Fiction assignment

Jahapp, mitt absolut senaste alster. Fiction är det, alltså rent påhitt. Inte nöjd alls, ett fjolligt ämne. Känns mer som Harlequin... ;) Men vad gör man när inspirationen tryter?

Her face lit up with a smile as she took the last worn step of the old stairs. The racing of her heart echoed in her ears, she just wanted to feel the tingling inside when the image of him reached her eyes. The effort she put in to hide her excitement was not even worth the try. She sent a glance, not half as discrete as she imagined, into his office while fiddling with the lock to her one. He was late.

The pattern she had was rooted deep inside of her. Ever since she discovered the power of the female sexuality, she had used it to her advantage. What she had learned during the years was that her own heart more than often got carried away in the thing she had intended to be a game or just a distraction from the normality. For many years, she had read her horoscope, even books about her Zodiac sign, the Leo.

In his or her relations with others the Leo type is open, sincere, genuine and trusting. Outgoing, spontaneously warm hearted and plain spoken, though never lacking in kindliness, Leos are more disillusioned than the average if let down by those they trust. They are not good judges of character and are inclined to favoritism and an exaggerated faith in their followers which too often ends in disappointment. They have a strong sex drive and are so attracted to the opposite sex they find it hard to be constant; they can be so intensely sexual as to become dissolute. They may have numerous love affairs for their love of pleasure and beauty is liable to drive them from one attractive partner to another. They are very much inclined to deceive. Their marriages may fail for the same reason, yet they are sincere and generous to their lovers while love lasts, and will remain attached to their homes so long as it is run for their benefit. They demand service but are incapable of giving it.

It took a long time for her to realize that she really was a Leo, a textbook example at that. To be the focus of attention, to have the admiring eyes of men on her, to bask in the shine of her boosted ego was what she lusted after, every moment of her life.

When he sat down at the white table together with her and their co-workers, he didn’t know where the night would end. His head was a total mess, he was heartbroken and confused. He liked her, he already knew he did. She sat there, so distant and untouchable. As the empty glasses on the table grew in number, his insides overflowed with a silent desire. She asked him if he had a hard time with compliments, he blushed and stuttered an attempted response. She told him he had beautiful eyes and a lovely smile and promised him some post-it notes to make sure he knew she was serious. He downed a couple of more drinks, bought her some more red wine and in his mind a plan started to form.

She noticed that her knees were a bit unsteady as she rose from the white plastic chair to visit the ladies’ room. Totally habitually, she talked to herself in the mirror. She told herself she was in control, that she was beautiful and strong and could do whatever she put her mind to. She acknowledged the burning glow in her eyes, nodding to herself as if to say “if…then seize!” With an affirmative nod, she returned to yet another glass of red wine.

The cold beer from the refrigerator hissed and foamed as they broke the seal. They had left the bar to go dancing, her arm hooked closely in his, pretending to support but really wanting to be close. The intimacy of their mutual laughter mixed with the beat of the music. In the bewilderment of dancing and drinking, he kissed her. She was dizzy from all the red wine and didn’t know how to react. She wasn’t sure where the kiss had landed, but she was intrigued. They danced, on the linoleum floor in the scarcely decorated attic apartment. Her hips moved to lure him closer, his hand caressed her lower back. The smile on her face sparkled with recognition, her fingers rested on the back of his neck, drawing circles to feel his short cut hair. The eighties’ rock music kept pumping, her hips moving in rhythm, his hand pressing harder against her back. Their eyes swept past each other, only to quickly focus again. The world spun faster and faster, but came to an abrupt stop when his tongue met hers. He floated, she held on. They landed on the king size bed, all tangled up.

- You’re beautiful. You’re just so beautiful, he whispered in her ear.
- So are you, she said, smilingly looking into his eyes, basking in the light of his smile back.
- I love you, he said, mumbling the sacred words into her hair, trying to hide them but only burying them in her memory forever.

Suddenly everything was moving too fast for her. She felt the control slip out of her hands. It was no longer a distraction, a game. His words altered the rules. The conflict between her brain and her lust made the world spin even faster. The fact that they were not alone suddenly hit her. The warmth of his fingers running across her naked stomach sent flashes of desire through her body, she could hardly withstand it. A glow in his eyes made her give in for a minute, his hands working faster and faster, removing his clothes even faster than hers.

- We can’t do this.
- Yes, we can, he answered.
- No, we can’t, not here. I want to, but we can’t.
- Yes. Yes, we can. Nobody cares.
- I really want to, but this isn’t the right place…
- Yes, it is. We can do this.

She once again gave in to the lust that pounded her body. His already naked body pressed against hers, the button in her pants creating an obstacle which in turn produced a giggle between them, more intimate than the act they were starting to engage in.

She made sure to stand where she could see. The conversation with someone else, accompanied by a cup of tea went smoothly, but her senses were constantly tuned in on the entrance. When the familiar creak of the door vibrated in her ear drum, she tried to turn her head casually. She was just a millisecond too late and only caught the back of his head when he walked down the corridor. The memory of their fire burned in her fingertips. She blocked the urge to run after to burn him as well.

When he woke up, naked and hung-over, in the king size bed, he felt an overwhelming urge to find her on the other side of the bed. She wasn’t. It took him a couple of minutes to remember that she had left him the night before. His body ached for her, but his mind was spinning. The desire for her was evident, but how to have her for his own? He was bewildered, his wounded heart still ached in his chest, but it was no longer bleeding. The taste of her still lingered in his mouth, creating a craving he had never felt before.

She lurked around in the corridors the rest of the day, hoping to get a moment alone with him, just to feel the temperature rise between them. A mental straitjacket kept her hands to herself, her mind constantly repeating their lips meeting and the sacred words whispered. In a fumbling attempt to stand, of course very nonchalant, next to him by the coffee machine, the scent of him forced her to move away. She feared herself and her actions. Every time he spoke, no matter to whom, no matter what he really said, she heard:

- Baby, just you wait until next time… I’ll finish what I started. I love you, that’s what I told you. I know, I DO know what my body told you.

He leaned against her doorpost, backpack hanging from the other shoulder and his black jacket enticing her. He stretched his arm awkwardly, making his t-shirt glide up. The waistband of his underwear and the thin line of hair that crept downwards showed. She had to hide the gasp for air. They spoke, but their words were without importance. Her eyes were betraying her, his mouth revealing him. She had trouble sorting the information he gave her, her body drawn to him in the most natural of ways, her mind playing a Scrabble version of desire. He fidgeted with the zip of his jacket; she twirled her hair between her fingers. They both knew that their union was inevitable.