A piece of prose.

We sit across from one another, oh-so-casually sipping our libations while our dangling legs tango beneath the table. I don't look at you, nor you at me; yet despite our visual aversion, there is nothing else on our minds. I want you terribly, and you know this. I turn my head, just so, and stare at you: male perfection in human form. My mind races, skimming over all the dirty little scenarios I'd like to play with you. You turn, feeling my eyes upon you, and look at me. We lock in a stare for a moment before you finish your beer, pick up my empty glass, and walk to the bar for thirds. I watch your every move, like a hunter. I am a lioness on the prowl for my dinner. I'll stop at nothing to have you.

Long and lean, you haven't much to offer in the way of meat, yet I'm hungry for you, regardless. You cock your foot against the bottom lefge of the bar, leaning over to place our next order. I cannot help but wonder what lies beneath your clothing. I lick my lower lip and imagine it for just a moment. You turn and walk back to the table, carefully placing the glasses as not to spill a drop. I lean my chin on my hand and firmly plant my elbow on the table, invading your personal space, just a hair.

You hop onto your stool and lift your glass. We toast. We drink. You turn away from me once again, seemingly afraid to look me in the eyes. You're terrified of what secrets lie behind these windows to my soul. I, on the other hand, cannot peel my eyes from you. I take a sip and look you over, making certain to permanently engrave your every marking in my mind. My temperature climbs, my pulse follows suit -- this is no alcoholic stimulation, merely the great desire I bear for you.

I place my glass onto the table with a heavy thump, startling you, thereby grabbing your attention. I smile and reach my hand across the table to stroke yours.
"So, what's the craziest thing you've done lately?" I ask. You look down at my hand on top of yours, pinkening in the cheeks, then turn your sweet eyes to mine.
"I haven't gotten to it yet," you say, ever so coyly. You slide your hand out from underneath mine and lock my frail wrist firmly in your grip. For the first time all night, our eyes lock and I can read your every thought. I know you want this just as much as I.

You rise, letting go of my wrist, with a quick stroke of your fingers against my skin before walking back to the bar. I watch you dig into your back pocket, produce a bill and rest it on the counter.
"Keep the change."
You shoot me a smouldering star, the kind that offsets a girl's nerves in the worst and best kind of way. I can feel myself growing increasingly aroused as you stand there, just looking at me. You tilt your head, motioning me to follow you, and I quickly oblige.

I rush over to you and you offer me your arm, which I gladly take in mine. We walk out of the bar into the chill, dark night. I look up at the sky, trying to make out the city's stars to no avail. You stroke my cheek and place a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.
"Shall we?" you ask, lips scarcely pressed against the skin of my ear. I shiver at the sound of your voice and simply nod. We make our way across the street and scramble into my apartment building. As soon as we enter the foyer, you pull me into your arms and kiss me. I lose all sense of control and return your fervency, twice as heavily. I drive you into the corner, pressing my body to yours. Your hands roam the contours of my slight frame and I shiver with elation, overwhelmed with my newly heightened arousal. I can feel the heat rising from your body, and yearn for nothing more than to feel your skin against mine.

The building door opens and we stop, frightened, and caught in our act. A woman looks at us in disgust and takes the elevator up to her apartment. My cheeks flush. You embrace me and kiss my forehead.
"Why don't we move this somewhere else?"
"Yes," I reply. You take my hand and lead me towards the staircase.
"Don't you want to take the elevator?" I ask.
"I prefer the exercise."

You push open the door to the stairwell, motioning me to enter first, and I oblige. You close the door behind us and, just as I begin to climb the stairs, you grab a hold of my hips, pulling me against you. Our lips meet and tongues clash in a heated battle. We are tugging at one another's garments in a backwards dance up the stairs. We make it to the next floor up and you throw me against the wall, biting my neck with fervor. I practically scream from the pain and pleasure, but just as I am about to do so, you cup your hand over my mouth. Our eyes meet and you tell me not to resist what is to come. I submit and lean back against the wall. You pull at my clothing, allowing your hands to roam what lies beneath it. Soon, so soon, you let your mouth take their place.

I shiver, biting my lip to keep silent as you pleasure me. My breathing staggers and I reach up the tail of your shirt, dragging my nails over your bare back. You groan softly and gaze up at me while your continue your foreplay. The look in your eyes maddens me, causing me to desire you all the more. You slide your hand up my skirt, teasing me with your velvet touch. My knees buckle, unable to handle the intensity of your actions. I run my hands through your hair, tugging it just right. I urge you to stop tormenting me and you look up at me, as if to inquire what was wrong. I pull your face to mine and kiss you vehemently. I can tolerate no more.

We resume our dance up the stairs, lips locked, bodies grinding. I giggle, excited to be in this situation with you. You grin and nibble my lower lip. I stifle a gasp as you push me down onto the stairs. I pull you down with me, then unzip your jacket to run my hands over your bare chest. Our eyes meet and we lay frozen in time. You embrace me and I you, a delicate smile blooming across your perfect lips. I trace the contour of your mouth with my finger and you bite me, exceuting a sublime combination of pleasure and pain. We kiss. I look at you and you at me.
"So, what's the craziest thing you've done lately?" I ask again, smirking. You nip my neck and grab a handful of my hair, forcing me to submit.
"I've only just begun it."