Author's note: A drabble based on a prompt challenge from an unrelated LiveJournal community, involving the elements of the periodic table. I decided to borrow their challenge and just challenge myself. Hopefully they won't mind.
prompt: oxygen
279 words
Breath
My lungs are burning, but I'm beyond caring; her mouth is crushed against mine so hard I imagine it might bruise, her tongue driven halfway down my throat.
The pressure is building inside my chest and I'm forced to tear myself from her at last, oxygen flooding my lungs in ragged gasps. It's stolen from me again as her lips attack the pulse at my neck, breath hot against my jugular. Tongue trailing across my collarbone. Moving lower.
Her hands are everywhere at once. The weight of her body presses me hard against the desk, the soft warmth of her flesh pouring across every nerve.
Those eyes are searing me through; predatory, dangerous—the smoky green tinted dark with desire. She was always in control, always got what she wanted. What I wouldn't give to hear her beg, make her scream; make her lose that cool control entirely.
My skin is crackling from the inside out, raw heat pulsing through my veins; I can't breathe, can't think—can't think about anything but what she's doing to me, how much I need… Need…
Oh, God--
I woke up to the sound of my own voice gasping her name. It was a name I'd never be permitted to use, at least not when addressing her directly. Not polite. Not professional. But I could savour the feel of it over my tongue when no one was around, could breathe it to myself late at night, wondering stupidly if maybe she could hear it.
Adelle.
I rolled over to face the wall, tried to block out everything but the darkness. Tried to get back to sleep. But I could still see those eyes.