AN: Liz POV of the events.
Magnetic
There are so many reasons why this shouldn't be happening, but staring into deep, glowing whiskey eyes, I can't seem to make myself care. I know I should fight his magnetism, the irresistible pull of honeyed kisses and sinfully soft, full lips. This is going to change our world irrevocably. My friends are going to hate me.
But I don't care.
It all started simply enough. We were out with those friends, under the guise of hanging out to blow off some steam after yet another crisis, which quickly escalated into a 'why can't we be together' whine fest. I sighed. He rolled his eyes. And then our eyes met, misery, exasperation and understanding reflecting back at each other.
I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. He smirked and nodded inconspicuously towards the door, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Sneaking a quick look at our occupied 'dates,' both too busy arguing over who had it worse, I snickered and turned back to him, nodding subtly. Grinning at each other conspiratorially, we backed away quietly and once we hit to the doors made a break for it, through the doors, around the building and down the sidewalk, quickly leaving their pointless bickering behind.
Tipping my head to him, we shared another quiet smile and walking along in companionable silence, he looped his arm over my shoulders as I wrapped mine around his waist.
I had no idea where we were headed. I don't think he did either. It was just enough to get out into the cooling summer air and away from the expectations, the obligation and the exhausting suck of emotion that seemed to follow our lives lately. And there had been no ulterior motives that I'm aware. We were just two friends watching out for one another and needing to get away from the endless drama.
And then it happened.
A cool breeze picked up, whipping through our hair, making me snuggle deeper into his side and I nearly gasped aloud at the electrical thrum passing through my body when his hand slid over my bare shoulder as he tightened his hold. He looked down at me equally as startled, halting mid-stride as we stared at each other, our breaths growing shallow, his heart pounding against mine as he pulled me into his chest.
The night fairly crackled around us, echoing the hum of energy over my nerves and spine as callused fingers ran the length of my arms and his breath fanned against my face. We stood, transfixed as if we'd never really seen each other before and until that moment, I hadn't. Seen him that is.
But now, now I can't get him out of my head.
I have no idea how long we stayed like that, him lightly caressing my arms, my hands pressed to his chest and our lips just inches apart, suspended as static charged the air, a faint tinge of ozone and minerals scenting it. Humid air blanketed us, hugging our skin like a thick pelt, but it held nothing to pressing burn of his body against mine.
And then it began to rain.
Softly at first. As subtle and soft as the mouth that whispered over mine, so light and ephemeral I would have wondered if it'd been there at all if it wasn't for the tiny electric shocks prickling my skin as he pulled way and the salty heat clinging to my lips. A breath. A prelude. A tease. A question.
An answer.
And then deluge. Rivulets of water pouring over us, plastering thin cotton and denim to fevered skin as fingers sunk into golden brown waves and clung, lips pressed fervently, devoured, want, need, desire, love? spilling from our lips like fine port. Rich. Sweet. Fiery. Intoxicating. And I want to drink from his lips forever.
And then we pulled back, panting, our heads resting against each other for a moment before we smiled and laughed a little incredulously; wonder lighting our eyes. And then he grabbed my hand and we were running through the rain as fast as we could towards his hideaway, the excitement of the new path laid before us rushing through our blood.
And now we're here and his lips are on mine once more and it's all I've dreamed of, everything I've ever wanted and should avoid, deny the pull because it will hurt my friends and it will change our world irrevocably.
But I don't want to. Because he's worth it.
