So here's a new one shot. I've never written anything like this before with the subject matter or in this format. I purposely didn't use names or descriptions because I wanted you guys to put whomever you saw fit. I asked a couple of my friends who they thought they could see as "He" so that's why there's our resident lunatic is the character in the tag or whatever you call it. But yeah, read, review and enjoy if you're feeling up to it.
Torrential
The rain was heavily falling on a night in the early days of summer. She parked her car in front of his place and grabbed her small purse. She pulled her keys from the ignition and opened the door to get out of the car. She didn't bother bundling up before she made the walk to the front door. She knocked strongly on the door to be heard over the downpour. He got up from his couch and went to the door. He flipped on the light momentarily blinding her. He yanked the door open and ushered her inside. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.
"Don't speak." She said before she pressed her lips into his, closing the space between their bodies.
He was caught off guard by her being so forward, but easily went along with what was going on. His hand moved to the back of her neck holding her in place as they explored each other's mouths. Her hands were tugging at the hem of his shirt.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. Her mascara was running down her cheeks and her eyeliner was smudged from the rain. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip before he gently kissed her. She slipped her hands under his shirt, lightly grazing his skin with her short nails.
She slipped out of his grasp to remove her wet t-shirt and his now damp one. She looked up, searching his eyes before she pressed her lips into his again. She hooked her fingers in his belt loops and started walking backwards towards his bedroom.
The next morning, he woke up before her. It looked like she hadn't slept peacefully in days. He took in the dark circles under her eyes since she had removed all traces of her makeup during the night. He lied there quietly watching the steady rise and fall of her chest even as she cuddled against him. He lightly ran his fingertips along her skin trying not to wake her. He wanted this image to last forever.
Something had happened last night. He was sure of it. They hooked up on occasion, but it was never like anything that had happened the prior night. It was usually fun and light-hearted, whereas, the previous night was intense, passionate and more raw. He usually held back because he didn't know her limits, but last night, there were no boundaries.
He felt her move slightly, thinking she was waking up, but she just curled herself closer to him. He glanced at her and started racking his brain for what could've happened to make her show up unannounced in the pouring rain and not offer up any answers or explanations. In fact, the only things he had heard from her were his name and other sounds of their night.
He moved to untangle himself from her to go use the bathroom. When he finished he looked at himself in the mirror. They never put a label on what would happen between them from time to time. They knew there was mutual attraction, both physically and mentally, but a relationship between them didn't seem to be in the cards. They were friends; good friends obviously. So why was the look in her eyes when she showed up last night bothering him so much? He took a deep breath and turned the water on before splashing some on his face. He dried his hands and left the bathroom. When he returned to his bedroom, he noticed she was lying there on her side absently staring out the window. She clutched the sheet to her chest leaving her back exposed, but her legs and behind covered.
He walked over and climbed in the bed. He lied down behind her and pulled her close, causing her to close her tired eyes.
"Good morning." He mumbled against her shoulder.
"Good morning." She responded with a small smile playing on her lips.
It was quiet for a little while until he broke the silence.
"Are you gonna tell me what last night was all about?" He questioned.
She turned to lie on her back. "I just needed a distraction."
She noticed the hurt that passed through his eyes.
"I don't mean it like that."
"Well, what do you mean?"
She shrugged. "Things just seem to be less shitty when I'm with you. Even when I was with Dylan before any of this stuff started happening between us."
"Dylan was a dick. Of course things were better when I was around." He chuckled.
She stared at him but stayed quiet.
"I thought you had a date last night." He stated.
She rolled her eyes. "I did. He stood me up."
"Well, that's the reason you came here then."
"You could've stopped me at any time."
He shook his head. "I'd do anything to keep that look out of your eyes."
'That's what fools in love do' He thought to himself.
"It sounds like you're in love."
"What if I was? You know I love you."
"I'd call you crazy because no one could fall in love with me and stick around. That's just the way my cookie crumbles."
"So call me crazy. I'll eat all your cookie crumbs." He whispered.
"That's the thing though. You deserve better than crumbs." She whispered as she blinked back tears.
