Hurricane Irene Pt 1
Your small apartment didn't have many windows, though it didn't really matter since it was so cloudy outside you'd lost track of time. You'd heard a hurricane was coming, but didn't want to get baited into freaking out like everyone else who was stocking up as if it was the apocalypse. Secretly though, you just didn't want to believe it, and didn't want to face that fear of something horrible happening during a storm or even worse, if you lost power.
A knock on the door woke you from your daydreaming. "Coming!" You open it and are faced with your boss, Jeff Davis. "Hey there, quite a storm," he said, letting himself in. A nervous chuckle was your first response. "Haha, yeah… but it should just be nothing." You'd been working as his personal assistant for almost 6 months now, and he always kept you on your toes. "I hope I'm not interrupting dinner," he mentioned with a glance toward the half-eaten Lean Cuisine on the coffee table. "Well its 9 pm; you're an hour late." Jeff just shrugged.
"Alright, well let's get down to business," you started, ignoring the wind and rain beating outside your building. "Right, you said you wanted to go over tour dates? I think—" Jeff was cut off by a loud explosion, followed by a power outage. A small scream escaped your lips, but he grabbed your hand. "It's okay, you're alright. The storm took out your electricity, that's all. Are you shaking?" he asked as he pulled you a bit closer. "No," you gulped, willing yourself to stop. "I'm fine."
Jeff stood up and used his iPhone for a bit of light. He shined it on you and noticing your teary eyes brought you up and into a long embrace. "Let's see if we can get a flashlight or some candles," he said confidently. You led him over to a drawer filled with all types of candles and matches, as well as the flashlights. "Perfect." He snatched them up and equipped each of you with one, then went around setting up candles, lighting them all.
"See? It's not so bad, it's actually kind of nice," he grinned. You rubbed your eyes viciously; trying to stop the flow of tears. When you got a look around, the room really did look more… intimate. "Um, if you want, I can stay here for the night and keep you company. Or at least for a little bit to make sure you're okay," he whispered to you. "You can stay here," you choked out. He smiled at you and you couldn't help but do the same. "Seems like it's time for some sleepover games!" Jeff exclaimed in a fake valley girl accent.
It really did feel like a sleepover. You guys started with cards, totally whipping him in poker, to his dismay. However he did get his apt revenge in blackjack. You found some board games left here by your nephew, and for a little bit you guys were children again, laughing and playing a stupid game. But finally it was on to truth or dare.
"Truth or dare?" Jeff asked, a sneaky look on his face. "Dare," you answered without hesitation. He thought for a second, then said, "I dare you to try and fit your entire fist in your mouth." Your jaw almost dropped at the irony. "Really?" He nodded, and you went for it. After a moment of feeling like your jaw was unhinging, you successfully did it. "Ew, you're kidding!" Jeff yelled in surprise. You took it out and wiped yourself off. "I know! It's just something I could always do!" You were both laughing, and it felt nice.
"That's so grody," he chuckled. "Shut up, I know! Truth or dare?" Jeff didn't say anything for a moment. "Um… truth," he decided. "Wimp," you teased. "Alright, well how come you've never had a long-term girlfriend?" He looked somewhat distraught now, but tried to play it off. "I'm in love with Chip!" he answered overdramatically. "Oh come on, liar. What's the real reason? You have tons of fans." Jeff sighed, and even looked a bit sad. "I guess girls only see me as the partier and a flirt. They use me and don't want anything to do with who I am."
You were taken aback by his in-depth response. "I know that there's more to you than that," you said softly. Jeff placed a hand on your thigh and moved closer. "Thanks. How about you? No special someone?" You tried not to giggle at the question. "Me? God no. No one wants to be with the awkward 19 year old college drop-out. Not to mention I'm not exactly stunning." He scoffed and turned more towards you. "You're gorgeous. And amazing! It's their loss."
Your faces were inches away from each other, and there was heat emanating from both of your bodies. The room fell silent as you both looked at each other, a million thoughts racing through your brain. Then, he put his hand behind your head, fingers running through your hair, and pulled you into a deep kiss. You instantly returned it, letting it go on and moving instinctively so that you were straddling his lap. Then a crack of lightning pulled you out of the bond and caused you to whimper.
"Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry. Sorry I'm like this, acting so ri-goddamn-diculous over a little storm." He kissed you again, softer, and wrapped his arms around you. "Don't worry, its fine. It's actually kind of cute. Here, come here." He picked you up with ease, because after all you did only weigh 100 pounds, and he laid you down with him on your queen size bed. "You're safe here with me," he purred in your ear, an assuring grin showing in the candle-lit room.
"I know." And the thing was, you really did feel safer. He pulled your body tight next to his and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You playfully darted into his, and the passion rose in the heat of the moment. You knew that this would be a night to remember.
