His songs are great by the way.
ALSO, due to the....unusual explicit content I did a lot of revisions. I am still weirded out I am actually publishing this.
~*~
2 weeks before Christmas:
Christmas means many things for others. Usually it has something to do with spending time with the family once in a year to talk about life and give gifts to your loved ones.
For others it may have been a second Valentines day, using the excuse of gifts as a way to win the hearts of their significant others.
For me it meant no work, and that's all I needed. For the whole year I had been busy with work and it had burned me out to the core. I was excited for the Christmas break and just lie around at home watching Christmas specials in my pajamas.
It was around 5pm when I decided it was time to go home. I was just about to turn in for the day when an email popped up in my inbox. It was an update to the invite for the Christmas party with the department. I groaned. The thought of seeing these people outside my work hours seemed stressful. I loved my officemates but parties were just out of the question. They would drink until they couldn't see straight and they would take you with them. For the past few days I chose to ignore this invite, but I guess there was no point leaving these people hanging.
As I was about to tick the "Decline" button, I got a message.
"Hey."
A messenger with his name popped on on the right side of my screen, and my heart skipped a beat. It was him.
For reasons I cannot remember I have had romantic feelings for him. He used to be the reason for me to be at work every weekday, just to have a glimpse of him or find something to talk about with him. We seemed to have a relatively good office relationship, and I suppose that was enough. Until now I do not know why I like him the way I do, but the heart wants what the heart wants.
I typed a reply. "Hey. What is it?"
"Are you going to the party?"
I didn't want to reply right away. The thing I loved and hated about him is that he knew how I ticked more than anyone else. Something tells me he knew that I wasn't going to show.
He already took my lack of reply as a no. "So you're not going?"
"I don't know. Probably not. Busy"
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"
He sent a frown emoticon. How mature, I thought.
Another reply popped up on my screen. "It only happens once a year. You can just stay for a few hours, and you can go. Please go."
Pleased as I was, spending more time with him seemed like a bad idea. Seeing him outside the office setting would just make me want to get to know him more, and I think the more I know the more this stupid crush will hinder me. I was just about to type this long explanation on how I had to pack up to visit my folks for the holidays and how this would tire me out but he gave me no time to explain.
He was already behind me, and his voice caused me to jump out of my seat.
"Please?"
I spun my chair around to see eye to eye with him. I caught a whiff of his perfume and my heart only fluttered. He made this puppy-eyed face that if he stared at me any longer I would have melted to the chair. I was begging to God that I wasn't turning red.
I didn't want to disappoint him, so I had to say yes. "Oh...okay. I'll go."
He smiled. "Great! I'll see you tomorrow then!"
He walked away and I started to take deep breaths so my heart rate would go back to normal.
Since he was a crush, I started over-analyzing this whole situation.Why did he invite me? Did he have to tell me something? Did he want me there? No. Maybe he just wanted all of us to be there, and I was the only hesitant one.
Could it be because...?
I shook the thought away before it even came to my head.
No. He doesn't have feelings for me.
He can't.
But I wish he did.
Well, at least I get to see him, I thought as a clicked the "Accept" button.
~*~
The party was held at a bar not too far from the office. One of my officemates managed to book the whole thing for us. I held up my ID to the security guard by the entrance, and he let me in.
The party had just begun. Like all office Christmas parties the new employees were required to perform for the regulars, and I had come just in time for them to perform. I looked around for a table I could join and found one office friend waving to me. Their location was in a booth at the back which was not too far from the bathroom. I walked towards them.
She was at awe. "Wow. You actually came, and dressed up for once!"
Pointing that fact out made me feel horribly embarrassed, and I'm sure my cheeks were tinged pink. The dress code required to come in semi-formal, and I didn't want to be a kill-joy for anyone. I found a blue cocktail dress stowed away in my closet which magically fit and black pumps that I bought just because they were beautiful but never thought of wearing them until now. They didn't hurt as much yet but I knew later on I would be sitting pretty for the rest of the evening.
"Yeah...well...this will be the last time you'll see me like this." I half-joked as I sat next to her. There was a basket of nachos covered in cheese and grilled beef. I gladly helped myself to some.
"So what made you decide to come this year?" She asked me, her voice trying to be heard through the music blaring from the speakers at the corner.
