Another Time, Another Place
Original story I wrote. Not sure yet if I'm going to continue it. Anyway...
Rating: PG-13
I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. She’s just so beautiful. The way her aura glowed from her inner light was hypnotizing. But I knew I couldn’t keep watching. Someone might notice and say something that would ruin the almost friendship Kirsten had pried from me.
The other five girls sitting with us could never say the same. I thought it was amazing that they even remembered my name. Not that I faired much better.
Elizabeth was the girl to my right. Not the prettiest girl in town, but she was smart and she supplied the house for our little party. Elena, Elizabeth’s older sister, was the one who foolishly supplied the alcohol. I thought she was the one with the least amount of brains.
Kirsten was next. I never understood why she insisted on sitting as far away from me as she could when we were with a group. I didn’t mind though. It gave my mind something to dwell on while conversation went on around me. When a question was cast in my direction, I would give the shortest answer I could while being both honest and vague.
There were three other girls that separated Kirsten and I on my left side. I couldn’t remember their names. One might have been Adisson. No Alison. A-something-son. Not that it mattered much.
Another asked a question, the blonde, her name started with a “B” or maybe a “D”. I gave a shrug as my reply. Then Kirsten spoke. Her voice pulled me from my thoughts, “Why are you always so quiet? Don’t you think you could give more than a two word answer to every comment thrown your way?”
I couldn’t stop the small smirk that crossed my lips. I tipped my head to the side and slightly down to look at her through my bangs, hiding my face. My voice was low, seductive. I couldn’t have changed the tone or my next words if I had a gun to my head. “Maybe. If you ask real nice.”
Her cheeks tinted pink, either from embarrassment or the idea of trying to make me, not even I was sure.
Apparently, A-something-son didn’t approve of this tiny flirtation. She made some rude comment. Something involving damn lesbians and eternal damnation.
I turned slightly to give her a passive yet cold look. I could tell my calm smile frightened her. With that result, I stood and sauntered out the nearest door into cool night air. I knew no one would miss me, and I needed to clear my lungs.
I pressed my back against the brick wall of the house and let my eyes fall shut. I tried to remain calm when I heard the door open. I figured it would be one of no-names coming to make sure I had left. I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t care about them, what they thought they could do to me.
Then I heard Kirsten say my name. I kept my eyes closed and refused to let my body respond to her.
I could hear her approaching me, each stop in synch with my beating heart. Then they suddenly stopped, the footfalls and my heartbeats. I willed myself to keep still. To not show that knowing her closeness had any affect on me.
“Alyx. I’m sorry.”
The softness in her voice made me glance up into her eyes, a look of confusion on my face.
She smiled slightly as if she found my confusion funny but continued to speak anyway. “They don’t understand what it feels like to be… well, misunderstood.”
I stood there quietly. Still pressed against the bricks, still trying to understand why she followed me. I tried to voice the question, but found I could not speak.
She stepped closer to me. She was close enough for me to smell her perfume. Citrus. Gods, was everything about her addictive?
I found myself wanting her even closer. Close enough to touch. Close enough to taste. But that could never happen. I needed to get out of there before something happened that couldn’t un-happen.
“Goodbye, Kirsten.”
I pushed away from the wall and began to walk away. Kirsten sidestepped to block my path. She whispered, “Don’t leave.”
Green eyes fell to stare at the ground. Why wouldn’t she look at me? She could always meet my eyes, even when she was embarrassed. Unless she…. No. That couldn’t be it. Or could it?
I wanted to know… I needed to know. So I grasped her chin with my fingertips and tilted her head back up to look at me. Her eyes shined with emotion and something else… something darker. Before I could label that something, she turned her face away.
It was the second time she had tried to hide from me, and it caused my temper to flare. I gripped her face harder than I had meant to and forced her to look at me. My face remained my usual stoic calm, but my grip on her jaw was tight and told her of my anger.
She looked up at me. Finally meeting my eyes steadily. Her breath was shallow and I could feel her heart racing under my hand. Everything about me remained passive except how I held her jaw and the questioning look I knew was in my eyes.
We stared at each other for a while. I wasn’t really sure how long. A minute, a second, and hour... I will never know. Time stood still in that moment. Looking into each other’s eyes. Me, trying to figure out what the hell Kirsten thought was going to happen, and she, trying to pretend she didn’t know even while looking at me like we were the only two people alive.
Time stood still in that moment, but once it started up again I couldn’t keep up with what was happening. I saw Kirsten bring her own hands up. One gently tangled into my hair, while the other wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding her in place.
I felt her pull my head down towards her. “Alyx,” she sighed my name a second before she pressed her lips against mine. It was a small innocent kiss, but I knew she was trying to tell me what she couldn’t… no, wouldn’t say aloud.
