Sleeping, With Saints and Apparitions (Tony Perry Fanfiction) [discontinued]

It'll Make You Feel Like You're In Love

|Sexual content. Read this chapter at your own risk|

The sky was dark and cloudless, revealing clusters of stars and different constellations that were visible. The only lights outside were street lamps and signs that illuminated various buildings that still remained open at this time of night.

Tony spotted a parked cab in the lot out front and walked up towards it, knocking on the window twice to get the driver's attention and he rolled down the glass barrier.

"Are you in service?" He asked politely, to which the driver nodded in response. “Come on, we can go back to my place.” Tony opened the back seat door for me before motioning for me to get in the car.

“But...my car…” I trailed off, looking back in the parking lot at my Jeep.

“I’ll give you a ride back here in the morning when you wake up.” Tony spoke with a charming smile and I gave in almost immediately. But then I thought about Levi, and how I’m sure he would be expecting me at some point in the night. Quickly, I made an excuse that allowed me to say I needed to be back early in the morning.

“I have to work tomorrow, so I have to be home early. Like by five,” I explained, hoping that Tony would somehow believe me.

“That’s not a problem at all,” Tony spoke reassuringly, and I felt more at ease once I realized that he actually believed my bullshit lie.

I slid into the back seat of the cab without a second thought. I knew that what I was doing wasn’t necessarily rational, or like me at all. But the truth was: I hadn’t been rational or like myself in years. Whether or not I would see Tony again after tonight wasn’t on my mind, because he was making me forget for a while. And I just so happened to like the distraction that wasn’t provided by alcohol. I was thankful for the relief and release, because for once I wasn’t focused on my chronic sadness and discontent with my life. If someone I hardly knew was making that all go away without logical reasoning, I couldn’t help but want to question it, but did just the opposite and trusted myself. I let instinct and impulse control my decisions, fully taking the steering wheel inside my body and navigating for itself.

I was so used to questioning everything that came into my life. Why did this happen? Why did that happen? Why am I here? Who put me here? I questioned everything there was to question, and it all burdened my brain the point that it became unbearable. If I found a way to stop those nerves and the worries and anxieties, I told myself that I would fully grasp it.

And this is exactly what I was doing with Tony, and I liked the feeling of being at ease. He didn’t make me nervous, like any other guy would. I didn’t shy away from his touch and I certainly didn’t hold back, as if getting in the cab with him wasn’t a sign on its own.

I turned to face Tony, who was sitting in the seat next to me, looking out the window as the car drove down the California streets. The lights that we passed illuminated his face for seconds at a time, and each time I found myself staring. A few minutes into the drive, he looked over and caught my eyes, bringing his lips up to twitch into a smirk that said more than he could in the back of a cab. I felt my palms start to itch, a sure indicator that I was starting to get anxious.

Suddenly, I felt so lustful towards this man that I really didn’t even know at all, and all I wanted to do was get him alone. Almost as though he could feel my sudden change of demeanour, he placed his hand on my upper thigh, slowly tracing circles on the fabric of my leggings and inching his way upwards. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, and before I knew what was happening, he was leaning in. He reached out his calloused, tattooed hand to caress my cheek, using his fingers to tilt my chin up and bring my lips to his.