I thought I was entering "turtle mode" and then... now I'm not. Isn't that great?
[aaand put disclaimer here while acting cute]
I take another long drag, tasting the slight mint in my mouth. At least this thing washes out the taste in my mouth. I can relax even if my lungs are filling up with smoke.
I look at my phone. Why I sent that message, I don't know but then I don't regret it. It meant nothing because I don't even know what I meant. So it meant nothing, nothing.
I puff out a thin ghost grazing my cheeks, my lungs feeling heavier. I don't care what this is doing to me as long as I have this calm and the faint light of the afternoon sun behind the clouds on my shoulders.
"You've been skipping a lot."
I look up to my side, seeing a soft smile on Tori's face. I look back towards the fender of my car, looking at nothing. "I guess I have," I touch the cigarette stick on my lips, "and I suppose you would know why."
"Maybe I do," she sits on the stone bench beside me and I can almost feel her body heat just as much as the sun above. I breathe out, filling the silence forming around us. "I never thought you're the type to smoke."
"Surprise, surprise," I breathe out again, taping the ashes off the end of my cigarette.
"Can I?" she leans towards my hand, looking at me, blocking my view of the whole parking lot. I stare at her. She smiles softer, her eyes telling. And I breathe out again as I put the other end of the stick on her... lips. She draws in smoke between her lips as I try to pry my eyes off of her.
"You smoke?"
"Occasionally," she sits back, hands gripping the bench as she stares at the sky.
I drink another drag and it's almost out... it tastes like her, like oranges. Now she's in my chest and I almost panic. I close my eyes, savouring the taste that now won't ever leave me, prolonging it as much as my lungs can take. I feel her staring at me and I reciprocate, puffing out delicately smoke that touches her face. She closes her eyes and I study her while swimming in silence. "Why are you here?"
"I needed to get something from my car and I saw you," her eyes flutter open, her voice nonchalant. "Don't teachers see you here?"
"No, they don't, they won't." I answer, my tone resembling hers.
"How would you know that?"
"I know things," I toss the cigarette butt behind me and she twists, catching it midflight. "Why are you still here?" I take another from the box, lighting it.
"How did he taste like?" she plays with the white end, unravelling it in her hands.
"Like me, like coffee, like more than two years."
She takes my hand, fingers ghosting over my palm, breathing in smoke.
"And Cat?" I stare at her, holding back questions bubbling inside. "She told me," she adds after parting her lips to let the smoke out.
I look away, hearing a soft growl in my throat as breathe smoke in more than my lungs can, my hand trembling, the taste of her growing each second, nesting on my lips. "Sweet, really sweet like candy, like guilt."
"She's so messed up... thought you should know."
"I know." I would know, of all people. I'm the same... maybe even worse.
"Me, how do I taste like?" she looks towards the fender of my car, at nothing, a smile still lingering on her lips.
I stare at my hands, thinking hard, contemplating if I should answer. I look up, holding her gaze, realizing how close her face had come. "You taste like sin," I part my lips, as she leans closer and I can smell her breath, like oranges and smoke. "Like oranges," I breathe out barely whispering, my lungs devoid of air, as her lips softly, excruciatingly touch mine.
She pushes me against the wall and I try to spring back only to feel her nails digging on my shoulders once again, bringing my back against the wall, her teeth raking on my pulse.
"You're skin tastes like makeup."
I smirk, my hands fumbling on her shirt, shredding the cloth to fall on the ground. "That wouldn't taste like that if you didn't leave so many marks," I growl, as she licks basically the full length of my right shoulder.
"I like it this way," she emphasizes, biting deep where she previously left a gash I hid with the gauze that everyone gawked about.
"That just healed," I feel my jaw tighten, feeling her hands on my hips.
She pulls back, looking at me, eyes clouded and full of intent like a predator. "Tell me, how that cat bit you again?" she pushes strands of hair falling over my eyes, her fingers teasing my skin making my arch towards her warmth.
"I was trying shoo it away but it kept coming and attacked me." I answer, my eyes telling, blaming her.
"How did the cat look like?" she returns, teasing my jaw with her teeth, nails scraping at my ribs just underneath my bra.
"I wouldn't care enough to know; I hate animals..." I smirk, my eyes finding its way to the ceiling, fancying the odd specs of stain on its surface.
"Well I hate you," I feel her breath form each word on my neck adding to the heat building between my thighs while a moan escapes me.
"Can you shut up and save me from the agony of listening to your stupidity?" I arch into her only to meet air and a painful slap on my cheeks.
She yanks me by the wrist and I fall on the bed. She has that look again only this time her eyes seem wilder and her lips form a straight line as she crawls on top of me. I can only stare at her and wait until she's hovering over me, ripping my shirt and bra off with such ease while she sat on my hips. I buck towards her, pushing myself up to kiss her hungrily.
My phone rings, blasting out the song knowing that it was Beck's. Tori pushes me back down on the bed as she takes off her own shirt. She looks at my phone, "Aren't you gonna answer that, it's Beck."
"How did you—."
"I know things." She lowers herself, taking my mouth once again, filling me with her taste, biting on my lip like she's making sure that she stains every part of me.
Her fingers roughly pull out from inside me scratching my thighs as she does so. I collapse on the bed, panting as I watch her get up, pulling her shirt over her head.
I lay there thinking that I can't stop this anymore, that this won't be the last time.
A.N.: And I posted too soon. I think it's too soon, right? But I can't let this pass. I just had a shot of sweet, sweet juice from my muse while I was in the middle of washing dishes. (I wish I have a real muse so that I could just kiss it and then I'm inspired, so I wouldn't have to wash dishes.)
I'm sorry for cutting the lemon short. I just don't think that I have to go all the way to make this chapter work. And for that I also had to sacrifice posting a shorter chapter.
Crap! Please, don't slaughter me for this. I know how much you want to butcher me right now but please don't.