Journey 3
*Let me off the ride.*
Is it liquor before beer or beer before liquor? I'm not sure, but either way, mixing wasn't a good idea, because now I'm lying on the floor with a dabilitating case of vertigo. If I stand, will I really be standing, or will I be doing a headstand? I remember almost nothing from the night that brought me to this morning. It was all a warm tingling blur. My throat has been seared raw as I swallow, sunlight pricking at my eyes even through closed lids. I roll over to the comfort of the cold wood floor and lay my flushed cheeks against the dusty planks. I make a mental note to sweep, or better yet, ask Letty to sweep as soon as possible. The moment I sigh in relief and overall appreciation of being low to the ground given that gravity is not my friend right now, I hear footsteps and then a shadow towers over me.
"Comfortable?", a deep voice echoes throughout the space, hitting every corner and surface in the room before filling my ringing ears.
"Very", I slur back blowing dust particles askew with the corner of my mouth that's not pinned under my head. I continue laying, not able to very much else, and he squats then lays on the floor next to me, mimicking my position, with his arms along his sides and his head turned to face me.
"I had fun", he smiles, his eyes blinking sparatically. I'm almost compelled to ask him if 'sexy' is his middle name. His voice is like gravel being crunched beneath tires, and, it may be the alcohol still impairing my mind, but he sounds even lower and rougher than yesterday, with his NY accent flowing heavily. I could marry this man just to hear his morning voice.
"Me too...I think", I blink slowly and swallow in an attempt to stop the rotation of the room. His eyes flutter close and he lets out a lowly sigh that could pass as a growl, smiling. I brave the dizziness to sneek another glance at him, with a freshly grown sprinkling of stubble peppered across his face and head. His eyelashes hint of a dormant boyish innoscense, as they're almost long enough to touch his cheeks. Suddenly his eyes fly open, and even with delayed reflexes, my eyes fly shut as if they were the other end of the see-saw. He chuckles lightly and the vibrations run through the floor, buzzing the side of my face.
"I have to go", he shifts and I can feel his fingertips rest on my arm. I stiffle a man-starved moan in my swelling throat.
"Okay", I whisper, finally looking into his alluring, half-sleep eyes, and decide that this is the face I want to wake up to every morning of my life. Christ in heaven, is there no end to his beauty?
He grins to one side of his mouth, baring his blindingly white canines before licking his lips.
"You need anything?......some asprin?...club soda?...a stomach pump?", he grins still, raising a sexy eyebrow. Forgive me if I drive the word 'sexy' deep into the ground, but believe me when I tell you that he exudes raw sexuality in every movement and gesture, and is just generally, well, sexy. I promise this has nothing to do with the fact that I've been that I've been without companionship for over two years, except Letty and Jess. It also has nothing to do with my diminishing virginity. Granted, it didn't start diminishing until HE came along, but...well, look at him.
"Nah......I'm good", I murmer rather late given that I lost more than a few brain cells last night, and the surviving couple are working overtime to keep me breathing, thinking, and talking in unison. I smile back at him, trying to keep the drool pooling inside my cheek at bay by closing my mouth tightly.
"Okay then....I'll give you guys a call....haven't partied like that in a while", he licks his already moist lips again, almost causing my mouth to pop open. I swallow hard just in case he decides to pull another one of those on me.
"I'd get get up to walk you out....well, at least crawl you out, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet...I still feel like I'm riding the Tea Cups at Disney Land", with all my strenght I raise mey head slightly off the floor to watch as he stands. He, all too quickly, pulls down the hem of his shirt that had ridden up as he stood, and I silently curse him for being so aware of himself and for wear such a long shirt while having such toned hips.
"Don't worry bout it, he stretches, but not like normal people. He thrusts his arms out in front of him, never once letting his tailored shirt rise. I frown inwardly.
"Later, babe", he smiles down at me cocking his head to one side to see me straightly. My already struggling heartrate soars into cardiac arrest territory at his address of me. It's such a personal pet name, and straight- up flirty. A man...excuse me, a Greek god, flirting...with me? Oh, the alcohol is definately still running strong through my system. A fit of low repetative giggles attack me, I guess out of nervousness or flattery...or maybe even deliriousness.
"Mmm...later, dude", I smile back, sucking in air through my now dusty nostrils between giggles. I hear him walk into the front hallway. I then hear rustling cloth and assume he's getting his coat, before the door the door opens then closes. A small draft of wind snakes past me, spraying dust in my face before I pass out once more, feeling giddy.
