, pointing at silly majority of couples. It was very hard to find a single person, at such places. Everyone included.

“Don’t tell me you don’t kiss?” Alanis’ interest peeked in my preferences suddenly as his eyes tried to find answers on my rather bland face.

“I did but not now, it seems too personal.” I answered. And yes kissing was something more intimate than even having sex, it wasn’t just a kiss it was something filled with passion, desires and promises which I wasn’t sure I could be able to keep. I was just too practical and way past that shit! “What about you?”

“Thoughts are mutual.” He added, gaining an eyeroll from me. “what?? You don’t believe in me?” a hint of agony covered the diameter of his eyes before he neutralized it into a fake light.

“No I thought you fucked half of New York, given your looks. Don’t get ahead of yourself but you could easily screw any woman up.” I added matter-of-factly.

“Don’t you have too many strong assumptions mudding your perceptions? But for your kind information, No, I don’t go around kissing just anyone.” He rolled his eyes, in a dramatic way.

“Then who do you kiss usually” the question hung upon the tip of my tongue while regret travelled later.

The question hung in thick air, like a sword of democle, his eyes shifted in awkward positions. Those eyes… they held power to leave me in shatters, I needed to be pricked,  I licked my lips trying to hide it from him.

He shrugged his shoulders with a little hint of emotion in his eyes, I could see those pupils struggling to hide dilating movement. “Maybe in the far future at the altar.” He chuckled. My eyes took him in for the longest moment, a small tidal wave crashed against the yacht’s surface making it hard to balance as I held his arm out of reflex. A bolting wave of electricity passed between the two of us. It was just a budge for the crowd but it was a whole electrifying moment for me. I clutched Alanis’ leather jacket while he held my waist with a firm grip. Our proximity so close I could smell kiwis around his nape. “You’re so clumsy Peach.” His remark didn’t distract me from his lips or literally everything and anything he did at this moment.

“Don’t you love cleaning my mess?” I gave a challenging smirk, drunk or not my tomgue’s reflex was to answer in the sassiest way.

“I love a good mess.” He came visibly close to my face, the hint of mint on his face ignited something dark in my senses and for that exact moment our thoughts matched. He clenched his jaw while I gulped my dry saliva.

His resolve shattered into shards as I inched closer moving against his words of refusal.

I wanted to back away as bad as I wanted to bath in his scent, my heels never felt heavier, plunging a hole into the wooden floor. I could see his desires capering from his body through me, too fast they don’t settle. “Are you going to kiss me?” words didn’t follow my mind’s lead.

“No.” his refusal betrayed his swift movements as he pulled me closer, leaning in for a kiss. Our first kiss. His resolve shattered into shards as I inched closer moving against his words of refusal.

“six, five, four…” cheers grew louder. “three, two, one ….. Happy New Year!!” cheers so loud making my eardrums tear apart, yet the sound of my heart beat still was the loudest. Fireworks lightening the sky in colors of pollution, painting our faces in the process. The sudden jolt of a wave crashing against the deck, tilted it to the other side as Alanis grabbed a hold upon my waist, those indecisive fingers unable to halt at one spot. Traced my bare waist, tiny butterflies fluttered their tips upon my body. Which was just supposed to be a peck deepened into more, something intense, warm, seething through my lips to the veins connecting my heart, he sucked on my lips, while the tips of his finger mapped my jawline, he kissed me in the frost until I was nothing but a warm matter. I was lost in him, in the kiss, Alanis occupied the space around my eyes only found him even in the vastness of the sea, he was the only infinity in presence.