sex // m.h. {AU}

two (matty)

i've listened to that album more times than i can count this week, and it wasn't just that the music was good. it's not good. good would be an insult to this. its amazing, excellent. beautiful. i find myself unable to listen to the rise and fall of ziggy stardust without feeling every color on the spectrum and some that probably don't even exist. i hope that they someday exist.

twice this week i've had a dream in which that girl from the shop was spread on my bed clad in nothing but pearly pink knickers. and twice this week i've woken up to a mess in my briefs and a thin layer of sweat on my forehead with my hair sticking to it. it's pathetic i know, and i toss and turn in my bed due to the way she makes me feel. today was the third day i've woken up like that, and as i stepped out of my morning shower, i decided that i must go see her today. god, i don't even know her name.

my hair was nearly dry and i was all dressed and ready to leave. i grabbed my keys and locked up. as i drove to watford, i couldn't keep the thoughts of her in my lap, her lips on my neck, her hair a wild mess, out of my mind. i want to know what her skin feels like against the rough pads of my fingertips and how her voice sounds when she moans into my ear.  short gasp like breaths. im infatuated.

i pull up along the curb, getting out and walking in the direction of the shop.

the ting of the bell welcomes me once again, loudly and in a high-pitched tone. i don't pay attention to the albums, instead i look around for the girl with red hair. i eventually spot her near the back, unloading boxes of new arrivals and donations. she's so short, with thick hips and thighs that match.

today she's wearing a yellow shirt that is just short enough to show about an inch and a half of her stomach, and her brown pants hugged her legs perfectly. i want to have her to myself. i want to kiss her stomach and hips and chest and thighs. i want to squish and hold and grip the little bit of pudge that protects her hips so beautifully. i want to touch her in ways that she appears to know nothing about.

"hello" i spoke as i neared her. i could smell her peachy scent from a few feet away. 

she glanced at me and i saw a hint of a smile flash across her face. "well hello again. looking for more pretty-album art?" she teased, smirking and i felt my cheeks turn a slight pink color. i shook my head a bit, chuckling quietly to myself, although i knew she would hear.

"no actually, i'm just...here." she looked a bit confused by what i said.

"well, nobody is ever just there. they usually have a reason. don't you agree?" she countered. i watched her lips as she spoke. today instead of them being bare of any color, they were a light brown. she looked stunning. kissable.

"i don't really know if i do or not. i probably would but then i would either reveal if i had a reason here or saying that yes i believe it but it doesn't apply to me. now, isn't that silly? but nah, i was in the area and decided to drop in" i wasn't 'in the area' but she didn't know that.

"oh okay" she didn't push me any further, instead went back to stacking the colorful squares of art to me and home to me.

"i hope you have a pleasant day, but i must get going. i have work soon and i'll be late." and with that i left, but not before i turned round and asked for her name. 

she laughed her name out to me, and i rolled it over on my tongue multiple times, countless times. 

poppy.

i can still smell her peach perfume.