Title: Got a Light?
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I am apparently horrible at posting everything here. Another lost little one I found in my archives. Josef-Sarah pairing.
May 20th, 1954
Josef loved a good fuck. Especially in the mouth of a lady. A pair of pretty lips, caught at the teeth, with fuck between them.
The first thing he heard from Sarah Whitley, past the beat of her heart and the whoosh of her lungs, was a less-than-prim-and-proper fuck as her last match snapped at the head.
It earned her a dirty look from the matron at her side, but a grin from the vampire, an open door for her.
"Got a light, mister?" she spoke to him with a silver screen siren's easy warmth.
Josef silently flicked open the gold lighter from his breast pocket, shocked when her cool fingers wrapped around his, bringing him forward and steadying the flame. Her eyes met his, unflinching. She was the one who broke the gaze and before he knew it, she had slipped the lighter from his palm to hers.
She took a deep drag and sent the plume out the corner of her mouth. A gloved hand traced his monogram and measured the weight of it. Gold. Solid. "Thanks ... CJF?"
"Charles. Charles Joseph Fitzgerald," he suddenly didn't know what to do with his hands in front of this little slip of a woman. Barely a woman -- but all of a sudden he was a boy again.
She offered the lighter.
"Keep it," he said. "Give me your name instead."
"Sarah, Sarah Whitley, Charles Fitzgerald," she eyed the platform as a train blew down the track and doors opened. She didn't move as her skirt rose in the wind, tracing her thighs. He followed her to the doors of the wrong train and her laughter rolled over him. "Why don't we consider it a loan, Charlie? Come get it back this Friday. The Needle."
The doors closed and she was gone but far from forgotten.