Crave

The Pheonix

"Rosie! We're leaving in 5 minutes!" My closest friend, Jessica yells from down stairs.
I scurry around her bedroom, searching for the purple mesh top of hers that steal all the time. Finally, after finally locating my pride and joy under her bed, I slip it on, grab my clutch bag and take one last look in the mirror. My hair is in its naturally straight form and falls over my shoulders, my eyes are a subtle shade of purple to match the mesh top I'm wearing with a black leather skirt and black ankle boots.

Downstairs, I find Jessica leaning on the wall beside the front door scrolling through her phone. Her fashion is something she always takes pride in. Tonight she's wearing a dark red  velvet v neck dress that hugs her slender figure and black wedges to match her hair. Her entire ensemble brings out her natural beauty.

"About damn time" she says looking up from her phone to take in my appearance with her big bright blue eyes.
"I knew you were going to steal my top!" She yells while giggling.
"You might as well keep it, you wear it more than me" she says waving her hand up in a 'I give up' manner. A big smile makes it's way to my lips as I make my way to the door.
Jessica has been there for me all through my teen years, probably the most difficult time of my life. I lost my parents at the age of 14. I'll never forget Jessica's support through everything. It was the hardest part going back to school as an orphan. The looks, the whispers, constantly hearing 'dead parents' and 'car accident'. But Jessica never let it change our friendship, she was the only one who didn't walk on eggshells around me after what happened.
We locked up the house and headed into the city for our night out. I've been avoiding going out recently due to finals. But now that they're done, I have no reason to refuse.
Walking through town, Jess and I caught a few stares as we passed the local bars. I've grown used to the stares of men who like to spend all their time drinking pints all day. It comes with living in a city like London. You grow used to unconsciously pulling down your skirt and covering your chest with your arms to avoid the hungry eyes.
We made it to our favourite club. Phoenix has been around forever and is extremely popular in this part of town.
Jessica and I walk up to the front of the cue as we always do on a Friday night as one of the bouncers is a friend of ours.

"No way! You got Rosie out?! What did you do, drug her?" Wesley laughs as Jess stands on her tiptoes to give him a hug. He's a pretty big guy, he resembles a bear in my view.
Wesley is a year above us and has been our friend since our first night out in London. He helped me carry Jess out of the bar after she vomited in the bathroom.

"Of course not! She was dying to get out of that house now that exams are over" she says as she places her arm over Wesley's shoulder. I roll my eyes at her. She knows full well she wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed to ONE night out as a celebration for finishing university.
We make our way in, ignoring the annoyed students making comments while they impatiently waited in the queue. The beat of the music becomes louder and louder as we walk down the hall.
Just as we make it to the double doors to the bar, they abruptly open and a tall figure storms out almost knocking the both of us down.

"Jeez watch it!" I unconsciously yell, regaining my composure after almost getting pushed over. The guy wore a black hoodie and stares back at me with the hood covering half of his face. His eyes pierce through my skull. After a moment of staring coldly at me he turns back around and continues storming down the hallway towards the exit.

"Well someone's in a mood" Jess says rolling her eyes as she links arms with me, guiding me through the door with her. He really did seem to be in a mood.
I push the thought of the rude stranger out of my mind as we walk straight over to the bar. After a few minutes of waiting, Jess hands me a drink and I can only imagine what she told the bartender to put in it, I never seem to learn my lesson when it comes to Jess getting me a drink. It's like she wants me to get my stomach pumped.
Just as I suspected my eyes squint shut as I swallow the strong taste of alcohol. I don't even think there's any mixer in this. Not particularly caring about the strong taste, I continue to drink whatever concoction Jess brought me. I deserve to have fun, I worked my butt off this year and it's time to let loose.

After a few more drinks and a couple shots, we decide to go dance with the rest of the crowd.

Letting the alcohol consume me, I feel myself become completely lost in the music as I sway my hips from side to side. It's getting extremely crowded in here, to the point where bodies start cramming together from every direction.
I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my waist and a body press up against my back. This persons hands on my body only increased my hypnotic trance with the music and I continued moving my body to the beat, losing myself to the euphoric feeling of the alcohol coursing through my veins. The pair of hands made their way down to my hips and I felt myself being pulled back further into the strangers body.
This feeling was consuming me further and further as I involuntarily leaned my head back against the strangers shoulder. In return a pair of lips found the right side of my neck and trailed down to my shoulder, I could feel his stubble against my skin, igniting a fire in me as I continued moving my body against his. The strangers lips felt as cold as ice against my firey skin. I felt a strange pull towards this person behind me and decided to turn around to face the stranger. The man who has been claiming my body with his hands.

I rotate my body, his hands hover around my waist as I turn. I place my hands on his shoulders. He's much taller than I thought. My eyes slowly trail up his body. His frame is big, very intimidating as he towers over me. His chest heaves up and down as we dance in each other's arms.

I look up into his eyes and finally take in this persons appearance, who had some sort of magnetic pull on me.
I gasp at the sight of him. My god he's gorgeous. His bright blue eyes pierce down at me with a hint of shock in them. His inviting lips hung slightly open as he stares into my eyes. His hands are still around my waist. We just stood there, staring into each other's eyes. I open my mouth to speak but I can't form a sentence as my lips fall open at the mere sight of him. He does the same, opening his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Does he feel it as well?

"You" he spoke. His voice is deep and dominant. I'm surprised I can hear him over the music, we're still standing incredibly close I suppose. I look at him confused. Does he know me? My minds going into overdrive thinking where I could have seen him before.

I try to reply but my eyes are still glued to his, I'm paralysed. His eyes flicker down to my lips as I continue to try and form a sentence but fail. This is embarrassing. I've never been speechless like this before in my life.

My chest heaves up and down as his eyes trail around my face until landing on my lips once again. I bite my lip trying to slow my breathing as I stare at his lips, wondering how they taste. He watches me intently. Lust appears in his eyes as his breathing quickens and slowly leans in. Oh my god. Is he going to kiss me? I've never wanted someone to kiss me more than right now. I want to feel him against me as he kissed me. I want to run my hands through his short, thick dark hair as he claims me. I want him right here, right now. My mind isn't in the right place with the amount of alcohol I've consumed but I don't care, I don't want this euphoric feeling to end.

I can feel his hot breathe on my skin the closer he gets. I'm ready to taste him, this stranger that has had me captivated all night.
But just as I'm about to end this torment and fall completely under the strangers spell... everything went dark.