It's cold, oh so very cold. Every breath leaves behind visible little clouds, as if tiny vulcanoes were about to erupt. Nothing is said and silence surrounds two figueres illuminated only by the half-moonlight in the sky.
'A starry, brisk and clear night', she wonders. She tries to connect those shiny little dots, but fails miserably as there are too many to count - and makes the mistake to look up to his face, to look into his eyes. He's so close, doesn't move away, not even an inch.
She's lost and ponders. Ponders, about how this is so wrong and yet, how it feels like finally coming home, like reaching a safe harbour after a stormy, rough night on the sea. Something catches her breath, making her wince and look away in embarassment. Before she can tilt her head away from him, a frost-bitten hand softly catches her chin, cubs her cheek and demands to continue their eye contact.
Still, nothing is said. She grows nervous by the minute. Fidgeting, she tries to look anywhere but into these burning orbs. It's almost like they are pulsing with pure energy, making her warm from the inside out. Breathless, her gaze wanders down his face and settles on his mouth, lips slightly parted. Involutarily, she softly moans.
Apparently, a signal he waited for, as her own lips are suddenly engulfed between his, a hard yet soft, moist warmth, a battling of tongues. Inching closer and closer until not even a piece of paper can fit between them, resting both hands on his shoulders, not brave enough to wrap them around his neck, while he slowly manovers them to the car, until she leans against it, feeling the cold, metal door on her back, making her press closer to him. He seems to not care, for he himself nudges her towards the car, rubbing his groin on her lower part. She responds with equal lust, becoming heated until she doesn't feel the cold of the metal on her back no more.
Her mind is clouded, in the sky, souring with the winds towards the stars she's been admiring a few moments back. He seems to notice her slowly drifting away as she hasn't taken a breath for a while. She tries to catch her breath, she reminds herself to breath in - and out. Then she feels his forehead touching her own, seeing eye to eye with him.
"This is wrong. We need to stop", is what he says.
"Yes", she responds.
'Still, it feels so good, like....home', she thinks.
"Right", he breathes onto her lips.
Looking into the starry, brisk and clear night, she lets herself be pulled away from the car, fingers intertwined, shoulder next to shoulder, off the car park and away from responsibilities. 'Please, just for tonight', she muses, 'please, let me feel like coming home.'
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