While it will pale in comparison to the movie, I'll stay as true to the characters as well as I can while making it my own.
1: Affair of the Heart
The door opened hard, slamming into the wall, flying back nearly closing, a hand catching it, throwing it back, not bothering to see if it shut or not. Lips pressed down on lips, hurriedly; sneakers slipped and slid on wood as two people flew in the bedroom, frenzied now. Quickly as the kisses had started, they stopped, hands ripped and tore at clothes, fabric fell in shards.
This was unlike anything she had ever experienced.
More thrilling than the first time she'd had sex, ten times higher than the feeling she had the first time she got high, she was feeling life in a way she had never experienced before: for once, instead of living in a surreal, uncoordinated world, everything was sharp, new, bright, pulsing with life.
Real.
And it scared her.
Their lips met again, again, again. This was the first time she'd ever felt someone's lips on hers. This was the first time she was in someone's arms, nearly naked and exposed. This was the true loss of her virginity, the first of all firsts.
Magically, her bra and underwear were off in seconds, she was on her back, naked and at his mercy, breathless. He straddled her, looking down at her. Unlike others who she found ugly, sometimes even repulsive when nude, he was beautiful. His body was like a map of the world-every cut, scar, bruise told of another story, another heartbreak never healed. He defied every logic of science, for all intents and purposes he should have been in the back of a crackhouse getting high or picking up prostitutes, at best. At worst, he should have been dead.
Depending on one's impression, the latter may have been better.
And yet he was none of that.
He was too strong to give in.
And yet his strength was not strong enough to stay away from her. That was evident in this intimate moment, where these two street-wise survivors were ready to experience something new for the first time.
The silver of the wrapper glinted off her gold hoop earring in the late afternoon sunlight. She didn't watch his hands as they quickly but carefully opened the package, nor did they follow the movements as he lifted himself off her and rolled it on, then nestled his body perfectly between hers. She watched his eyes, blue, at times lifeless and cruel. Now, they were concerned, for what or who was unknown.
More likely than not though it was the uncharted territories they were about to enter together-and would they make it to the other side?