A/N: Well, I'm not really sure from where this came and it's not what I usually write, but I figured I might as well upload it? Hopefully, it's not too terrible. *fingers crossed*

Enjoy! :)


Edge of Desire

I stand here waiting, watching flashes of blue, green, yellow, black, white whiz by. I turn away from the window after several minutes pass by without a trace of a familiar cherry red vehicle and walk to the back door. I look to the sky with a sigh and run my fingers through my hair.

'Only a few more minutes,' I tell myself. I continue to stare up into the clear blue sky until I hear the front door open and close with a loud click. Footsteps ring out in the hallway. I don't turn around for I know it is you coming to me at last.

You wrap your arms around me from behind and place delicate kisses on my neck. Oh, how I revel in your kisses. I find myself wanting your lips on mine, so I begin to turn around, only to be stopped by you.

Your hands slip swiftly underneath my shirt. Your fingers slide their way up my body and stop when they reach my breasts. You let out a soft moan when you discover I am without a bra. I smile, but you quickly wipe that smirk off my face as you nip my ear and squeeze my breasts hard. I whimper and my head rolls backwards until it lands on your shoulder. It's your turn to smirk now.

No words are said between us, but it is clear what we both want and need—each other.

Clothes are thrown off faster than I ever thought possible and when the sensation of our naked bodies coming together at last erupts, we both struggle to remain standing.

You press your front to my back and your hands as well as your lips begin to tease and torment my body once again. It doesn't take long for you to make my entire body tremble and I fight to stay upright.

Suddenly, a noise sounds in the distance and you are caught off-guard. I break free from your grasp, whip around so I am finally facing you, and crash my lips onto yours, not caring if we're about to get caught making love in my kitchen.

My hands go straight up to your short blonde locks, so I can pull you even closer to me. No space is left between us as our frantic lips and hands become reacquainted with the other's body. I don't know what comes over me, but I push you against the counter. I order you to climb up and sit on it between deep, passionate kisses. You do as I say, wanting to savor the one time in which I take control.

I spread your legs apart and move myself between them. I meet your lust-filled hazel eyes briefly and place kisses on the inside of your thighs before I reach the place I have been craving for weeks. Without any hesitation, I begin to lick, suck, and nip until I have you muttering my name over and over again. You thread your fingers into my hair, pulling me even further into your sweet abyss.

I continue, not letting up on my assault of your most sacred area. Your grip on my hair tightens as you orgasm crying out my name.