The Fire
They were moving in slow motion. Or so it seemed. The night wasn't brisk, per say, but it was cool. Their bodies were at least half a foot away from each other, and usually she didn't mind; that's how they danced. But tonight something was different. She felt a fire start in her heart and slowly engulf her whole body. The fire spread from the tips of her fingers to his, she guessed, because soon after the flames took her, she saw the same reaction in him. She suddenly felt the need to be desperately close to him. To feel every inch of him pressed against her. He pulled her to him then, and she inhaled sharply. She felt as though the cool night was a freezing night, that they were one, big fireball breaking the night chill, and she imagined their breaths coming out in quick, small puffs. Just being near him was torture, but being right up against him, fire against fire, was absolute murder. Her heart raced and threatened to beat right out of her chest. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his lips on her neck. Despite the fire, his lips were cool and the difference made her shudder. They were both panting now, too desperate to hold on, too far-gone to care. She knew she was falling, but she never felt herself hit anything solid. She thought she must be floating in air, on a cloud maybe. All she could feel was his lips, and wherever they went, the sting of ice on flame made her feel something she'd never thought she could. Then, without comprehending anything that had gone on since the first flame licked at her heart, the fire exploded from inside her, just like his name did. And then the fire was gone. But so was her energy. She lay, exhausted, in his arms and fought to keep her eyes open. She wondered if his eyes were what made his lips icy. Icy blue eyes, icy lips, right? "It's ok Marissa," he whispered in her ear. It felt more like a winter breeze than words. "Go to sleep. We can make another day like this tomorrow." She let sleep wash over her, but knew she'd never forget the feel of his body against hers.the feel of the fire.
They were moving in slow motion. Or so it seemed. The night wasn't brisk, per say, but it was cool. Their bodies were at least half a foot away from each other, and usually she didn't mind; that's how they danced. But tonight something was different. She felt a fire start in her heart and slowly engulf her whole body. The fire spread from the tips of her fingers to his, she guessed, because soon after the flames took her, she saw the same reaction in him. She suddenly felt the need to be desperately close to him. To feel every inch of him pressed against her. He pulled her to him then, and she inhaled sharply. She felt as though the cool night was a freezing night, that they were one, big fireball breaking the night chill, and she imagined their breaths coming out in quick, small puffs. Just being near him was torture, but being right up against him, fire against fire, was absolute murder. Her heart raced and threatened to beat right out of her chest. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his lips on her neck. Despite the fire, his lips were cool and the difference made her shudder. They were both panting now, too desperate to hold on, too far-gone to care. She knew she was falling, but she never felt herself hit anything solid. She thought she must be floating in air, on a cloud maybe. All she could feel was his lips, and wherever they went, the sting of ice on flame made her feel something she'd never thought she could. Then, without comprehending anything that had gone on since the first flame licked at her heart, the fire exploded from inside her, just like his name did. And then the fire was gone. But so was her energy. She lay, exhausted, in his arms and fought to keep her eyes open. She wondered if his eyes were what made his lips icy. Icy blue eyes, icy lips, right? "It's ok Marissa," he whispered in her ear. It felt more like a winter breeze than words. "Go to sleep. We can make another day like this tomorrow." She let sleep wash over her, but knew she'd never forget the feel of his body against hers.the feel of the fire.
