This is for LizzyPoodle who requested a follow-up to this utter wackiness which is somehow sweet at the same time.
I've never seen him at night before. For good reason too, this isn't the safest of streets when the sun sinks below the horizon. He isn't alone though, hand clasping the other's, their bodies huddled together as if it's much colder than it really is, then again I suppose they feel the cold more than I do. It's the same other person as before, and they're smiling at each other with the flush of new love. It's quieter, less traffic and people this time of night, and I can actually hear voices, muffled, whipped away by the strong wind as it blusters down the street.
"Here…"
"Really? Never…jealous…building…"
"…fabulous building…to appreciate it…"
I don't think I've ever been talked about. Not that I've heard anyway, and it's quite nice really, being talked about. I am fabulous. He's being nudged against my side, and I can hear his laughter, so I know this isn't a violent encounter, because I have seen too many of those in my time. There's answering laughter. Deeper. Hands are sliding around his waist and his hands are sliding around a neck. Then they're kissing. I've had a lot more explicit things happen against my side, but I've never been so emotional vested. Before, with other humans, I've just wanted them to fuck off and leave me in peace, but I want him to stay, keep me company.
"…want…come…my place?"
The other one nods, kisses him again, and they walk away, arms wrapped around each other.
It's snowing again.