Her And Him (Completed)

FIRE ON FIRE.

The entire way home went in a blur. I could not pay any attention to how stunning London looked at this unearthly hour.

My eyes were glued onto the back of my hands. I was afraid to look anywhere else or I knew I wouldn't be able to keep them from looking at him.

Everything about him drew me in.

The alcohol made me honest atleast to myself.

He had been devastatingly breath taking from Day One.

I continued staring at my hands. The alternative was to gaze at his carelessly messy hair, or the triangular shaped skin where his shirt ended, or his lips, or the stubbles that covered his face, or his golden eyes, or his long fingers, or the unthinking way he flicked off his hair from his face or even the tiny movements of his lips as he mouthed the words of the song on the radio.

I finally gathered some form of control over myself to look at him in what I hoped was a polite, normal manner only to see that I was wrong.

He wasn't mouthing the words to the songs. His fingers weren't moving to the beats. Instead, his eyes were narrowed. His lips were set. Fighting an internal battle that I myself was.

Head or heart? Head or heart?

He had on the same controlled expression I had.

My heart raced as I realised that I was having an effect similar to the one that he was having on me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, blowing it out silently. Looking up, it was obvious that rain was on its way.

I began humming softly to myself, allowing the song that was playing quietly to relax my shot nerves.

I knew that what I was feeling at the moment was not merely a physical attraction. I had had plenty of that before.

There was something completely foreign that was connecting us.

Pulling us together.

We finally reached the lobby of our home, and I shakily got into the elevator. I watched his hands, mesmerised, as he punched the button.

The world knew that I could be branded kiddish at best. I enjoyed juvenile sex jokes and loved my peanut butter jelly sandwiches as much as your average 12 year old.

But I felt incredibly lady like as I watched his reflection discreetly, on the mirrors, and had the realisation course through me that I was indeed married to this man.

My Consciously tucking my hair behind my ears drew his eyes onto mine. Our eyes met through the mirror, and I felt a sharp tug within me.

We stood in silence. There was palpable electricity in the air, which no conversation could cut through.

We finally reached our floor and finally, our home. The agonising length that i had to endure between the lobby and our home had finally come to an end, and my heart was hammering against my chest.

As soon as I opened the door, he was on me. He held me with his molten gaze as he finally covered the distance between our lips, in one fevered motion.

The passion was almost too much to handle, as he ran one hand down my back, and brushed a stray strand back with the other.

He banged the door shut with his foot, and the sound sent a strange shiver of pleasure through me.

His lips were harsh and loving at the same time. There was too much rawness in our lip lock to call it romantic. It was almost animalistic.

I lost myself in the ocean of his arms, and pressed my body against his.

There was fire, pure and all encompassing within our eyes as we paused to catch our breath.

Fire on fire.

Our lips met again, and this time, we had calmed down a little, the adrenaline giving way finally to something completely different.

There was something so powerfully attractive about him. The kind of attraction I had never, in all of my 24 years or existence, ever felt.
He was a man, and knew how to treat his woman right.

He lifted me up to meet his height, the brief break in our kiss fueling another, even more urgent one.

His lips were doing things to mine that stole my breath away. I never wanted him to quit. I didn't want oxygen, I didn't want sleep.

Just him.

The next thing I knew, he had slipped a hand under my dress, running it up my thigh, the roughness of his hands sent shudders of pleasure to where I at that moment felt was the only place that mattered.

I started pulling at the fabric that kept the heat of his body from mine, and he helped me take off the shirt.

We broke off long enough for him to get my dress off of me. The ripping of the fabric meant less than nothing to me in my haze.

I. Needed. Him.

He began kissing my neck, and I moaned in pure bliss. I let out another whimper as I felt him on me. His shudder was like music to my deprived ears.

Rain began pounding on the window. It lent it's music as our hands roamed our bodies, and our desire burnt our souls.

The sun had already broke out by the time we were finally spent.

I looked up at our entwined hands, feeling the warmth of his body and taking in his scent that was now mine.

I smiled, shutting my eyes, as he brushed his lips on mine, a promise of things to come.

Yo yo yo! It has been too long! I sensed how annoying it is to be update free for so long, so I have risked the wrath of examination gods to update!

Don't you worry, though. They end soon and I can update properly again.

Have you forgotten the story? Because that would suck.

Awesome things to come ;)

Do let me know how this "incident" was. Did you like it?

Love and love always,
LV.