Three AM, and Mandy sighed as she looked at the clock. She wasn't tired, she was out of cigarettes, again, and she didn't really want to go find a drink. What she wanted, oddly enough, was hot chocolate, but she knew for a fact there wasn't any in the house, and the shops were all closed, so she wasn't getting any. She turned over again and punched her pillow, but found the gesture oddly unsatisfying. The house was quiet for once, everyone finally having fallen into their respective beds or drunken stupors or drugged hazes, but Mandy just wasn't in the mood for sleep.
Finally giving up on lying in bed fully awake, Mandy slid out from under her blankets and moved to the balcony doors. She opened them, hoping for a bit of fresh air, and got Curt instead, slipping in and shutting the door softly behind him. She gasped and Curt took advantage of that to kiss her deeply, his tongue sliding gently over hers as he pulled her close to him. His hair was wet, and cold, and he smelled clean, like soap and shampoo. Mandy tore her mouth away from his long enough to grab a shaky breath and shove his shirt over his head, and then they were together again. Somehow they made it from the door to the bed, and Mandy bit her lip to keep from crying out too loud as they made love.
Curt was much different than Brian, she discovered, more tender and patient, obviously concerned with her pleasure just as much as his. Mandy wrapped her arms and legs tight around him as she came, biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming aloud. Curt shuddered in her arms and kissed her fiercely as he fell over the edge, and Mandy wondered hazily why Brian ever let Curt out of the bedroom. He pulled her half atop him as they lay panting together afterwards, and Mandy wanted to say so many things to him, but didn't dare. Curt held her close and kissed her hair, singing "Ladytron" breathlessly, and Mandy laughed quietly and blinked back tears.
She was almost asleep when Curt moved and tilted her chin up to kiss her sweetly. "I have to go," he whispered, and Mandy nodded, her throat tight. He stood up and dressed quickly, bending to kiss her again before moving to the door.
"Curt," she said, remembering, and he turned slightly, looking at her quizzically in the dim light. "Do you think I could bum a cig?" He laughed and pulled out a half-full pack, tossing it to her.
"You only want me for my cigarettes," he teased, and Mandy smiled, and shook her head. Curt held up a hand, still grinning, but his eyes were serious. "I know that's not true, but for now, let's... let's not talk about it, ok?"
Mandy looked down and bit her lip, nodding, then looked up and forced a smile. "Will I-" she stopped, not wanting to push, and Curt moved back over to the bed and kissed her again.
"Count on it," he promised softly, then went to the door and left quietly, locking it behind him. Mandy watched the sun rise and tried not to think about what he must have done before he'd come to her, and whether or not Brian would be able to smell her on Curt. She fell asleep shortly after sunrise, and dreamt of things she didn't quite remember when she woke up. Her first thought was that it had all been a dream, then she saw the pack of cigarettes and knew it hadn't.
Finally giving up on lying in bed fully awake, Mandy slid out from under her blankets and moved to the balcony doors. She opened them, hoping for a bit of fresh air, and got Curt instead, slipping in and shutting the door softly behind him. She gasped and Curt took advantage of that to kiss her deeply, his tongue sliding gently over hers as he pulled her close to him. His hair was wet, and cold, and he smelled clean, like soap and shampoo. Mandy tore her mouth away from his long enough to grab a shaky breath and shove his shirt over his head, and then they were together again. Somehow they made it from the door to the bed, and Mandy bit her lip to keep from crying out too loud as they made love.
Curt was much different than Brian, she discovered, more tender and patient, obviously concerned with her pleasure just as much as his. Mandy wrapped her arms and legs tight around him as she came, biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming aloud. Curt shuddered in her arms and kissed her fiercely as he fell over the edge, and Mandy wondered hazily why Brian ever let Curt out of the bedroom. He pulled her half atop him as they lay panting together afterwards, and Mandy wanted to say so many things to him, but didn't dare. Curt held her close and kissed her hair, singing "Ladytron" breathlessly, and Mandy laughed quietly and blinked back tears.
She was almost asleep when Curt moved and tilted her chin up to kiss her sweetly. "I have to go," he whispered, and Mandy nodded, her throat tight. He stood up and dressed quickly, bending to kiss her again before moving to the door.
"Curt," she said, remembering, and he turned slightly, looking at her quizzically in the dim light. "Do you think I could bum a cig?" He laughed and pulled out a half-full pack, tossing it to her.
"You only want me for my cigarettes," he teased, and Mandy smiled, and shook her head. Curt held up a hand, still grinning, but his eyes were serious. "I know that's not true, but for now, let's... let's not talk about it, ok?"
Mandy looked down and bit her lip, nodding, then looked up and forced a smile. "Will I-" she stopped, not wanting to push, and Curt moved back over to the bed and kissed her again.
"Count on it," he promised softly, then went to the door and left quietly, locking it behind him. Mandy watched the sun rise and tried not to think about what he must have done before he'd come to her, and whether or not Brian would be able to smell her on Curt. She fell asleep shortly after sunrise, and dreamt of things she didn't quite remember when she woke up. Her first thought was that it had all been a dream, then she saw the pack of cigarettes and knew it hadn't.