Running In Circles // pjm.

Flawed Resolve

I felt his breath, warm and rushed, against my neck.

"I think you're the problem. Because I never have intended that." I breathed.

He chuckled and took the cup out of my hand, placing it on the counter to his right. Now I have no weapon.

"then that's worse," he held himself at eye level, "because that means it's meant to be this way."

I titled my head and examined his face, "are you ill?"

"No... not yet anyway." He glanced at my lips before locking eyes with me again.

Silence ensued before I looked away and muttered, "my tea will get cold."

"Fuck your tea." He said and closed the space between us.

"Excuse y-" his mouth seized mine softly and my words fell away.

He leaned in further, trapping me in between his arms and mouth, and I kissed him back, seemingly throwing my sagacity off a cliff.

This time, he kissed me deep and long, with definite usage of tongue. He took my wrists in his hands, moving them away from in between us, and placing them on his shoulders.

"You kiss me back, and yet, hesitate to touch me," he breathed against my lips, before deepening the kiss and pinning his arms to my hips.

Moments passed before I let my hands explore his shoulders before encasing them around his neck, feeling his smile on my mouth. His hands encircled my waist and he pressed up against me, inflaming the kiss and the twists in my gut. Our mouths and heads moved in tandem, refusing to part even for a breath. His hands travelled down my body to fasten around my thighs and he lifted me up with ease, propping me on the counter. He stood in between my thighs as his hand wrapped around the back of my neck and my hair fell to the sides blocking all light.

The coolness of the granite on my legs worked like a bucket of cold water being thrown on me. I snapped out of his stupor and pulled away from his lips, panting loudly. His body mimicked mine, chest heaving and dazed vision. He kept his eyes on mine, before looking down. He hummed in awareness and I glanced down to see my disheveled robe falling away in places. He stepped back and watched soundlessly, as I fastened my robe tightly around me, hopping off the counter and pushing the hair out of my face simultaneously. I wobbled on landing and he clasped my elbows, holding me till I regained control of myself. I huffed and turned to glare at him and he laughed in response, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"I think it's best for your tea if I returned to the other side of the counter." He said, letting his finger trail along the side of my face before strolling away.

"Fuck my tea." I muttered and grabbed the cup,pouring the rest of the contents down the sink.