It's not always that you find yourself needing her like this. Most of the time is just the normal feeling of wanting her body; you can't deny she's beautiful. Today is different. You wake up without remembering any dreams. The lack of fantasies about her and her lips makes you groan and cover yourself with the white sheets.
You long for her, but she doesn't want you. The only things she needs to have the world at her feet are her red lipstick and those killer high heels. And you? If you are lucky to win the world on a raffle, you'll lose it in a second.
She writes today, after a week of absence, and you get excited.
Street fighter tonight. Order some pizza!
Love, Fleur.
Her text is too short, but it doesn't matter.
You feel giddy all day and clean the small flat as much as you can. Fleur deserves only the best, even if you can't always give that to her. Your poor family could never afford your studies, and the little money you make it's only enough for pizza and chinese take-outs. You have nothing to offer, but she never asks for anything.
Until this night.
"Where are we going with this, Bill?"
The question is asked between bites of pizza, after you win on her favorite game. You look at her and see she's calm, no anger in her eyes. No bitterness. It feels as if she talks of the weather instead of the multiple times you have found the way to each other's bed.
In your mind, that same question has wandered for a time, but the answer never comes. A bite of the mushroom and pepperoni pizza helps you think before speaking again.
"Wherever you want it to," you say. "No matter what it is, I'll always be there."
Your answer surprises her (it even surprises you, too), but she disregards the space between you and locks her luscious lips with yours: that's when you know this is real. The feeling of her mouth is all you can think at that moment; you have wanted this for a long time.
"Then, I'm your girlfriend."
She presses the Start button and continues playing; her favorite character kicking yours before you can get hold of the controller.
"I love you," you say in between matches, not even looking at her, but there's no need for that.
A few seconds later, as she punches your character into oblivion (again), she answers you.
"You always did."
A smile adorns your face, but her concentration is on the game and she doesn't see it. "And always will."