Monday, 12-18-06
8:47 A.M.
"And that's how I learned to never drive to work with dilated eyes." I finished somberly, blinking with a false portrayal of trepidation. Watching in utter amusement, I witnessed his eyes bug out and his throat clear pointedly.
"How did you ever get your license?" He spouted, wrinkling his nose disgustedly. It was hard to fight back a pent up snort of laughter.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" The comment came out with a little more risqué than intended, yet the expression on his face was so downright priceless that the falsehood was worth it.
"Oh, kindly enlighten me Judith." His tone didn't quite match his features, but I cringed all the same. Judith? No one but my Auntie Shelva calls me that. No one, not even the Pope would be allowed that crude pleasure. And vengeance just so happens to be a pesky little addiction of mine…
Slowly and sensually, I lifted my hand from my own knee onto his right-upper thigh, leaning my face closer to his all the while. Oh delight, the breath had just hitched palpably in his throat. Batting my eyelashes with a cruel snicker bubbling in my insides, I ran a slippery finger down his maroon dress shirt. "Maybe some other time, Thomas. When we're not in public." I mumbled ardently, brushing my nose against his weather-beaten cheek.
Leaning back to my side of the ebony leather sofa, I relinquished my hold upon him, extracting a sigh of relief. The gesture amused me greatly, and no longer could I hold in the fit of giggles pounding within my chest. Doubling over, I held my abdomen tight, all the while cackling obnoxiously. In rapture with my own silent games, I didn't notice the change in weight upon the couch until it was too late.
With a strangled gasp, I felt myself being thrown off my perch and hurtling towards the moth-eaten carpet beneath me. Before I had even readied myself for impact, a pair of strong hands enclosed around my frail frame, and I giggled in spite. Tommy pulled me up to face him, and hair strewn all over the place, I felt my facial expression slacken. Now it was my turn to be caught off guard, and in return I blinked dumbly at his mischievous grin. Oh deary, I was in for it now.
In half a second flat, he had me pinned up against the nearest wall. Oh Tommy, don't be rough with me, I thought in a wicked splendor. His arm rested lazily around my waist and the other on the wall behind us, propping our melded figures up. I watched in pure delight as his face leaned closer in towards mine, until at the last possible moment, it swerved like a car greeted by a pair of headlights on the wrong side of the road, and settled near my ear instead. "Why not now, Jude?" He whispered softly, seductively. "I don't see anyone around. Just you, me, a quiet studio, a couch…"
Uh oh. I gulped wearily, a tickle running down my spine. You have a boyfriend, you have a boyfriend, I thought, trying to rid my mind of the ideas that were now flitting through it. My silent battle was interrupted by his voice again however, this time speaking directly to my face. "So what do you say Jude?"
My heart melted at the look on his face. His eyes, pools of lust, his lips, harbors of longing…
My mouth opened before I realized what I was doing. "Tommy, I love-"
Isn't it funny how in scripted movies, a character always interrupts the best of moments, casting all illusion of perfection away? Well, the truth is, it's absolutely hilarious in the backseat until this phenomenon appears and shatters one of your own precious moments. Then, it just plain sucks.
The door clicked behind us, and before it could open, Tommy had sprung back from me, landing feet away. Like he was embarrassed just to be touching me. Like I was some sort of social leper.
"Tommy!" The intruder squealed, pushing up her breasts, revealing a magnanimous amount of cleavage under her swoop neck tank top. Throwing herself into his arms, blonde locks flying everywhere, an utter look of repulsion appeared on Tommy's face. He raised his eyebrows at me as he patted the woman on the back lightly, and I snorted, tapping my foot triumphantly.
At least I did something right.