He stared at the side of her face as they lied there in silence. After what seemed like an eternity, she turned over to stare back at the rain pelting and running down the window.
He would never get used to how easily she would shut down and push him, of all people, away. He leaned over her, lightly grabbed her chin to turn her face towards his and kissed her. Her body immediately reacted. She turned to lie on her back and deepened the kiss.
He pulled away, ending their passionate lip lock.
"I've gotta go. Lock up before you leave? If you even decide to leave, that is." He asked as he brushed his thumb back and forth along her jawbone.
She nodded in response.
He pecked her lips one last time before he got up to get ready for his day.
"I thought that was you. Still trying to get with my girl, huh?" Dylan taunted him.
"Your girl?"
"That pretty little pussy will always belong to me."
"You watch your fucking mouth. You have no right to even be talking about her." He defended getting in Dylan's face.
"You always did stick up for her. I bet she was fucking you behind my back the whole time. Hell, maybe you're the reason she tried to off herself. Clearly, that whole thing didn't work out. Otherwise, you'd be a mess on the floor right now."
Dylan finished his sentence just in time to take a right hook to the jaw.
"Jesus Christ, what happened to you?" She asked when she saw him enter her house as she was leaving. She dropped her purse on the counter and approached him.
He had a split lip and the beginnings of a shiner.
"Dylan happened."
She rolled her eyes.
"I told you not to bother with him." She said as they walked to the bathroom.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I fucking hate that guy. He was talking shit about you and I saw red." He told her as she grabbed things to start cleaning his minor cuts.
"I've told you to just let him talk. He'd say anything to get under your skin." She stated as she dabbed his busted lip.
He hissed slightly.
"Guess you shouldn't have been fighting then."
"He mentioned your suicide attempt." He said he grabbed her perfectly unharmed wrists.
She stopped dabbing at his lip and finally locked eyes with him.
"What the fuck does he know?" She questioned as she broke eye contact. "I didn't try to commit suicide. I accidentally..."
"Are you telling that story so you'll believe it?"
She pulled her wrists out his hands.
"Clean yourself up." She said as she walked away from him.
He tilted his head back as he heard the front door slam.
He hadn't heard from her in weeks. He had tried texting and calling, but she ignored him in every way possible. He had resorted to driving by her place and her job just to make sure she was okay.
One day he drove by and she was sitting at the bottom of the three long steps that led to her front door, smoking a cigarette.
She looked up just in time to see him. And instead of being a coward, he pulled over and parked. She stood when she saw him approaching.
"Are you stalking me now too?" She asked as she blew a plume of smoke to the sky. She stamped out the last bit of the cigarette before picking it up.
"I'm not stalking you."
"Don't play with me! I've seen you."
"Well, if you'd answer my calls and texts, I wouldn't have to drive around to make sure you're still in one fucking piece."
"What do you want?"
'To kiss the hell out of you.' He thought.
"To make sure you're alright."
"You mean, to make sure I wasn't decomposing in my bathtub like the last time, right?"
"Look, you've been having a rough go of things lately..."
She cut him off.
"Oh my god. Are you still hung up on the last time we fucked? I told you, I was bummed about being stood up."
"And you were still sad even waking up to me the following morning?"
"Jesus fucking Christ." She mumbled. "Yes! Okay? Your lips and dick can't fix everything. Least of all, me."
He was a combination of hurt and shocked. Then he laughed.
"That's all I'll ever be to you, huh?"
She looked at him confused. He stepped closer to her, looking into her tired eyes.
"Do you feel anything for me at all?"
She was quiet, searching his face.
"Yeah." She said simply.
"Then why the fuck do you act like this?"
She noticed the sudden flash of anger in his eyes.
"I'm trying to protect you."
"Protect me from what? You?"
"Yes!"
"I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of what you might do to me in the long run. I'm not afraid of anything you could ever possibly think of throwing at me. Next excuse."
He didn't give her any time to respond before he pressed his lips to hers. She immediately placed her arms around his neck, wanting him as close as possible.
"I love you. And I'm terrified." She admitted breathlessly.
"When have I ever let you fall?"
She stared at him, searching his face. She shook her head in response. He pulled her back in and hugged her tight. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her inside.