Page 86 of Fate Fiction

Evan moaned beneath me, the hum of his sounds vibrating deep into my bones. Pleasure built to a precipice, and nearly broke through the skin on my palm as my orgasm rolled over me like the distant thunder.

“What the fuck was that?” I gasped after he broke away.

He stared up at me, a devilish grin splitting his glistening mouth in the dim light that had pushed through the clouds. Lightning flashed in the distance, illuminating his soft eyes. “I wanted one more taste,” he said innocently.

“Let’s formally commemorate our last night,” I said after we stepped inside.

Evan sat on a kitchen chair with a towel draped over his bare shoulders. “I’m sorry, was what I did on the porch not commemorative enough?”

I shot him a playful glare.

He laughed and shook more of the dampness from his hair. “What did you have in mind?”

“Cheap wine I had bought with the intention of using to get over my ex.”

“Ah, yes, before you took an alternative approach.” He winked.

I pulled the bottle of wine off the counter and procured two juice glasses from the cabinet. “I know they’re not real wine glasses but they’ll do,” I said as I attempted to measure two equal portions.

“As if I care what vessel alcohol comes in,” Evan took the glass and drank a long swig with a trembling hand.

We had maybe fourteen hours left together, neither of us wanted to waste them.

The conversations about what was next were less of a big ambiguous “if” and were slowly morphing into a “when.” There was nothing stopping us from at least giving things a try back in the real world.

That very thought, which terrified me on Wednesday, was now electrifying. It felt like I had a teenage crush again, that sparkly excitement of newness and unknowns and wanting to shout out how happy you were to everyone who could hear, even though it was all for a guy I’d known for a week. That was the absurd part of this whole ordeal. It had been a week. A blip of time in the grand scheme of things.

I had passive visions of him calling me halfway through our respective drives home to carry on the conversations we’d started, or sending me a playlist of songs we could listen to simultaneously. I wanted a few more hours of easy.

I paced the kitchen as I sipped on my glass of wine, I couldn’t run to clear my mind and the alcohol was making it more and more foggy.

Evan watched me as I padded across the floor, so in my own head I couldn’t focus on the little good that was left.

He stood up and crossed over towards me, caging me in the corner of the kitchen.

“No distractions, just you and me,” he cupped my chin in his hand firmly. He turned my face towards his, I couldn’t break away to avoid eye contact. I didn’t want to. “This is our last night we can do this. Whatever happens from here on out won’t be as simple, so please, let’s enjoy what we have for now.”

“We have to be quieter,” I said as a low rumble of thunder echoed out across the water. “Actually, on second thought, we might have the perfect cover.”

Evan stalked towards me, caging me in between him and the counter. He leaned in close, his breaths fluttering against the shell of my ear. I was on the verge of melting into a puddle. “Good, because I want to hear every little sound you make as I fuck you.”

It could’ve been static electricity thrumming in the air from the storm, but every hair on my body stood on end. I needed Evan in the way a drunk person needs a cigarette. The pleasure would be short-lived and wouldn’t do anything good for me, but I craved it all the same.

We were being careless because we wouldn’t have the opportunity to be careless like this again after we left. Our kisses were messy and wild, lips touching lips, teeth nipping flesh, hands roaming across bare skin. Our bodies were magnets being pulled closer and closer together until I was convinced we’d merge.

My own words flashed in my head like a blinking neon sign. A short fic inspired by the premise, “what if Erwyn was able to say what he wanted to?”

It was written in list form, a drabble of poetic statements that were drenched in yearning and stolen song lyrics. Right now one of them stands out.

I wish time could be frozen.

I wanted us to freeze right here, our bodies grasping for steadiness on the kitchen table.

There might be a time where we’d have to be more calculated with one another, but for now, why not be reckless, why not be a little messy?

Our glasses of wine sat unfinished on the counter, I was focused on getting my clothes off as fast as possible. We weren’t drunk on anything but each other.

In our clumsy entangled walk to my bed, we jostled the table and sent things crashing to the ground. An unopened box of cereal fell over. A few apples rolled onto the ground. My notebooks slid off onto the floor.