Prompt Set #379 5. They make me uncomfortable. Gail & Holly.
Slightly tweaked I suppose, Groupie. Slightly tweaked. Hope you don't mind.
Damn that blonde. Gail. Whatever her name is.
Of all the random people you could get assigned a room with, you had to get the one with the hottest blonde. And to think this trip to Europe was to take your mind off all that sexually confusing things you left behind.
In reality - Gail wasn't that bad a room-mate, a temporary one at that - but what really got on your nerves was that the blonde was equal parts trying and tempting. It didn't help that all her clothes clung to her in this way that got you smacking your lips - and whenever she got dressed in the room - it was all you could do but run your tongue over her pale skin.
This is Europe, you tell yourself, you could let yourself go - and you would never run into her ever again - but you're not that confident yet. Budding med students weren't, usually. And that wasn't the only spoke in the giant scheme of everything. Gail was a loner who fought to fend off others with wit that always was a smidgeon too sharp. You had gotten a taste of that yourself when she made it extremely clear that she wanted the bottom bunk. Something about if she ever found you in the bottom bunk - you would find yourself at the bottom of the Danube. Very intimidating. Very tantalizing the way her blue eyes glinted as she said that. Ugh.
It's late at night, and Gail hasn't come back yet. Not that you should care. After all, you were leaving back home the next day. So you decide to write in your little journal before going to sleep, sitting on the sole chair in the tiny room overlooking the city.
When Gail does get back it's almost dawn, and she locks the door behind her as she steps into the room. You look up to see her glaring at you with that icy stare of hers, and you can already feel your breath rising.
Calm the gay, Hol.
"I've seen you looking at me, Nerd." Gail begins, and you're sweating. Great job on calming the gay there.
"So, why don't you have your fill?" she finishes, and that takes the breath right out of you. Did you just hear that right?
You don't say anything - but Gail settles on the bed, propped on her elbows and looking at you, expectantly.
For a good five minutes you don't move. Your brain's in overdrive. You've probably scribbled a very shaky 'fuck' across your journal, before the pen slips from your hand. You haven't taken your eyes off her, just seeing her chest rise and fall as she breathes is enough for now - you really can't muster the audacity to get up and walk over to her. But she's still lying there - waiting for you to take her - staring at you - as if she were testing you, daring you to best her.
Can this just slow down.
After the longest five minutes of your life thus far, with Gail still staring at you - now with one eyebrow raised but no other change in her expression - damn it. Be reckless for once.
So you get up - the journal falling to the floor but that's the last thing you notice. Right now you just want to go over to that lower bunk and do whatever your brain came up with the ravishing blonde offering herself to you.
In slow-motion you try to go over the two feet between you and her –and you almost trip over the journal on the floor
Don't trip and fall on her.
Don't trip and fall on her.
Ages later - you've finally crossed the great chasm, and now you're hovering over her slightly over her, almost on top of her - trembling, all sorts of awkward thoughts running through your head.
Is this for real? Wait what about my glasses? Should I take off my glasses? Won't they bump her? Why am I thinking about my glasses when I could be kissing those lips? What is this?
You're inching your face closer and closer towards her, gulping as you do, trying to go over everything you learnt about kissing before you press your lips against hers. The lack of change in her expression isn't reassuring - but you truly want to pull it off. Best her. Show her that you were just as tempting as she could be.
After what feels like eternity of tense breathing and nerves - your lips are almost touching hers, barely - and you're preparing your mind to take in this moment. The reality of all this happening.
"What you're waiting for?" she whispers in your mouth, and that's more than you can take.
"NERD!"
"What!" You jerk awake, pen still in hand, journal still in your lap. NO, it was a dream.
"That's making me uncomfortable you know."
"Huh?" you stutter back, too confused to use words.
"You - moaning my name - out loud in your sleep. I don't think a lot of people are cool with that."
Oh God.