|Driven to Distraction (teaser only)
||[May. 22nd, 2007|05:51 pm]
It's past midnight when my flight comes in, and I stumble off the plane exhausted, but with nerves buzzing excitedly. It's been months since I've seen her. Being that we live on opposite sides of the country, our hands are often tied by busy work schedules, or, more often, doomed short-term relationships that lack the spark that we have when we're together.|
I admit it. I am here to fuck. I am here for the bedframe-breaking, nail-gouging, screaming, sweating, thrashing all-out debauchery that I never get at home. This would be uncomplicated if we didn't love each other too, and if we weren't so devoted to our separate careers that neither of us is yet willing to move. And so I am here again, smelling like airplane under my perfume, dragging my roller bag behind me through the mostly-deserted airport.
She's standing by the baggage carousel, turned away from me, but instantly recognizable from her broad shoulders and the explosion of dark, wild curls barely contained in her ponytail. My stomach tingles in anticipation, not unpleasantly. Walking toward her, I wonder if I'll be able to sneak up on her. Her smell is already in my nostrils, earthy and oddly intoxicating. ( Read more...Collapse )