Addiction

Dinner was intense. There was an undeniable electricity that filled the air between them—that had been filling the air between them each time they met since they had started being "friends." This time, they made it to appetizers before one of them threw money down on the table and both of them, engaged in a possessive glare forced each other out the door and into a cab.

The back of the cab was another turbulent ride as one of them choked out an address—sitting next to each other not speaking. Both of them stared out of opposite windows, knowing if they looked at each other it would all be over. A twenty fell through the cash drop of the cab for a five dollar fare, but before the driver could turn, both women were gone.

They had barely made it inside.

Her breath was already gone by the time she had blindly forced the key into the door. It gave and they stumbled inside until they hit a hard surface to hold them up. Their routine. Another late dinner. Another bottle of wine. Another day to their ambiguous relationship that ended in this frenzied passion that spilled out of both of them and defied any words or labels that they put on their relationship.

Olivia's body slammed into the wall as Alex pushed her backwards, hands roaming up and down her body. Putting her leg up under her and pressing into the wall, she pushed Alex back, catching her off balance taking control and crossing the hallway with a growl. She pushed Alex up and into the wall, a loud groan coming from her lips as Olivia pulled at her skirt. Frantic fingers fought against buttons and ripped at zippers.

The wine was making her head swim as sensations of lust flooded through her. The light buzz took away the moral ambiguity that came from not fully being sure that this was what they should be doing. In being friends, they had managed to cross the line. It was the line that she had been determined not to cross.

"What are we doing?" She mumbled, as she sucked on Alex's neck.

"If you don't know we're doing it wrong." Alex said, pushing her back, roughly pulling at her shirt.

Against every impulse in her body, she stopped Alex's hands. "No, no, stop," She whispered, as she let her head fall into the wall. "What are we doing?" She asked again.

Alex placed long slow kisses down her neck. "We're…" She managed, continuing her line of kisses eliciting a moan from Olivia. Her fingers slowly started exploring

Olivia took her hands and spun her around. With her hands firmly around Alex's waist, she whispered into Alex's ear. "I don't want to do this anymore. Like this."

"You don't want to do what?" Alex asked.

"Fuck." She said. She could see the red creep into Alex's face.

"I never heard you complain before." She murmured.

"I'm not complaining, Alex. I just want more. I want to be with you Alex."

"You are with me." She smiled, trying to turn around.

"I mean, I want to be yours. I want you to be mine." She said, catching Alex's blue eyes, trying to hold them. Olivia turned her head gently, "I love you."

"I love you too, Liv."

"I, I want more than this. I want an "us."

"There is an "us," Liv." Alex sighed, turning in her arms, pushing brown hair out of her eyes.

"But you said you just wanted to be…friends. To take it slow."

"Olivia, I'll never be able to go slow with you. I need you. I've always needed you."

"But you said…" Olivia stuttered.

"It's like I'm addicted to you." She said with a smile.

"So, I'm more than your friend?" Olivia said with a lopsided smile.

"You're the love of my life." Alex whispered in return, "And you've always known that." She said kissing Olivia deeply. This time, Olivia let the kiss deepen. Alex smiled at her as she walked her slowly down the hall and into the bedroom.