Just a crazy thing that pop up in my mind... I watched The Ugly Truth for the hundreth time two days ago and the elevator scene inspired me... Anyway... Hope you'll like it. It's a little bit different from what I usually do...
She was stuck. It was hot, dizzy and steamy. Her eyes blinked sometimes but stayed closed. She turned her head on the right side, giving more space of the neck. It was hurting and cold, the wall of the confined place. She needed air before she collapsed. She wanted to scream and ask for air, but even if it was intoxicating and breathtaking, she was enjoying and whished it could last forever.
This place was the place of paradoxes. Cold and hot. Hurt and enjoyment. Alike and different. Dark when she had her eyes closed, bright when she opened them and was dazzled by the roof lights.
His hands were everywhere. She wondered how he could do. There wasn't a harsh stop. He put his hand on her waist, it burnt and his hand was already on her thight. She still felt the warmth of his hand on her waist, yet. His body was against her, stucking her even more against the cold wall, taking more place, taking more air... the air she needed so much.
He whispered something in her ear but she didn't understand it. She was too blind, too deaf and too voiceless. She was here and somewhere else.
Paradox.
A few minutes ago, if you had told her she was going to feel like this, she wouldn't have believed you. When she saw him, she didn't think of... this. So far she remembered , she never experienced such a thing. With no one. Never.
She was not the kind of girl to do that... She was very usual, and at the same time she wasn't... Well, she was a fugitive. A fugitive is not a saint, right?
But that... it never happened.
She moaned as he bit her earlobe. Gosh, this man was something, he was a drug. You taste it and you want more, more and more.
She was aware it would stop sooner or later. But she didn't want it to. She wanted to rip his white shirt off, she wanted to destroy every piece of fabric which prevented her from a skin to skin connection.
Now she prayed for a power cut.
She opened her eyes as he attacked her naked shoulder with his hot lips. She could see the screen which indicated the floor number. Number changed.
12...
Three left and it would be over. She put her hands over his chest and made his lips met hers.
13...
She smiled between his kisses and pushed him away a little more.
14...
He looked at her and smiled. Showing off his dimples. His light ocean blue eyes are now marine blue. He nodded.
The bell of the elevator rang.
15.
"Well, Freckles... it was a pleasure to see you again."
She stayed muted. How could she answer he had stolen all her air from her lungs. He straightened his white shirt and his suit jacket. She smiled and did her best to not show her real feelings.
"For me too, Sawyer."
He walked out of the elevator, still looking at her and the doors began to close. She looked up at the roof, leaning back against the wall. Weirdly, it wasn't cold anymore. Anything felt like a minute ago. She stared at the buttons and pushed one, not knowing that he had pushed the button at the same time. The doors opened again very slowly.