AN: This story is going to contain spoilers: not this chapter specifically, but the next chapter is still in progress and already it has a ton of spoilers. If you haven't seen the movie or read the book (Secret Smile by Nicci French), you definitely should because a) it rocks and b) this isn't going to make any sense if you haven't. The movie is on youtube and the book is most likely at whatever bookstore you live near. If you can't find it there, look on Amazon or ebay or something. A lot of this is going to have references to the book that you may not understand if you have only seen the movie, so I would recommend reading it if you haven't. It should still make sense if you haven't read it, but the references will be more effective. Lastly, if you have any Secret Smile fanfiction that you've written, I'd love to read it to compare and contrast our takes on the story, so if you could be super awesome and send me a message with the link to your story, I'd love to read/review it. Thanks!
Our first date made it evident that we were meant to be together. Miranda and I met at the ice skating rink with a couple of friends, but that part doesn't matter. What matters is when we went to her apartment. We were knotted in a flurry of limbs and lips, trying to push past the dizziness that made our entanglement all the more frustratingly slow. We hadn't even made it to her room by the time we were ready to pull each other's clothes off. But we waited; she wanted our night together to be a perfectly normal one-night stand. On Mirrie's standards, a normal one-night stand was an aggressive and invasive- even for sex- shamelessly ripping apart of each other's boundaries lead up to with short, shy, and almost guilty foreplay, then ending with someone waking up alone in bed. On my own standards, that was the start of a long-term relationship with lust replacing- or mimicking- emotion.
When we reached her bedroom, she had to stop me kissing her where we were standing and starting our night off rammed up against her bedroom door because I was so infatuated with her after the few hours we'd known about each other. She smiled at me, turned on the light, and walked into her room backwards, facing and smirking at me. She nodded towards her bed and as I walked towards it, watching her, she turned away. She looked almost bashful and embarrassed to be taking her clothes off in front of a man: like she had never done so before. But damn, had she ever.
Mirrie pulled the sleeve of her shirt down off of her left shoulder and looked back over it. Just for a quick moment- not even half of a second- she rested her chin on her bare shoulder, eyes directed at me, prefacing our connection to come, and she slyly turned up the left corner of her mouth as she closed her eyes and turned away. She thought I couldn't see it, but not only did I see it; I felt it. It was a cool sensation, like when someone runs their finger up your spine or blows on your neck. And then I wanted that smile more than anything I had ever wanted before; I wanted- no, my body demanded- her. And that's the smile: that cold, secret smile- the one that I was so desperate for- that completely fucked me over in the end.