He smiled.
I waved.
He winked.
I giggled.
It was the most typical drunken bar romance – but – it was something I wouldn't remember…so it was good.
He made the bartender slide a straight shot of Bushmills my way.
I was not complaining.
He came over to sit next to my stool.
Still good over here.
We didn't speak.
Our eyes did.
His hand brushed my arm.
I shivered.
He smiled again.
So did I.
Someone leaned in.
He won the tongue war.
He wasn't affected by the cold air.
Me and my paper thin t-shirt were.
He gave me his jacket.
I shrugged it on.
He hailed a taxi.
I watched the muscles in his arm move.
He opened the door for me.
I gawked.
He gave the driver directions.
I straddled him.
He forced my body closer than physically possible.
I moaned.
He stopped.
I whimpered.
He opened the door to his apartment
- with little help from my wandering hands.
He pushed me against the door.
I jumped him.
He tore the buttons off my shirt.
I ripped the fabric of his.
He stumbled, carrying me down the hallway.
I held onto his neck and belt buckle.
He slammed the door to his room.
I smacked the light switch.
He pulled my ass into his hardness.
I lost all feeling in my legs.
He started to lift my skirt.
I couldn't breathe.
He pulled down our last barrier.
I couldn't breathe.
He slid a finger into me.
I flinched.
He looked up with those emerald eyes.
I looked at him with my boring ones.
He kissed me and plunged in.
I screamed bloody murder.
He had done this before.
I hadn't.
He gave me a moment, using kisses as distractions.
I felt an intense rush of pleasure.
He pushed in slower but deeper.
I made an animalistic guttural noise.
So did he.
He created the beat.
I finished the rhythm.
He yelled for me.
I screamed for him.
He stayed in me.
I couldn't let him leave.
He wasn't awake yet.
I watched him sleep.
He noticed something was missing and remembered very little.
I went home and then work.
And that's how six years later, I was in the emergency room of the closest hospital that accepted our insurance with my son who had a broken arm. I was panicking on the inside about the pain meds I didn't have the money for. I was hovering over my son in case something happened. I was looking into the eyes of his extremely hot green eyed doctor.
"I told you you'd like this hospital." The evil little pixie said.