*Let me off the ride.*
Is it liquor before beer or beer before liquor? I'm not sure, but either way, mixing wasn't a good idea, because now I'm lying on the floor with a dabilitating case of vertigo. If I stand, will I really be standing, or will I be doing a headstand? I remember almost nothing from the night that brought me to this morning. It was all a warm tingling blur. My throat has been seared raw as I swallow, sunlight pricking at my eyes even through closed lids. I roll over to the comfort of the cold wood floor and lay my flushed cheeks against the dusty planks. I make a mental note to sweep, or better yet, ask Letty to sweep as soon as possible. The moment I sigh in relief and overall appreciation of being low to the ground given that gravity is not my friend right now, I hear footsteps and then a shadow towers over me.
"Comfortable?", a deep voice echoes throughout the space, hitting every corner and surface in the room before filling my ringing ears.
"Very", I slur back blowing dust particles askew with the corner of my mouth that's not pinned under my head. I continue laying, not able to very much else, and he squats then lays on the floor next to me, mimicking my position, with his arms along his sides and his head turned to face me.
"I had fun", he smiles, his eyes blinking sparatically. I'm almost compelled to ask him if 'sexy' is his middle name. His voice is like gravel being crunched beneath tires, and, it may be the alcohol still impairing my mind, but he sounds even lower and rougher than yesterday, with his NY accent flowing heavily. I could marry this man just to hear his morning voice.
"Me too...I think", I blink slowly and swallow in an attempt to stop the rotation of the room. His eyes flutter close and he lets out a lowly sigh that could pass as a growl, smiling. I brave the dizziness to sneek another glance at him, with a freshly grown sprinkling of stubble peppered across his face and head. His eyelashes hint of a dormant boyish innoscense, as they're almost long enough to touch his cheeks. Suddenly his eyes fly open, and even with delayed reflexes, my eyes fly shut as if they were the other end of the see-saw. He chuckles lightly and the vibrations run through the floor, buzzing the side of my face.
"I have to go", he shifts and I can feel his fingertips rest on my arm. I stiffle a man-starved moan in my swelling throat.
"Okay", I whisper, finally looking into his alluring, half-sleep eyes, and decide that this is the face I want to wake up to every morning of my life. Christ in heaven, is there no end to his beauty?
He grins to one side of his mouth, baring his blindingly white canines before licking his lips.
"You need anything?......some asprin?...club soda?...a stomach pump?", he grins still, raising a sexy eyebrow. Forgive me if I drive the word 'sexy' deep into the ground, but believe me when I tell you that he exudes raw sexuality in every movement and gesture, and is just generally, well, sexy. I promise this has nothing to do with the fact that I've been that I've been without companionship for over two years, except Letty and Jess. It also has nothing to do with my diminishing virginity. Granted, it didn't start diminishing until HE came along, but...well, look at him.
"Nah......I'm good", I murmer rather late given that I lost more than a few brain cells last night, and the surviving couple are working overtime to keep me breathing, thinking, and talking in unison. I smile back at him, trying to keep the drool pooling inside my cheek at bay by closing my mouth tightly.
"Okay then....I'll give you guys a call....haven't partied like that in a while", he licks his already moist lips again, almost causing my mouth to pop open. I swallow hard just in case he decides to pull another one of those on me.
"I'd get get up to walk you out....well, at least crawl you out, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that just yet...I still feel like I'm riding the Tea Cups at Disney Land", with all my strenght I raise mey head slightly off the floor to watch as he stands. He, all too quickly, pulls down the hem of his shirt that had ridden up as he stood, and I silently curse him for being so aware of himself and for wear such a long shirt while having such toned hips.
"Don't worry bout it, he stretches, but not like normal people. He thrusts his arms out in front of him, never once letting his tailored shirt rise. I frown inwardly.
"Later, babe", he smiles down at me cocking his head to one side to see me straightly. My already struggling heartrate soars into cardiac arrest territory at his address of me. It's such a personal pet name, and straight- up flirty. A man...excuse me, a Greek god, flirting...with me? Oh, the alcohol is definately still running strong through my system. A fit of low repetative giggles attack me, I guess out of nervousness or flattery...or maybe even deliriousness.
"Mmm...later, dude", I smile back, sucking in air through my now dusty nostrils between giggles. I hear him walk into the front hallway. I then hear rustling cloth and assume he's getting his coat, before the door the door opens then closes. A small draft of wind snakes past me, spraying dust in my face before I pass out once more, feeling giddy.