She pulled back by an inch and stopped. She looked at me while refusing to release her hold. I knew that wouldn’t be enough… how could it ever be enough?
I didn’t close my eyes during the brief kiss, nor did I kiss her back. I needed to know what she really wanted, and I wanted her to say it.
So I released her jaw and took a step backward causing her arms to fall to her sides. I saw the hurt look in her wyes and knew she misunderstood my actions. I would have make this quick. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for disappointment.
“Kirsten,” I kept my voice soft, trying to let her know I wasn’t denying her. “What do you want from me?”
“I thought that was obvious.” She thought this was a joke. I could tell by the tone of her voice, the smirk on her lips, and the slow steps she took towards me. I let her approach, but before she could bring her hands all the way to my face I grabbed her wrists and turned us both around.
Her back hit the brick wall with a painful sounding thud. I pinned her wrists down on wither side of her head before she could put up any kind of struggle and kept a fair amount of distance between us.
I glared down at her for a moment before schooling my face back to an expressionless mask. There was shock on her face, and then the struggles began.
She tried to pull her wrists free, but we both knew it was useless since I was so much stronger than her. Nevertheless she kept trying.
“Alyx, what the hell is this? What are you doing?” Her voice wasn’t angry, more annoyed that I stopped her from doing what she wanted. She kept asking the same things over and over. Why wouldn’t I release her? What was I doing? Over and over, again and again. It was grating on my patience.
“Kirsten,” my tone was dangerously low causing her questioning to fall silent. “Tell me what you want.”
It came out more commanding than what I had meant it to be, but I was going crazy being this close to her. I could have taken her five minutes earlier when she asked me not to leave.
As much as I wanted to, I knew I had to wait. She needed to say it first. Once it was said out loud it couldn’t be undone. It would be there, and she couldn’t deny it later when reality came back. At least, not to me.
She knew what I was doing, knew what it would mean. I could almost see the wheels turning in that head of hers. I could tell she wanted to keep her exit open, and I didn’t need her next statement to confirm it.
“You already know. There’s no use in saying it.”
I never knew why it was so easy for her to get under my skin, but she always managed to. My grip tightened on her wrists as I pushed them harder against the wall. She grimaced slightly but made no sound to tell me I was hurting her.
My patience was almost gone, but I knew she would give in before I gave up. “Say it. I want to hear you say it. What do you want?”
She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. I smiled internally at having won, but externally remained cold, calm, and impassive. Call me a sadist, but I loved the power I had over her in that moment.
Her eyes remained closed for a moment before she opened them and looked directly into mine. “You.”
I smirked at her before crashing my lips against hers. There was nothing innocent about the way I kissed her. Rough, hard, passionate, but even more impatient.
I raised her arms above her head and held them both down with one hand. My now free hand came back to her jaw and tilted her face up slightly. I bit her bottom lip a little less than gently and her lips parted with her surprised gasp.
Seizing the opportunity, I delved my tongue into her mouth. She tasted the way she smelled. Citrus. As if she had just eaten an orange or something.
I stepped forward and pressed my body into hers, trapping her between the brick and myself. Our tongues were battling for dominance. Nothing else moved. Her arms pinned over her head by one of mine, our bodies flush together, and my left hand still on her jaw.
The need for air separated us, but I could no longer remain still. I turned her head to give myself excess to her neck and bent my head down to bite at her ear and neck, causing her to moan softly. The sound coming out in a semblance of my name.
I raised my head to watch her face. It was flushed with heat, eyes half-lidded with her arousal, and lips parted slightly to draw in pants of breath.
My left hand moved down, tracing fingertips along her jaw line and continuing a downward trail along her collarbone. I stopped at the hollow of her throat, causing her to make a sound of disappointment. “Alyx, please,” she whined at me.
My eyes slid down to her top, noticing the buttons just begging to be undone. I smirked once more at her as I began undoing her top, revealing her flesh inch by inch.
I was about to move the sides of the now unbuttoned top when I heard the girls inside laugh. Kirsten’s eyes shot open at the sound ad I could almost feel reality slap me in the face.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and shock, as if she didn’t know where she was. I kissed her softly before releasing my hold on her and taking a step back. I had lost her tonight, but one battle doesn’t decide a war.
I wanted to finish what was started, but I refused to chase her. That didn’t mean I couldn’t use a bit of a mind fuck to insure she came to me.
I grabbed her hands again, very gently this time. She flinched but didn’t move away. Progress, I thought with some satisfaction. I turned her hands over and brought her palms to my lips one at a time. Each caused a small shiver to race through her.
I have her a small smile and spoke in a low, promising voice, “Next time I will have you… Regardless of who is near.”
I left her those words. She was still against the brick wall, breathing hard with her top still undone. I turned toward my car and left.
