(we're not just friends - park, squares and alleys)
Elizabeth sat on the dining table. Brad's hand were on her thighs, running his fingers on her bare skin. She wore a skirt, she hated having it on, but the temperature in the room was way too warm. She stole it anyway, and the t-shirt Brad was wearing, was not his either.
Standing between her legs, his face close to hers. She looked into his familiar brown eyes, almost black as she looked. Mainly his pupils was bigger than usual, but then again, when were they not. The brown with lighter spots, was a matte dark brown. People were all around them, but they didn't really mind.
They hadn't really talked much with each other. Though when she looked at him, so many words was written in his sparky eyes.
Elizabeth put her hands in his hair, brushing her fingers through his soft curls. They had just taken a pill each, and that was maybe one of the reasons as to why their hands was so touchy. Increasing their lust.
Their vision was just a bit blurry, but it was okay. Elizabeth moved her head closer to his, and he looked at her gently. His eyes was so soft, his lips looked so soft to her.
His fingers fiddeled with the fabric of her skirt, as he kept looking into her deep blue eyes. Brad's heart rate quickened, but that was probably also just the pill.
His hand was edging further up her skirt, and she didn't do anything about it. Brad moved his head even closer, so close their noses almost touched. He removed his eyes from hers and they glided down her face. Stopped at her lips. Her pale pink lips, that he almost forgot he touched.
His head moved closer to hear, as if he would say something. But he didn't. Instead he started kissing her neck. Elizabeth lifted her chin and almost closed her eyes. His hands moved up, rubbing her inner thighs.
"Brad," but it was only there she realised that they weren't alone, and people were all around them.
"Mmmh," he hummed.
"There's people." She opened up her eyes, looking out on the unknown crowd of people standing with cups in their hand, some dancing, some kissing.
"Oh, you just.." his voice was slurred and then he cracked a smile. "You'll just have to be quiet then." He added as he touched her underwear. His head was spinning and he wasn't sure what he just said.
But as mentioned, he was high. Ecstasy always made him want sex. Maybe he wouldn't have done it, if he weren't, maybe he would. But that wasn't important right there. At least not to Elizabeth. Lack of concentration, she was high as well. The room's movements was in slow motion. The music was low.
Brad's curls tickled her features. She rested her heavy head on his shoulder. Elizabeth's breathing was getting heavier as Brad kept doing what she hoped nobody saw, but couldn't concentrate on stopping.
Brad kissed her temple softly, and the underwear Elizabeth was wearing felt thinner. He could tell she wanted him to keep going. Her body ached for it, moving closer every time his fingers moved to her inner thigh. They slipped under her knickers, which caused her to moan his name.
"Fuck Elizabeth," he breathed out. Something about the way she mobbes his name made him hard. Brad stopped for a moment which made Elizabeth look at him. They just looked at each other for a while, their heads messy and their heart rate fast.
"What do you say, we check if a room is empty?" His voice was more slurred than it was before.
"Yeah." She answered without hesitation. His hands went swiftly from in between her thighs, to the back of her thighs. She put her hands on his shoulders, and wrapped her legs around him. Brad carried her through the crowd, into the first room they saw. It was the bathroom, but at that point they didn't even care.
Elizabeth was placed on the counter, the back against the mirror on the wall, while Brad locked the door. She watched him, after taking off her shirt, heavy breathing filled with impatience. He turned around, pushing his body onto hers, taking off her skirt as well. Brad pushed his hips against hers, and his hand cupped her face, pressing his lips on hers.
Elizabeth had her hands on his naked upper body, that was warmer than before. But then she stopped kissing him.
His eyes wasn't as distant as they had been earlier. It was like the drugs didn't have such a huge affect on them any more. "Brad," she said but stopped. Their eyes didn't leave each others though. "I'm not sure if..." and again she stopped. It was like all of her thoughts was at once.
"What?" He almost whispered after the silence she made. "You don't wanna do it when you don't get paid."
Elizabeth could see how tired he suddenly looked. Or was it dissapointment? But she didn't know what stopped her. She wanted him so bad.
"Don't tell me it was a one time thing..." he said softly and his head moved a bit closer to hers. He stared at her face for a while. "Because it wasn't."
He placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb running her soft skin. And this was unusual for Brad. It was always a one time thing for him whenever it was about sex.
