He just wanted to get wasted he wanted to drink till he couldn't think anymore. These thoughts, thoughts of her.
He was tired, tried of it all. Pretending like he felt nothing, that she was just a friend. She wasn't, and it torn him apart inside to act like she was.
Of course he could never tell her, she was married and she would never see him that way. But she was all he could see, all he could think about and it was drowning him, tearing him apart to see her day after day, to hear her, be around her and not be able to be with her.
"A pint please" he sighed as he sat down at the bar, the barmaid looked at his tired face and said softly "Been a hard day?" he nodded, not wanting to make conversation he just wanted to be left alone. It was the reason he had turned down Tom's offer of a drink, he just wanted some time alone, from that place. From those people, because all it did was remind him of her.
She had watched him come into the bar, and sit down. He was just her type, dark haired and quiet, he looked quiet. Shy even. And as she watched him nervously move his glass around in his hands, lost. That was something she could relate too, she had been lost for a long time, running. It felt forever.
As she smoothed her long blonde hair, she stood up and walked towards him.
He was so lost in thought, he didn't notice her standing beside him not until she spoke "A penny for them?" the voice sounded familiar. As he looked up he expected to see her, yet he was greeted by a pretty young blonde, she was younger then him. But not by much, it seemed. She smiled brightly at him, "You look like you could do with some company" he was about to protest but she sat down, and suddenly for some unknown reason he felt better. He couldn't explain it, he'd never felt this way around anyone else, anyone else but her.
She watched his eyes, as he looked up at her almost like he was expecting her to be someone else. His eyes were beautiful, but there was something lost there. She could see it more clearly now.
As she sat down, she felt something. A connection, she couldn't explain it. She had been running for so long and now as her eyes locked with his she finally felt like she had stopped.
It was filled with need, her lips against his. There was no love, or feelings. Just need, as he kicked the door shut his hands were all over her alcohol spreading through his veins, he felt reckless, free. He pulled back, his eyes searching hers, they remained him of something but he couldn't put his finger on it, the thoughts flow from his head as her hands found his jeans, pulling them down. He moaned as she pushed him against the wall, her own hands moving up her skirt as she pushed her panties aside. And then she moved his hands to her ass, he took the hint and lifted her up.
She'd never felt this way before, this need this want. She'd had her share of lovers of course. But it had never been this way. As his fingers, moved over her ass as he lifted her she felt goose bumps, his eyes locked with hers. And she saw it again, a look almost as if he knew her. All thought went from her mind as she throw back her head, a moan escaping her throat as he found his way inside her. She gripped his arms, as he moved faster and quicker with such need.
She was so tight, and wet. Her perfume filling his senses and yet, even now all he could think about was her. He moved faster, trying to force the images from his mind. Would she feel this tight? Would she moan as he moved inside her, he let out a moan of his own against the girl's neck as he felt his release, he felt ashamed. And yet, as he felt her release and saw her eyes, her beautiful eyes once again locked with his, and she spoke a voice he was so familiar with and yet he couldn't understand why "That was amazing" she panted as she slid from his arms, standing in front of him.
The alcohol couldn't hide the tension that filled the room, two strangers as they stared at each other. They clothes rumpled from the need that had filled their body two strangers, both lost and alone.
He couldn't shake the feel he knew her. From somewhere.. he was pulled from his thoughts "I am Rebecca" her soft voice whispered as she came back into vision and he once again was struck by how beautiful she was, her long blond hair hung in her eyes as she brushed it behind her ear, biting down on her lower lip, causing the feeling once again of deja vu. But he pushed the feeling away, this was a chance a chance to get her out of his head, a chance to move on. He smiled and replied "I'm Chris"