Good Drugs

Dry Storms

I fell into your breath
A stumble I won't regret.
A kiss
that never fades even after...
You are the drugs that seap into my skin.
skip, skip, skip
until
My heart beats again.

Dean gripped me tightly, my small frame shivered against his chest, the way winter shivers against the trees, with low sighs. His lips mimicked my movements, with hesitation as we stumbled while discovering each other's bodies.

That's the beauty of a kiss, it's like an awkward greeting with a stranger, you have to figure out what works.

The low groans of the motel rattled, as summer dwindled down like the sun did behind the dry desert hills surrounding nothing.

Dean leaned slowly into the bed, our bodies inching into a comfortable position as his fingers kneaded into my bare back. I could tell from his rapid but deep breaths he was enjoying this kiss a lot more than I was, or maybe it was because I was overthinking.

His kissing technique was all over the place, but I welcomed the messy frenzy, every move was a surprise! His tongue skidded across my teeth.

"Mmhyf off pleasej ijo" he mumbled something inaudible.

I broke free from the kiss, looking into his surreal cinnamon eyes, "What?!" I asked a little too loudly.

Dean blushed, "can I take this off?" he asked tugging on the lace straps of my bra.

I nodded "yes" secretly disappointed.

The truth was I had spent so much time picking out the cutest set of lingerie I could find. I kind of wanted him to admire me for a moment, but perhaps that was too much to ask a booty call.

Dean groaned frustrated, scooting up in the bed, his head resting against the headboard, "You're as stiff as a board Cleo!" he pointed out, "what's wrong?" he asked gently.

I felt horrified, as I realized exactly how tight my body was. My shoulders were scrunched as if I was turtle who didn't want to come out of my shell, and the rest of my body might as well have been a snapping crab.

I bit my lip, "sorry" I whispered, looking away as embarrassment flooded my red cheeks.

Dean kissed my neck softly, his fingers running through my light cotton candy hair, "tell me how to please you" he begged.

Glancing at his face, the truth hit me, he wasn't just sweet, Dean was worried. His face concentrated with determination as he studied me like art.

"It's not you!" I stammered, trying to put his mind at ease.

My hands flew up, in an exaggerated motion only to give Dean a good accidental punch.

"Ouch!" he flinched rubbing his nose.

I gasped, fumbling across the bed trying to help, "I'm so sorry" I expressed.

Dean blinked slowly, "it's okay" he paused, "but tell me what has you wound so tight?" he asked.

I sighed, deciding to confess, "I don't know how not to have cheesy romantic expectations. I'm not use this, I've always been a relationship girl" I stressed.

"Oh" Dean whispered looking down at his nails.

I hated his one word ambiguous answers, it told me nothing.

I jumped off the bed, quickly grabbing my clothes, "this was silly! Have a safe trip tomorrow Dean, I'm sorry for wasting your time" I mumbled.

I had to leave before the hot tears came trickling down or the lump in my throat got any larger. I was so humiliated. I thought I could have passion, and adventure, the quick and intense type like in the movies but the truth was I couldn't because I cared too much.