Rating: PG-13
I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her. She’s just so beautiful. The way her aura glowed from her inner light was hypnotizing. But I knew I couldn’t keep watching. Someone might notice and say something that would ruin the almost friendship Kirsten had pried from me.
The other five girls sitting with us could never say the same. I thought it was amazing that they even remembered my name. Not that I faired much better.
Elizabeth was the girl to my right. Not the prettiest girl in town, but she was smart and she supplied the house for our little party. Elena, Elizabeth’s older sister, was the one who foolishly supplied the alcohol. I thought she was the one with the least amount of brains.
Kirsten was next. I never understood why she insisted on sitting as far away from me as she could when we were with a group. I didn’t mind though. It gave my mind something to dwell on while conversation went on around me. When a question was cast in my direction, I would give the shortest answer I could while being both honest and vague.
There were three other girls that separated Kirsten and I on my left side. I couldn’t remember their names. One might have been Adisson. No Alison. A-something-son. Not that it mattered much.
Another asked a question, the blonde, her name started with a “B” or maybe a “D”. I gave a shrug as my reply. Then Kirsten spoke. Her voice pulled me from my thoughts, “Why are you always so quiet? Don’t you think you could give more than a two word answer to every comment thrown your way?”
I couldn’t stop the small smirk that crossed my lips. I tipped my head to the side and slightly down to look at her through my bangs, hiding my face. My voice was low, seductive. I couldn’t have changed the tone or my next words if I had a gun to my head. “Maybe. If you ask real nice.”
Her cheeks tinted pink, either from embarrassment or the idea of trying to make me, not even I was sure.
Apparently, A-something-son didn’t approve of this tiny flirtation. She made some rude comment. Something involving damn lesbians and eternal damnation.
I turned slightly to give her a passive yet cold look. I could tell my calm smile frightened her. With that result, I stood and sauntered out the nearest door into cool night air. I knew no one would miss me, and I needed to clear my lungs.
I pressed my back against the brick wall of the house and let my eyes fall shut. I tried to remain calm when I heard the door open. I figured it would be one of no-names coming to make sure I had left. I didn’t open my eyes. I didn’t care about them, what they thought they could do to me.
Then I heard Kirsten say my name. I kept my eyes closed and refused to let my body respond to her.
I could hear her approaching me, each stop in synch with my beating heart. Then they suddenly stopped, the footfalls and my heartbeats. I willed myself to keep still. To not show that knowing her closeness had any affect on me.
“Alyx. I’m sorry.”
The softness in her voice made me glance up into her eyes, a look of confusion on my face.
She smiled slightly as if she found my confusion funny but continued to speak anyway. “They don’t understand what it feels like to be… well, misunderstood.”
I stood there quietly. Still pressed against the bricks, still trying to understand why she followed me. I tried to voice the question, but found I could not speak.
She stepped closer to me. She was close enough for me to smell her perfume. Citrus. Gods, was everything about her addictive?
I found myself wanting her even closer. Close enough to touch. Close enough to taste. But that could never happen. I needed to get out of there before something happened that couldn’t un-happen.
“Goodbye, Kirsten.”
I pushed away from the wall and began to walk away. Kirsten sidestepped to block my path. She whispered, “Don’t leave.”
Green eyes fell to stare at the ground. Why wouldn’t she look at me? She could always meet my eyes, even when she was embarrassed. Unless she…. No. That couldn’t be it. Or could it?
I wanted to know… I needed to know. So I grasped her chin with my fingertips and tilted her head back up to look at me. Her eyes shined with emotion and something else… something darker. Before I could label that something, she turned her face away.
It was the second time she had tried to hide from me, and it caused my temper to flare. I gripped her face harder than I had meant to and forced her to look at me. My face remained my usual stoic calm, but my grip on her jaw was tight and told her of my anger.
She looked up at me. Finally meeting my eyes steadily. Her breath was shallow and I could feel her heart racing under my hand. Everything about me remained passive except how I held her jaw and the questioning look I knew was in my eyes.
We stared at each other for a while. I wasn’t really sure how long. A minute, a second, and hour... I will never know. Time stood still in that moment. Looking into each other’s eyes. Me, trying to figure out what the hell Kirsten thought was going to happen, and she, trying to pretend she didn’t know even while looking at me like we were the only two people alive.
Time stood still in that moment, but once it started up again I couldn’t keep up with what was happening. I saw Kirsten bring her own hands up. One gently tangled into my hair, while the other wrapped around the wrist of the hand holding her in place.
I felt her pull my head down towards her. “Alyx,” she sighed my name a second before she pressed her lips against mine. It was a small innocent kiss, but I knew she was trying to tell me what she couldn’t… no, wouldn’t say aloud.
