A/N: Decided I'd keep posting little things for you guys while I work hard on my main stories (The Noble War & Where Dreams Meet Reality). Thought I'd shake it up! Sorry about the period of Writer's Block! Let me know if you want some more of these!
"The world isn't safe for a girl like me,
but maybe I'm not safe for the world either."
Music pumped heavy; the bass beat through the floor and oozed heavy vibrations through her feet, rattling each bone and organ to the core. A slight, airy buzz danced in the back of her skull, most likely from those sips of alcohol. The boy she met, Kyle, laced his fingers with hers as he led her through the crowded halls of the frat house.
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human
"Oh, Zoe…" Kyle trailed off, his hand gently cradling the back of her head and securing their mouths together.
Zoe's delicate fingers suddenly became forceful at the hem of his tight polo. Her frustration evident at the crinkle of her brow and slight frown into their kiss.
Kyle let out a low chuckle. His smile widening as he pulled away from the lip-lock to peel off his layers, revealing a smooth, pale, muscular chest. Zoe's heart rocketed to her throat; her mouth slipped open and her jaw delicately slack in awe of the perfection before her. His playful eyes smiled, making her squirm against the scratchy old couch cushion.
The happy wrinkles in his young face flattened while his eyes followed the upward-traveling hem of her borrowed black dress. Zoe lightly licked her bottom lip, noticing the taste of beer that his mouth had jilted.
Kyle leaned in and cradled her face, his thumbs tracing her jaw while he cupped the back of her head, pulling her to him; their kisses became more urgent, less careful.
Zoe wiggled her way into his lap and her dress hiked up even more. It wasn't long before Kyle noticed, or at least something beneath his zipper did.
Immediately, Zoe stiffened. Was it worth it? After releasing a tense, deep breath, she began to pull and loosen his belt with hunger in her eyes and her lips, dark curtains of euthanasia falling at his warm neck.
Blonde curls that were once pushed to the side, fell onto his forehead and clung to new beads of sweat. More gathered at his palms, leaving Kyle pawing hopelessly at the dainty zipper of her dress until he could grasp it enough to pull.
The dress then began to unfold on her shoulders and begged to be peeled from her slender, curved torso. As her outfit came undone, so did she. Want screamed out of her pores and lust clawed behind her eyes, its roar thundering through her veins, until it escaped through her mouth in a gasp.
Zoe's hands went up to grip Kyle's strong shoulders, pushing him down against the rough material of the couch, but making up for the fabric's sting with her soft skin kissing against his. The fabric of their underwear the only thing between them as she straddled him. He was at her mercy now, maybe more than he could imagine.
Dancing through the night
A vodka and a Sprite
A glimpse of the silhouettes
A night that they never forget
Zoe's heels glided across the dirty floor of the frat's hallway and down the stairs. She wore a crimson smear on her jaw; the faint blood didn't share her DNA. Kyle's body didn't follow her from the room, only parts of him did, staining her skin and her conscience.
"What a blast… I wonder if Madison is having as much fun as I am.", she mused to herself until a scream echoed from a room down the hall.
She sought death on a queen-sized bed
And he had said, "Darling, your looks can kill,
So now you're dead."