This story is a bit spontaneous and the product of my tired brain on a Thursday, wayyy past midnight. We shall see where this takes us in the future.

DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to people alive or dead is coincidental.

She shifted in her chair, trying to get more comfortable after sitting behind the desk for hours. It wasn't like she was being productive; she's watched at least 10 Buzzfeed videos and a couple of RT documentaries. Realizing that despite the fact that time spent on the documentaries was not wasted, she seriously needed to get over her writers block. Her report would not magically appear on her computer.

Her blonde hair, only secured by a couple of pins at the top of her head, now covered her eyes as she started to hug her knees in the hope of reassuring herself that she'll gather her strength and finally write that report. She sighed, trying to focus on the light tapping against the window by the rain. Thump, thump, thump, the rain poured, becoming stronger with every passing minute.

No longer feeling like she could sit motionless, she wiggled out of her uncomfortable position, stretched and put on an ocelot onesie before going into the kitchen to make some white pomegranate tea. As the kettle boiled, she pulled out her Yotaphone and started listening to music she recently added to her VK account. As the beat picked up, so did her moves as she started dance all around the kitchen singing along to an upbeat Trace Adam remix of Make Me.

Christine was a tall girl as compared to the majority of her friends, build for hard labor as her aunt once remarked; she had a very athletic build but achieved it only after having been overweight most of her teen years. Naturally, she was a brunette but having lived on her own for some time, started the habit of changing her hair color every 6 months or so and the most recent change was to blonde.

Now that her tea was finally newly brewed and hot, she proceeded to try concentrating on her work. Two hours and a banana down the line, the introduction and part of the material and methods were complete. She smiled; her perfectly straightened white teeth made an appearance as she finally decided that a break was in order. Just then her phone made a noise indicating that she has received an email. Cranking up the music, she read the forwarded correspondence from a friend.

Oh boys, how easy and difficult it was to communicate with them. This conversation in particular was between her best friend, Supi, and a love interest. That boy was irrevocably confusing and confused. Hearing once again about the tug of war in the department of attention, only made Christine sigh. Who did it like that? Why did he pull away so unexpectedly but at the same time pull her friend in like a magnet? Sure there were signs that he had some skeletons in his closet, memories of his long-term ex, possible commitment issues but why extrapolate it onto a new person. Christine picked up her phone and rang up her best friend.

"You read it right?" Supi asked, knowing the answer ahead of time

"Why does he keep on doing this?" Christine responded

"I don't know", she paused for a moment "I wanted to heal whatever it is that's bothering him. I know that something is wrong but he's not sharing. I have been attentive and caring and am willing to do so much to make it work but how much more of this can and should I take. I don't know."

Supi fell silent again, a silence which lasted about a 30 seconds. "But, but the passion is there. When we're together, when he looks at me, when he holds me. It's there, I can feel and so can he I'm sure."

The onslaught of memories that suddenly befell Supi was almost overwhelming. She could practically feel his hot breath on her neck, his long fingers tracing the line of her collar. Laying in bed against a large pillow, she imagined him laying behind her, nuzzling her neck.

"Are you certain that you're in love with him and not just the idea of him," Christine said finally breaking the silence. "He's obviously not let go of the past, from what you've told me. I don't want you to waste time like I did. You were there, you remember all the details. It's easier to see things from the side, I don't know, pretend it's me in your shoes. What would you tell me to do?"

"Ughh", grumbled Supi, "I'd tell you that you need to have a serious talk with him and make your decision then. Why, why do you have to remind me to do stuff like this? Why can't this all be easier?"

Their conversation continued on for another hour or so, including watching some random videos as the same time. That's what happens when bestfriends live apart and on different continents. After a nice dinner, Christine finally got ready for bed and as she re-read an old favorite book by Bertrice Small, she didn't even notice that her eyes slowly closed and she drifted off to restless sleep.

They had just finished that long hike in Marin Headlands, it was fun and exhausting, he had been a bit shy about holding her hand but Christine felt that all that he needed was a little bit of encouragement. Finally he had put an arm around her as they took the bus ride back to University, she could feel herself slowly melt as the warmth from his hand penetrated her. As they walked to his car while holding hands, Christine could feel herself walking on air. There he was, stepping over the walls he had once built around his heart, he was doing so much for her.

In the car, they made light of the trip, laughingly remembered as one of the hike participants, a young man of 20 years of age, desperately tried flirting with all the girls there. Suddenly, Christine realized that he had raised his hand and his warm palm was caressing her cheek. He leaned in, their breaths mingling as he lightly brushed her nose with his while his other arm snaked around her waist pulling their bodies closer. Suddenly, there it was, his hot lips pressing against hers, teasing and coaxing her into opening her mouth ever slightly. With the blush still staining her cheeks, she gave him entrance into her palate only to suddenly be overwhelmed by the onslaught of his tongue darting in and out of her, causing her to hold her breath.

A moan escaped her lips….

A moan escaped her lips and suddenly Christine jolted awake, her breath coming in fast. It was him again, invading her dreams, making her moan even when he was so far way.

So, hope you liked the first chapter. We'll see what happens to Christine and Supi as well as whom the mystery men are.

Notes: VK - aka Vkontakte, a Russian social media network with free music etc.