She pulled back by an inch and stopped. She looked at me while refusing to release her hold. I knew that wouldn’t be enough… how could it ever be enough?
I didn’t close my eyes during the brief kiss, nor did I kiss her back. I needed to know what she really wanted, and I wanted her to say it.
So I released her jaw and took a step backward causing her arms to fall to her sides. I saw the hurt look in her wyes and knew she misunderstood my actions. I would have make this quick. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for disappointment.
“Kirsten,” I kept my voice soft, trying to let her know I wasn’t denying her. “What do you want from me?”
“I thought that was obvious.” She thought this was a joke. I could tell by the tone of her voice, the smirk on her lips, and the slow steps she took towards me. I let her approach, but before she could bring her hands all the way to my face I grabbed her wrists and turned us both around.
Her back hit the brick wall with a painful sounding thud. I pinned her wrists down on wither side of her head before she could put up any kind of struggle and kept a fair amount of distance between us.
I glared down at her for a moment before schooling my face back to an expressionless mask. There was shock on her face, and then the struggles began.
She tried to pull her wrists free, but we both knew it was useless since I was so much stronger than her. Nevertheless she kept trying.
“Alyx, what the hell is this? What are you doing?” Her voice wasn’t angry, more annoyed that I stopped her from doing what she wanted. She kept asking the same things over and over. Why wouldn’t I release her? What was I doing? Over and over, again and again. It was grating on my patience.
“Kirsten,” my tone was dangerously low causing her questioning to fall silent. “Tell me what you want.”
It came out more commanding than what I had meant it to be, but I was going crazy being this close to her. I could have taken her five minutes earlier when she asked me not to leave.
As much as I wanted to, I knew I had to wait. She needed to say it first. Once it was said out loud it couldn’t be undone. It would be there, and she couldn’t deny it later when reality came back. At least, not to me.
She knew what I was doing, knew what it would mean. I could almost see the wheels turning in that head of hers. I could tell she wanted to keep her exit open, and I didn’t need her next statement to confirm it.
“You already know. There’s no use in saying it.”
I never knew why it was so easy for her to get under my skin, but she always managed to. My grip tightened on her wrists as I pushed them harder against the wall. She grimaced slightly but made no sound to tell me I was hurting her.
My patience was almost gone, but I knew she would give in before I gave up. “Say it. I want to hear you say it. What do you want?”
She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. I smiled internally at having won, but externally remained cold, calm, and impassive. Call me a sadist, but I loved the power I had over her in that moment.
Her eyes remained closed for a moment before she opened them and looked directly into mine. “You.”
I smirked at her before crashing my lips against hers. There was nothing innocent about the way I kissed her. Rough, hard, passionate, but even more impatient.
I raised her arms above her head and held them both down with one hand. My now free hand came back to her jaw and tilted her face up slightly. I bit her bottom lip a little less than gently and her lips parted with her surprised gasp.
Seizing the opportunity, I delved my tongue into her mouth. She tasted the way she smelled. Citrus. As if she had just eaten an orange or something.
I stepped forward and pressed my body into hers, trapping her between the brick and myself. Our tongues were battling for dominance. Nothing else moved. Her arms pinned over her head by one of mine, our bodies flush together, and my left hand still on her jaw.
The need for air separated us, but I could no longer remain still. I turned her head to give myself excess to her neck and bent my head down to bite at her ear and neck, causing her to moan softly. The sound coming out in a semblance of my name.
I raised my head to watch her face. It was flushed with heat, eyes half-lidded with her arousal, and lips parted slightly to draw in pants of breath.
My left hand moved down, tracing fingertips along her jaw line and continuing a downward trail along her collarbone. I stopped at the hollow of her throat, causing her to make a sound of disappointment. “Alyx, please,” she whined at me.
My eyes slid down to her top, noticing the buttons just begging to be undone. I smirked once more at her as I began undoing her top, revealing her flesh inch by inch.
I was about to move the sides of the now unbuttoned top when I heard the girls inside laugh. Kirsten’s eyes shot open at the sound ad I could almost feel reality slap me in the face.
Her eyes were filled with confusion and shock, as if she didn’t know where she was. I kissed her softly before releasing my hold on her and taking a step back. I had lost her tonight, but one battle doesn’t decide a war.
I wanted to finish what was started, but I refused to chase her. That didn’t mean I couldn’t use a bit of a mind fuck to insure she came to me.
I grabbed her hands again, very gently this time. She flinched but didn’t move away. Progress, I thought with some satisfaction. I turned her hands over and brought her palms to my lips one at a time. Each caused a small shiver to race through her.
I have her a small smile and spoke in a low, promising voice, “Next time I will have you… Regardless of who is near.”
I left her those words. She was still against the brick wall, breathing hard with her top still undone. I turned toward my car and left.