A/N: I don't own anything.
TONGUE TIED
"In the sill of the night, i held you. Held you tight..."
Music rang out into the stillness of the room from an old record player. It wasn't the kind of music you would expect people in this day and age would play. After all, doowop had died out after the 60's. Romantic and sensual, fitting in with the dimly light room, it was like something out of an old movie. You half expected Doris Day to walk across the room with her leading man.
Clothing that lead to the bedroom, had been thrown on the floor in a careless manner. A black shirt, blue jeans, a black cocktail dress, and Christian Louboutin shoes adorned the floor in one giant heap. plink plink the sound of pearls hitting the floor rang out followed by soft laughter.
"I'm sorry I'll buy you a new necklace."
"it's o.k. It's not that big of a deal."
He pulled her closer to him and began to run his hand up her back; her skin felt hot under his constantly cold fingers. His hand reached for her bra clasp and he began to undo it. Once the clasp was free, she began to pull the straps down her shoulders seductively. She smiled at him and bit her lip as she held her bra in between her pointer finger and thumb. With that, she let the bra fall onto the floor, and laughed when she saw his expression. He was in awe of her, and knowing that made her feel like the most beautiful thing to have ever graced the room.
Their love making was one full of passion and heat, with each one crying out in pleasure. Bite, slap, up, down, on top, under, a hair pull here and there, a bite of the lip, nail scratches down the back Almost as if to remind each other who they belonged to.
Their relationship had been built on heat, and they had thrived on it. Their love was fierce and tender all at the same time, and it was their drug. It was painful and wrong and they knew they should give it up, but neither one was willing to go through withdrawals. After so many years of this addictive passion, how could they just stop? They were junkies to the misery and pleasure they brought each other, that living with out complications seemed impossible.
"I have to be getting home, it's really late..."
"Why can't you just stay here? there's plenty of room... plus i would really like to sleep next to you for once. I hate when you just leave like this, you make this feel cheap."
"You know as well as I do why I wont stay Craig. I have to go home... I don't want to explain myself again."
Craig looked down and sighed. He shook his head in sadness and anger, while grabbing her underwear and bra. Grabbing it from him, she headed to the bathroom to begin getting dressed, acting as if she hadn't just been in a compromising position that would've made even Madonna blush.
But no. She would not be taken for a fool this time. She would be strong and go on with her own personal life as if he didn't exist. This time, she would pretend that him having a girlfriend didn't affect her. This time, she wouldn't let the memory of them speaking of having a family together, make her hold on to him and wait like a fish on a hook.
She was grown up. She was 21 years old. She was Manny Santos.