It wasn't meant to be anything.
We met at a bar and got chatting. I fell for his boyish charm. We didn't talk for long, and if we did I wasn't listening.
I was too busy.
Too busy ravishing him with my mind; too busy undressing him with my eyes.
I wanted him.
I wanted to call him mine for the night, and for him to call me his.
I wanted to cascade onto the sheets and pretend that we'd loved one another for years, and still would for many years to come.
I wanted to taste him and feel him and smell him, but do so leisurely, as if I could do such things every day.
I wanted to fool myself.
I wanted to wake up next morning, isolated in the crumpled sheets, and find a note beside me thanking me for last night.
And I would smile and get on with my life.
Another to meet.
Another to ravish.
Another to undress.
Another to call mine.
Another to belong to.
Another taste.
Another feel.
Another smell.
Another pretend love.
Another set of crumpled sheets.
Another lonely morning.
Another smile.
And repeat.
Or so I had hoped. Until Alfred.
Author's note: This came out of literally nowhere. But I like it. I'm actually considering turning it into a chaptered story about Alfred and Arthur. When I get my other projects out of the way, of course.
What do you guys think? Want to read more?
Critique is welcomed, comments are appreciated.
Thank you and enjoy~
Disclaimer: Alfred and Arthur belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
AnorexicWalrus~
