Hello my lovelies, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Things get a bit hot, just to let you guys know.

Love, SolsticeBorn


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Chapter 3 - Short Circuit


I can feel him pull me tighter, and my mind flies into the gray clouds outside. The chemistry between us us intoxicating. I can't help but think, is this real? The strange neighbor who seem to avoid any human contact what so ever, is pulling me tighter. Even though, we had formally introduced ourselves only an hour ago, and hardly know anything about each other. Pull away Sappho! What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? What if...

I feel his breath brush the side of my neck. Fuck. Images of my late mother flash in my head, scolding me with her eyes, and my late father crossing his arms. I can hear them.

Sappho! We didn't pay for you to go to art school in NYC so you can run off with some weird man you just met! Mother.
You have disappointed me, young lady! Father.

Elliot's lips gently rest on my neck, trembling against my skin. Was he afraid to press them against me? Did he want to kiss me, or did he feel pressed because of my forwardness. What if...

I feel his tongue wet my neck, before his full lips press softly against my pulsating throat. I can feel my body run hot, my skin crawl. Fuck. I haven't felt touch like this from another person since before my parents died. Fuck, fuck! I feel tears well in my eyes. Don't you dare cry! A heavy tear runs down my face, I can feel it trace my cheeks and down to my neck, and land on Elliot's jaw. Damnit!

He pulls away immediately, saying nothing as I turn to face him, wiping the tear from my cheek. You're so fucking broken! Shock and concern fill his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.

"I'm sorry Elliot, I didn't mean to... Fuck!" I can feel myself loose confidence. I swing myself to the table where the bottle of rum rests, I take a big swig before letting my arm drop the bottle on the table with a heavy thud.


Elliot POV

Her hand rest on the table, each one on either side of the bottle. Did I do something wrong? What was happening? Why did I do that? I fucked up again.

I see a tear hit the table.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this." she whispers, tears fill her olive eyes. "Great, I've only just met you and I'm already crying. How pathetic."

I know this feeling. She is upset from something else. I scan my memory from her blog, trying to remember a recent note she posted. Maybe that will help me understand.

Mother, Father why did you have to leave so soon?
I need you now more then ever.
It's been 3 years, and I still feel the sting of loneliness.
I wish I could have someone to hold again.
Someone to help distract me from my distress.
Anyone...
Love, Sappho

She craves what I do; to fight the loneliness inside. I mask it with morphine. She seems to just suffer with it. How does she? I want to help, but I don't know what to say to comfort her. Lie Elliot...

"Did I do something wrong?" I feel the words drift from my mouth. She lifts her head, and forms a weak smile underneath the water flowing from her eyes.

"No," she breaths, "I'm just a mess. I shouldn't have even invited you."

She turns away to face the window, hiding herself from me. I want to help. Feeling myself begin to drift toward her, I rest a hand on her shoulder, in an attempt to comfort her. She twists her head toward me, the tears have stopped. "You can leave if you want to. I would understand."

"I don't want to." I mutter. I move myself to disrupt her view, and her eyes lock on me. I wish I could read her expression, but It looks like hope, or fright. I take my chances and awkwardly wrap my arms around her waist. She becomes very stiff; I hear a quickly inhale, and her heart begin to pound on my chest. Shit. Maybe I choose wrong...

She lets out a small sigh, and slides her arms around my hips. She surrenders to my embrace. This feels right.

"Thank you, Elliot," She softly speaks into my ear. Her voice is sends shivers through my body, forcing me to look at her. She lifts her head, almost like we were synced. Her pouting lips tempt me, as her eyes jump back and forth between mine. I lift a hand up to her lightly wet face, brushing away the residue, then running my fingers through her feather-like teal hair. She gave me the feeling morphine did; light headed, and lifted from my mind. I want to kiss her, but would that be wrong? I feel like I already know her, but I know this isn't entirely true. I see myself inching toward her lips, her lips part. I lay my forehand against hers. Shit, what are you doing?!

Her breath becomes short again, like it had before. She grabs at my hips, pulling me into her pelvis. Fuck. I can feel how hot she is against me. It feels like my body is short circuiting; I'm loosing control. I have to, need to, kiss her. My eyes close, fear hiding behind my eyelids, as I caress my lips against hers. Her body falls into me, as electricity shoots through us, like a virus infecting each-other.

I've lost control. Feeling myself lift her on the table, as she moans into my mouth and wrapping her legs around me. I roughly grind myself into her, she releases from my lips to let out a heavy moan of relief. She grips the back of my neck to press a heavy kiss on my eager lips, her tongue tracing mine. I feel high, pressing the hard piece in my jeans against her once again. Her head rolls back, moaning out my name. I feel powerful.

One of her hands lands on the table, slips, and her back lands with a thud. I see the rum slide to the edge of the table, then a loud crash, and it shatters all over the floor. Her eyes shoot open, and she promptly sits up from the table.

"Shit!" She shouts, letting out a laugh. "I suppose that's the stars telling us to stop."

She looks at me embarrass. I was unsure of what had just happened, but I knew I didn't want it to stop. She presses past me and races to her towels, carefully patting up the excess rum that had leaked all over the floor, and picking up the broken pieces. She looks up at me, and smirks, then looks at my groin which was uncomfortably pressing against my jeans. I place my hands in my pockets and pull down on my hoodie, which is pointless.

"Sorry to leave you hanging," she teases, standing up with the rum mess all gathered in a towel. She turns to dump it into the trash, before returning to me. "It's 6am, we should both get some sleep."

She was right, though, sleep wasn't going to happen. I needed to work over what had happened.

Was it the rum? Was it my imagination? Was it real?


Phew! Well, there is something between these two. If it's not the mutual loneliness, or the socially awkward encounter, I don't know! Thank you for the Reviews!

Love, SolsticeBorn