One-Shot: House at the End of the Street Kiss
Elissa Cassidy listened to Ryan Jacobson as he philosophized about this world and the one beyond. Sitting on a log, he expressed to her:
"...Secrets around them. Even though they're right in front of them, just hiding, waiting to be found."
Elissa clasped her hand in his. "I like the way you see things. I like the way you see me." Her expression soft, she leaned in and softly kissed Ryan's lips. Just for a moment. Then, she drew back, waiting expectantly.
Ryan leaned in and kissed her on the lips in return. This kiss lingered slightly longer before they broke apart. Elissa calmly stood and held out her hands to Ryan. Helping him to his feet off the log, the pair walked hand in hand back to the house at the end of the street...
Moments later, Elissa was kissing Ryan deeply. Her mouth opened wide as she inhaled Ryan's lips against her own, her tongue prodding his mouth. Ryan reclined in the soft armchair as he allowed her worship of him, as she sat in his lap, straddling him. Her hands gently framed his jaw. His hands rested on Elissa's sides, rustling the fabric of her clothes, just waiting for the signal to undress her.
Unacknowledged and undisturbed by the couple was a walkie-talkie, sitting on the coffee table behind them. An ordinary walkie-talkie - except for who was listening in on its match, to the sounds of Elissa giggling between kisses...
As Elissa and Ryan kissed, a girl locked in a cell-like room upstairs heard it all. She was Carrie-Ann, the seemingly long-dead sister of Ryan. Knowing her brother to be... distracted, Carrie-Ann now rose from her meager bed and approached the door to her prison.
Downstairs, Elissa recaptured Ryan's lips in her own with an easy give-and-take. The smacks of their engaged mouths were all that disturbed the stillness of the house. Elissa leaned and applied more pressure, kissing Ryan harder.
Back upstairs, Carrie-Ann rifled through some papers until she found what she was looking for - the bottom of an old pizza box. She slid it under the crack beneath the door, then gave the wood a whack with her hand. Then a firmer punch after pressing her ear against the surface to listen. The thump echoed ominously from the other side of the door. On a latch above the door, the key did not move.
Elissa and Ryan did not hear a thing, as Elissa took Ryan's lips yet again between her own and suckled on them tenderly. Kiss, kiss, break apart... kiss, kiss, break apart... The moments of rest between smacking of lips were now shorter, more desperate. It was only a matter of time before passions gave way to physical intimacy, animalistic lovemaking...
Once more, Carrie-Ann pounded on the door. One final slap, and the latch itself gave way, the key tinkling as it fell and was caught by the pizza box. Oh so carefully, Carrie-Ann pulled her ticket to freedom back through the space under the door and into her hands at last.
Elissa continued to kiss Ryan, blissfully unaware. Her lips nibbled on his sensuously once again before the couple broke apart. Pecking his lips one last time, Elissa sexily whispered, "I'll be right back." The blonde beauty then gracefully rose from Ryan's lap and exited the living room, slipping into the room beyond. Ryan stood from the easy chair and gazed after her in a daze...