one-shot

i've been kissed...but by whom...i don't know.
i can't tell his features in this pitched black room.
but oh how good he felt.
as i heard footsteps closing in on me i felt both fear and anticipation.
those footseps could only belong to a powerful male figure.....or so i thought.
he stepped closer.
closer.
still closer.
all sound stopped-
my heart stopped-
at was as if time stopped when i felt strong hands grip my waist.
i don't know if my brain wasn't working or maybe my legs weren't.
i wanted to run for my life but something kept my there.
his cool breath brushed my face....and then it happened.
lips-though cold-were pressing on my mine his tongue parting my lips.
lips traveling to the soft skin of my neck.
motion freezes.
footsteps are heard once again.
whoever he was...almost became my one night stand.....