The room is dark, as dark as one can be in the late evening. All from where I stand seems as any room should but so wrong. Your scent invades me as I catch you coming from the door off across the room. It's a strong scent at first, the essence of a rich perfume. A sweet musk and it just throws me off as I lower my eyes to the floor.
A soft shade of gray, but even that's cut off when I catch the red of your shoes. No, that's wrong they are dark maroon and stilettos. "Will you at least look at me Harry.." Your voice rings in my ears almost sounding cold. When my eyes pull from the floor they travel slow. Up the lite tone of your legs, on up the fire red dress until my eyes see nothing but yours.
"Isn't that better..." She speaks before I feel two hands on me. Two hands that burn as she slides them up against the fabric of my shirt and let's them stop on my shoulders.
Her hazel eyes seem to glaze as I try to think what needs to be spoken. "I think so.." Lips meet lips, eye lids close as the contact last on. From touch, becomes taste, and taste to desire. What I desire won't become reality. She breaks and pulls back, my eyes stay close as she rest her head on my shoulder.
"He can't know, he can't see you here.." My eyes open to see her blond locks on me. If I speak now It could only ruin this. So I wrap my arms around the angel and try my best to breath.
For a moment it feels like heaven and for an instant it is. When she pushes me back my arms release and I catch the sight of the silent tears she tries to hide.
"Well, I just need the broach and I'll be set.." The first sounds I make is a slight chuckle hearing her.
"Don't laugh.." Her hand hits my chest as I catch the smile on her dark red lips. "You'll put it on me." It's a statement and a command I do obey as she leaves my side to find the item.
A few steps she makes to shuffle threw a jewelry box. Hearing the bit of clatter tells me of the bitterness as it will end. When she returns she places the item in my hand. It's cool and as I look upon the item it hurts to know who had given it. "Harry please, I'll be late." It happens in an instant when I reach up and place the pin on her dress.
It happens in just a moment when I grasp her shoulders. I know it scared her as I pushed her back, her body hit the wall enough to cause the shock I needed as I finally spoke. "I can't let you go.."
My blue eyes are tearing up. Her face went from fear to the weakest. Her tears are whelming to match mine, her hand reaches up to entangle in my hard curls. She's pulling me closer but I need her aware. "Tanya, I won't let you go." When she hears the tone of my voice her head nods before she's crashed her mouth against my own and caught the pleasure of our truth.
The passion will run deep and will take us over. It will be bliss and then it will be pain but the bitterness of an end.
Will be our beginning...