He watches me from across the room. It's as though I am the only person there, only I'm not. There are tons of other dancers, boozers, clubbers, clics, groups of friends, etc. The loud music booms from large stereos behind me, the haze from the fake fog hangs in the air, creating something of an eerie look to the place. He has dark hair, eyes, and clothes... matches the place well. Typical stereotype right? Tall, dark, and handsome. He just watched me, as I stood there, near the wall, drinking my gin and tonic. I watched his eyes as they traveled up and down my body. Normally I wasn't one to be into that clubber, casual sexual fun thing, but there was something about this one. This was not just some idiot guy, drunk and looking to pick up his latest toy. This guy was a dark spirit. He had a dark energy about him, that emanated from him. His energy made me breathless, yet he hardly moved. His eyes burned deep into my soul. His burning energy was like a spark that ignited a fire inside me. I wanted him.
I moved out onto the dance floor and made my moves to the music. I didn't really know how to dance, but then, neither did anyone else here. It was more of a release than anything else. Letting out the stress of the week. Work, homework, classes, pressures, exams, stupid people.. all gone in a wave of jumping, rushing, spazzing about, twisting, whatever came to my body. I looked away and enjoyed my own world of nothing but loud music and movement... haze... everywhere, there was haze.
I lost track, time meant nothing in this new world. The music paused before moving onto the next tune. I looked back to where I had seen my stranger earlier. He wasn't there. I felt a disappointment. I sighed and looked back to my now empty glass that had held tonic, and mostly gin. Nothing left to do but turn back to the music. I felt it surge through my body like electricity. I lost myself again in that haze of foggy music. That's when I felt it again. This new form of energy. It rushed through my body, set my skin on fire. It came as a form of breath on my neck.
Turning, I saw him, dancing right there with me. His body was in tune with mine even though we had our own releases, own movements. I couldn't take my eyes off his eyes. He had become an addiction, powerful and necessary. My breathing and heart rate increased at the simple sight and smell of him. He moved closer, his eyes never losing sight of me. He took turns looking into my eyes, into my soul, then at my lips. He said nothing with his own lips, but I could hear what he was saying. Without thinking, our bodies moved closer. We were two beings whose minds had merged into one subconscious being. Each of us only wanted one thing, only saw one thing... the other.
He was so close now that I could feel his body against mine. his face, his lips only an inch or so away from mine. Our chests and hips were pressed together, moving with the music. There was no such thing as school, work, papers. All there was, was him. My stranger. The dark spirit. His face glistened from the sweat of dancing and of being so close. But it felt like he wasn't close enough, he could never be close enough. I was filled with an insatiable hunger. I could tell that he was filled with the same appetite. His hand had rested easily on my hip at first, but that didn't satisfy him. Before long he had grabbed one of the belt loops on my jeans. He wanted me closer than was physically possible. We were of the same mind.
I brought my opposite hand up to his face. He was wet from sweat, not all of it was simply from the exertion of dancing. Shaking slightly, I allowed my hand to touch his cheek, my thumb unthinkingly crossing over to his lips. He closed his eyes and seemed to take in every touch between our bodies. I couldn't hear it, but I could sense him groan slightly. It felt as though I could feel all that he felt. It was powerful and stifling. It was more than I could bare, but I felt like I'd die if I let go of him. He brought me back from my oblivion by gently kissing my thumb. It was as though new breath filled my lungs. I refocused my eyes on him, still unconsciously moving to the music with him. I could no longer hear the music, and the silence was deafening. The only sound I could hear was our collective breathing, our collective heartbeat. I let my hand move up his cheek and into his damp and wild hair. My hand ran through the dark, soft strands and rested on the top of the back of his head.
My simple gesture seemed to push him over the edge. He moved dangerously closer to me, his mouth so close that I could feel his quickened breathing. We were like pieces of the whole. The closer he got, the harder breathing became, but that didn't matter because he filled me with his own breath and vise versa. We were a synthesis, synchronized together with desire. With one hand firmly attached to my belt loop, he moved his other hand to my side and just under my shirt. His touch was like a searing fire that shot through my body and before I knew it, he had locked his lips onto mine.
Unknown "Tomb Raider" Very Unhappy
- 16 years, 7 months, 6 days ago
