Page 123 of Fate Fiction

Evan slid his palm down his cheek. “I forgot about this little detail.”

The entire room—floor to ceiling—was covered in mirrors. I wasn’t looking at one Evan, I was looking at a dozen of them, all reflecting back at me.

“My assistant found it for me and didn’t read through the whole listing, since I’m only here for a short while it didn’t make sense to find a new place⁠—”

“Is the headboard leopard print?” I doubled over in laughter. “Please tell me the sheets are silk⁠—”

“They were until I ordered new ones. I was not about to slide around all night.”

“It’s a nineties drug dealer’s fuck den, oh my god,” I clasped my hands around my mouth.

“It is deeply unsexy,” Evan said, propping his hands on his hips. “We can cover the mirrors if it’s too weird or⁠—”

“There’s a disco ball?” I asked, centering my focus on the ceiling. I turned and found another light switch, when it clicked on the room dimmed and the disco ball began spinning. “This is incredible.”

Evan stalked across the room towards me. “If you’re fine here in the sleazy sex room, let’s have a little sleazy sex.” He positioned himself behind me and slid my sleeves off my shoulders. He dotted kisses across my bare back as gentle fingers unzipped my dress.

He took his time sliding it off me. He reveled in my bare skin. He dragged his hands over the folds of my back and memorized the creases. I was facing the mirror, I watched my own body revealed before me bit by bit, piece by piece. Any dislike or indifference fell off me like my dress and bra did. Seeing how Evan looked behind me—grasping my skin, cupping my breast—I felt more beautiful than I had in a long time.

He slid his hand down my stomach and brushed my hair aside. “Let me fuck you like…”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me. Like this isn’t a mistake.”

“It’s not,” I turned towards him, forcing eye contact. I felt the slickness between my legs building. “You’re okay to go another round?”

He furiously nodded. “I think my body wants to make up for lost time. I can’t deny it of what it wants. I’m also prepared for once,” he opened the bedside table and pulled out an unopened box of condoms.

“Please tell me those did not come with the apartment,” I said. I was already haunted by the activities that these mirrors had witnessed over the last few decades.

“Fuck, no, I bought them. Well some poor sap delivery driver did, I wasn’t about to let myself be seen at the drug store picking these up. But they aren’t from the sexual deviants who enjoyed this room’s amenities before I got here.” He opened the package and extracted one.

He’d still been partially clothed, his pants hung low around his hips and he’d barely pulled his boxers back up. His abdomen tapered into a V and a tuft of hair was barely visible above the waistband. He slid his pants off with one hand and tore the condom open with his teeth using the other, growling satisfactorily.

He perched himself at the edge of his bed, legs spread apart. His rapidly hardening cock standing up between them. “Come here.” His slowly sobering slur made his accent all that much stronger and it sounded like a singular word.

I stepped towards him, watching my silhouette saunter for infinity in the mirror across from me. Evan wrapped his hands around my waist and stared up at me.

“I’m going to fuck you while we both watch ourselves. I want you to see yourself come and how fucking pretty you look when you do,” he said, deep and low.

“Yes, please,” I whispered through trembling lips.

He spun me around and I bent forward, angling my body so it was aligned with him. I slid myself backwards, watching in the mirror how Evan’s jaw tensed and his muscles clenched as he entered me.

“You feel so good like this,” I said. “Fuck, you look good too.”

Evan squared his hands on my hips and looked at my reflection. “Look how good we look together. How we fit so perfectly. We can turn this into something, Dani. We will turn it into something, I like you too much to let you go.” He traced the petals of each flower tattooed on my shoulder. Goosebumps prickled up from the sensation of his rough fingertips on my flushed skin.

I pulled myself away from him and speared myself on his cock again. Our bodies moved in rhythm. My hips bounced as his thrusted. I groped at my own breasts, let my own fingers circle my nipple to spread this stimulation through my entire body.

And I watched us. I watched Evan and the way his hooded eyes couldn’t break away from me.

Each sound that came out of him was a whisper of my name, as if he had forbade himself from saying it all this time.

“Dani, Dani, Dani,” like it was a curse or incantation. Something to will himself to speak me back into his life. Each inhale of my skin was treated as precious as oxygen, each caress of my hip like he would lose all sensation in a flash of light.

Somehow, after not one, but two, meals, he still seemed hungry. He wanted to savor each taste of me like it would be his last.