The Stranger Who Stole Her

June 16, 2009
Her hand grasped his face as she pulled him in for a slow seductive kiss. She pulled away leaving the lingering sensation. He immediately attacked her for more. She stumbled backward from the force that he kissed her with. She grabbed the back of his neck as he put his arms around her back. She wanted to stop… so many question were running through her fuzzy mind. Who are you, where are you from, how old are you, why are you here…. But actions took place where words should have.
It was quiet now, the passionate noises died down as they settled in their places. A horn blared from outside… reminding her that soon she would have to step outside to face the consequences. She could feel him inhaling and the soft beats of his heart. He curled up beside her, she fell into his shape and he put his arms around her.
She draped her arm over his chest and looked up at him. He pulled her on top of him and leaned forward to kiss her. She immediately obliged and she smiled as she did so. He whispered, “You’re so irresistible…” she bit her lip seductively and put her arms around his head as she leaned down for another slow kiss.
He was sleeping; she could feel his breathing patterns and knew he was sleeping. She couldn’t seem to get comfortable enough to let sleep take her. She tried not to move so much to wake him. She was tired and ridiculously worn out. She looked over at his still figure and placed her arm across his chest and placed her hand in his. His fingers immediately found hers and she wondered how asleep he was. After fighting a battle with being comfortable, sleep finally won. Weary, she succumbed to the darkness.
“It is always hard falling asleep next to your latest conquest.” How true this statement always had been for her.