Velvet Skies
Chapter Six:
The Instigator
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Alright sir
Sure I'll have another one, it's early
Three olives, shake it up, I like it dirty (dirty)
Tequila for my friend it makes her flirty (flirty)
Trust me
I'm the instigator of underwear
Showing up here and there uh oh (oh no)
I'm always on a mission from the get go (get go)
Bad Influence P!nkX
I could almost hear her smirking as she took another step and my body moved back. "What's wrong Li, why are you moving so fast?" One-step forward, one step back, one step forward, one step back, one step forward bang. Oh crap, a wall. No not a wall, a corner. Shit, shit, shit!
"I just like moving?" It was like playing cat and mouse with her, and suddenly I felt as small and timid as a mouse that was about to be played by the power, graceful cat. I could only hope that something interrupted us. Ok, that was bullshit. This was something that I had craved for a very long time, something that enters and re-enters my dreams if only for a segment, and at the moment all I could feel was a butterfly just fluttering around in my body.
Given the chance, would I kiss her then stop? Or would I go as far to sleep with her again.
"We never did get to round two." She said as she put her hands on the two different walls as I made myself as small as I could to sink as far as possible into the tiny corner. Her face inched closer as she leaned in towards me, and then I felt her knee spread my two thighs apart. It wasn't like I could stop her, almost all the thoughts I had had crashed down like a mirror being pushed off a three story building, Faith being the pusher, and my thoughts the mirror.
"Stop." I whispered, I couldn't take all this after what I had experienced, it was too soon, it was-
"Are you sure? If you say it again, I will, and no one will have to know. I'll turn around, ge' dressed and leave your ass for a club." Her hand crept up my shirt, slowly working its way to my bra, before turning underneath it and heading under the strap that connected it together on my back. I swallowed empty air and I couldn't think. Words weren't connecting from my head to my mouth, she was using her hands to distract me, and she was cheating.
"I…" I finally began as her face inched even closer to my right.
She wasn't cheating not really I had wanted this. I had hoped, dreamt and even wished for it, but now I wasn't so sure. All the memories of our night came rushing back and I suddenly wondered, was the pain worth it?
"Yes?" Faith questioned, her lips brushed the side of my face on my cheekbone. They trailed slowly down my neck towards my collarbone. I swallowed once more hoping the words would somehow reach my lips from where they currently were, in my head. It was becoming more and more difficult to form words, but then everything went out the window when I heard a snap.
With two fingers from her right hand, she had undone my bra. She was talented, it took me two hands to do it up and undo the bra, and she only needed two fingers, two smooth, strong, talented… fingers. Her thumb slid on my bottom slip, and I felt my lips part at the feeling of it.
Her lips were softly kissing my neck and a part of my wondered if I should move; if I should do something, say something. But when her thigh push in between my own, my worries disappeared, and I went with the feeling. It just didn't matter anymore, at least that's what I kept telling my self as I slid my hand under her chin and brought her mouth up to mine, my hands leaving her face and running down her bare, damp body.
I remembered how I looked in the mirror, when I had glanced at it minutes- had it only been that- ago. But now, when I opened my eyes briefly, I saw my reddened cheeks and flashed of my pink lips, I was on an adrenaline high and I didn't want to come down. I still looked a little sickly, but I didn't care anymore.
I felt her arm pull me with her to the bed; she spun me around and pushed me down onto the large bed before she climbed atop and straddled my hips down. Her hair dripped soft droplets onto my face, but I didn't notice- I didn't care. Everything was hazy, everything but her and the core feeling I had as one of her smooth, strong fingers from both hands grazed up my inner thigh before circling and around and under to hoist my legs up.
I kicked my shoes and slid my socks off my feet before I placed them at an angle that had my knees in the air.
She slid forward; looking down at me she silently asked if I was ready. I didn't know, I didn't want to know I just wanted to continue and didn't want to think about anything present.
Her fingers were strangely delicate as they undid the button fly before sharply pulling down the nicely fitting, denim pants, bringing down my underwear with it. I went to slide my shirt off but a hand grabbed one of my wrists before I could. She didn't even let a word pass her lips, only a look that could just be described as territorial. She wanted to do it and she didn't want any help.
She pulled the jeans and underwear off before she kissed my foot and slowly grazed and pressed her lips up and along my calf, my knee and my thigh, I thought she would go further up but she went around the thigh to the outside of it and worked her way up my stomach, pushing the shirt up as she did with her touch.
She kissed around my undone bra, though I was still wearing it, as her hands slid the rest of my shirt off of me. "You should wear v-necks more often." She murmured into my collar, "you look irresistible in them." It was the first comment that I could focus on that made me realise that I wasn't just a random anybody, she knew who I was, even in the bedroom.
I couldn't thank her, I wanted to say something, but she had pulled my bra off with such force as her lips attacked and her tongue danced around my bare breast, that I lost all focus. I had lost control the second I saw it so many years ago, but now I had lost focus and I just let go of everything.
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I woke up first this time, and I so badly wanted payback, make her feel what I had felt. So I got up and padded to the kitchen quietly, pulling on underwear, a shirt and a pair of slacks as I did. When I got outside and walked past the coffee shop, I knew I couldn't leave like that, not because half my stuff was still there, but because it wasn't in my nature, it wasn't me, it was her.
So I returned back to the small apartment with a few essentials and I made pancakes while she slept, and a good pot of coffee.
I heard her awake, and when I turned around to see her; she was wearing a shirt and underwear. She slid into a chair with a smile and poured herself a cup of coffee. We didn't talk about last night, and we pretended that it didn't happen.
No. Wait. That's not true. She pretended it didn't happen and I didn't bring it up. A part of me died inside because of the silence of what happened. A part of me was grateful.
"So, I don't know, I think I might go up and see what Buffy's planned and see if I can help." I nodded as I flipped the last pancake onto the plate and sat down in front of her. "You've been quiet." She stated, stabbing a fork into the pancake. "Something up?" She looked at me as she bit into the pancake. As ungraceful as it was, she pulled it off, and that only further upset me, but I pushed all worries to the back of my mind.
"Course not, just tired."
"Kay, well I'm going to have a shower, care to join?" I blinked, and looked up at her. She was serious, she didn't say this last time, but last time she had left before I had, for wherever she did, and I had run into her later, same club, same table, and the same song. Ironic, yes, funny, yes, fair, no. But it had never been fair with Faith.
"Faith-"
"Yeah I get it, one night thing yeah?" She smiled, "No problem." I hesitated as she left, and I wondered if I had just fucked up severely. I bit my lip, as I heard her turn on the shower, my thoughts went back to her expression.
It had turned blank instantly, like a defence mechanism, like I used every time she said something that made me think she only saw me as a friend. I sliced the inner side of my mouth open, and as the sharp pain awoken my sense I realised something. It didn't matter if I got hurt, because I would have the thing I wanted, and that's what mattered. As least, at this moment in time, that's what mattered.
I slipped off my clothes and opened the door to the shower. "Invitation still opened?" I asked gently as I poked my head into the shower, she turned to see me. Her expression was at first shocked, surprise, and then a smile. And that smile wasn't just sexy, there was something else behind it that gave me butterflies.
"Hell yeah."
I liked the butterflies.