If you are reading this, thank you. I love you! Also, I am so sorry that these are so short. The description does call them drabbles.
As I always say, I don't know what this is, and I don't own Jimmy.
Blue Eyes
The diamond necklace is like a cold hand against her throat. An emerald bracelet sparkles on her wrist. An elegant jade silk dress hugs her every curve, and deep red lipstick stains her mouth like blood. The words she would use to describe the woman in the mirror would be vicious, powerful, and seductive. She had been the talk of everyone tonight, and she knew it. She revels in the exhilarating pride and breathless joy of success.
Then she spots a familiar reflection in the mirror behind her. His tie is untied, and his dress shirt is unbuttoned. He walks up behind her. "May I?"
She nods, and then his fingers brush against the nape of her neck. She leans into the familiar warmth. He unclasps the necklace and hangs it on its stand. A moment later, he unclips the bracelet, setting it gently on the vanity. Then he raises her hand to his mouth, and the tingle of his breath against her sensitive knuckles sends desire down her spine, delicious and heady.
Without a word, he pulls her to her feet. She wastes no time in kissing him hard. She relishes the way his hand brushes against her thigh and then her hip. He kisses across her jaw and down the column of her throat, just the way she likes.
He pulls away so that he can find the zipper of her dress. She hears the familiar sound, and the silk tickles her as he slides it off her. Her hands push aside the fabric of his shirt to find the soft and warm skin of his chest. As her hands explore inch by inch of him, she can't help but enjoy the soft groan he gives. He sheds the shirt, and then he flashes a smile at her. She sees his hunger, his desperation for her. Their mouths meet with mutual passion. She lets herself get lost in the pleasure of the rhythm of this familiar dance, even if it's fleeting. Afterward, he settles his arm tight around her shoulders like a boa constrictor.
Once she is sure he is soundly asleep, she turns off the light. In the dark, the moonlight dances against the curtains, silvery and cold. Tomorrow morning, they would go back to their separate lives.
She falls asleep with the knowledge that even though she would wake up beside Eustace Strych, she would dream of the man with blue eyes tonight.