crazier
Prolouge
'I was trying to fly
But I couldn't find wings
Then you came along
And you changed everything.'
Bodies, are bodies, are bodies. There's no attachment, nor commitment. And I can tell she thinks the same, as her hands clasp around my tie and she pulls me close. I'm choking, but it's the good type of choking, the one you begin to feel when you're under the water too long and it's filled your lungs until it's you're unable to breathe.
Her breath is stale with the scent of alcohol, and for some that may be a turn off, but I can't help it, I pull her closer. My back hits a wall, shoulder blades digging into peeled paint. You'd think the rooms would've been better off as this was a Capitol catered event. But it doesn't matter at that moment. Her teeth find there way into my lips, and she's clamping down like some kind of piranha.
'You sure you wanna do this?' I hiccup, because let's face it, I may be a little out there myself right now, but I know what's about to go down. And what could happen because of it.
'Of course,' she chastens, like my question was nothing more than a simple yes or no. Would you like another glass of wine? I bet she'd said yes to that one more than once tonight.
'Someone could see.' But she's already pushed me back onto the mattress, 'It'll ruin your pretty little reputation down in the Seam, hm?'
She clucks her tongue, and shakes her head, 'Who cares?' Tender fingers begin working there way up my chest, as she pulls at the buttons. The tie lays forgotten on the carpet, like a single black sheep in a field of its white counterpart, 'It's New Years, baby.'
A soft wind touches my stomach as she pulls back the sleeves, and then there's her mouth against mine again, working it's way like a dance. And I don't fight it, because she's right. It's New Years, baby; crazier things have happened.