Dreams: A Collection Of Romance One-Shots

Masquerade

I took a deep breath before stepping into the room filled with disturbance and elegance. I fidgeted with the skirt of my gown, rubbing the fabric in between my fingers as I scanned the horror and beauty that covered each mask, hiding their vulnerabilities from the world, but showing off their deceitful smiles. I wandered around, watching twisted figures dance to the music, smiling their awful smiles. The music that was playing was honeyed and almost creepy over the sound of whispers that carried through the tense atmosphere. I climbed up a set of stairs and peered down on everyone, studying each mask, trying to find him. Horns and feathers covered almost every mask, in a delicate fusion of beauty and monstrous. Some of the dresses I saw were humongous and others were skin tight, hugging the curves of them. While the suits were maroon red or pitch black, with pocket watches strewn about with gears that clicked against each other each second.
One mask, however, caught my attention, a black Swan with two slits for the eyes and one for the mouth, showing big blue eyes and a crooked smile. I chewed on my lower lip before running down the flight of stairs, running to him, as curiosity and uneasiness and temptation seeped into my gut. I adjusted my mask as I stepped in front of him, blocking out the rest of the crowd so that I was all he could see. I curtsied, bunching up the skirt of my gown in my hands, and stood straight again, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, a small smile replacing my pursed lips.
He paused for a moment before holding out his hand. "Do you wish to dance?" He asked, his voice was low and husky. I held my mouth shut, pursing my lips as I put my gloved hand into his and held my breath as he slipped his other hand onto my waist. We began swaying to the eery music, letting the minutes slip, and letting the ticking of the clocks that covered the walls resonate into the thick air.
I let myself become lost as I swayed with him, watching his blue eyes and his smile distort into a confused expression, never taking his eyes off of me. When the click struck twelve, whether that was midnight or midday,  he took my hand and led me through a series of doors and hallways, and eventually into a room filled with paintings and furniture covered in white sheets. Curtains covered each window, casting the room in darkness.
He slowly took off his mask, revealing a chiseled chin, and soft features. I chewed on my lower lip as he took off mine, hesitant at first but, eventually let his stoic features melt into a smile. "I didn't think this was your type of party. " I raised an eyebrow. "Who says that a girl like me doesn't want to have a little fun everyone once in a while?"
He sighed before asking me to turn around. "Why?" I asked, uneasiness once again filling my head. "So I can take off your dress." I studied his expression for a moment or two before turning around. He unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, letting the cold air crash upon my bare skin.
I let out a relieved sigh to be out of the tight and warm dress but, felt the pressure of nervousness and worry against my chest. I chewed on my lower lip as I turned around, watching his unwavering gaze hold my uneasy stare. "Are you okay?" He asked and I slowly nodded. "I'm more than okay," I whispered as I pulled him into me, my lips meeting his, and my heart almost leaping out of my chest. This was wrong. So, so, so wrong. But, I couldn't stop. He was a drug and I, the addict who's hunger couldn't be satisfied, had to get more. Even just a little taste. He scooped me up and I quickly wrapped my legs around as he slammed my back against a window, the glass pane cold against my skin as the curtains wrapped around us, creating a little pocket of warmth and passion just for us. The moonlight made his face glow, casting an ethereal effect on him. I paused for a moment as he brushed a strand of hair back behind my ear. "I missed you," he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. "Oh, is that so?" I said planting kisses along his neck. "Maybe you'll find it a little more convincing when I have you screaming my name,” He hissed and I raised an eyebrow. "I see that your maturity level hasn't grown." He shrugged before picking me up and throwing me on a dust covered couch. "Why don’t I see if you'll be screaming now?" He whispered into my tangled hair and chest as I pulled off his shirt. "Fine by me.”