"Ugh. He begged me to come." I yelled between bites.
"Who?"
"Vincent."
She laughed and nudged me in the gut with her elbow. "Oooh maybe he has the hots for you!"
I wish.
"Tsk tsk. Such a vixen. You already have the ladies in your midst, and now you have this." Another officemate teased, dripping with sarcasm.
I laughed. This was referring to an old instance where a girl actually thought I was gay and asked me out. Flattered but not interested, I had to deny the invitation but word had spread and it became a joke. The girl in question was not offended and we had become good friends in the office. I could see her somewhere up front watching the new employees.
"I knoooow. Christmas will definitely be anything but cold with all this love." We all laughed.
We turned our attention to the performance, laughing and cheering at them. The new employees were making us laugh as they were dancing to Katy Perry's "California Girls", given that the current dancers were all guys. I could only imagine how difficult it was to find the guts to do this.
After the performance was when Vincent chose to go to our table, asking if there was space in our booth. The booth could handle at least 5 people, and there were currently 3 of us who allocated it. We nodded, and he chose to sit next to me. From months of mastery hiding my delight from this turned out to be second nature.
He smiled at me. "You came!" He yelled through the music.
After the performance was when Vincent chose to go to our table, asking if there was space in our booth. The booth could handle at least 5 people, and there were currently 3 of us who allocated it. We nodded, and he chose to sit next to me. From months of mastery hiding my delight from this turned out to be second nature.
He smiled at me. "You came!" He yelled through the music.
I turned to him to get a look of what he was wearing. He wore a black long sleeved-polo that was partly unopened, leaving a peek at his chest. To match his polo were a pair of beige pants. It was fairly casual but he the way he held himself made it look like he may as well have been in a suit.
I smiled back, a little forcefully. "You didn't give me a choice."
"It's like a Christmas miracle." One of my officemates interrupted. "We heard it was YOUR fault. Haha, you naughty boy!"
"You lured the holiday shut-in! And got her to dress up to boot! What sorcery is this?! " Another joked.
He ignored that statement and just shook his head.
Kiss me in the dark tonight...
He eyes were downcast, but I could already infer from the silence it meant yes.
He lifted up my chin so I could look up at him. I could see a small smile forming.
"All yours."
He kissed me again, and my lust took over for the rest of the night.
~*~
The rays of the sun from the window woke me up the next day. I mentally cursed the light, distracting me from a dream where Vincent was cuddling with me in bed. But once I opened my eyes there was no going back.
My body ached. I sat up and rubbed the sleep off my eyes and wondered what time it was. Something felt different than usual.
When my vision had cleared I saw that I wasn't on my bed. Also, I was completely naked.
Oh God...
FUCK!
Last night's adventure all came back to me, and I could feel the blood rushing towards my face.
OHSHITTHISWASN'TADREAMIACTUALLYHADSEXOHFUCKING...
I was startled when the bathroom door next to the bed opened and he came out, halfway dressed. I looked away, trying to ignore his upper torso. He had a lithe figure, not too skinny like those emo teenager boys and didn't have too much muscle that could be a turn-off.
"Mornin'." He said.
I mumbled the same in reply, making sure I was being covered by the sheets. From what I could see based on the pathway from the door to the bed it looked like we were in quite a hurry. I looked under the sheets to find my underwear all crumpled. I tried to slip them on from under the sheets. It was of course a tricky task, and he already picked up what I was doing.
He chuckled. "You don't have to hide; I saw them. I DID take them off after all."
I looked away, my face flushed. From a glance I saw him pick up his polo from the floor and place it back on, buttoning from the bottom to the top.
I found my bra on the floor near my side of the bed and leaned to pick it up. "What time is it?"
"About 10:30."
I snapped my face to his direction, aghast. "Your wife..."
"She's out of town and won't be home until later in the afternoon." He picked up my dress near the door and threw it to me. After putting on the rest of my underwear I got out of the bed to slip the dress back on.
"How are your bruises?" He asked.
The dress dropped to my ankles just when I was halfway done. "My what?"
I quickly went to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. Lo and behold there was a dark blue mark appearing on the area between my neck and shoulder. I could see another bruise forming somewhere on my stomach. I smacked my palm to my face in exasperation.
"Oh dear God" I said out loud.
"Er...am sorry."
"It's fine. A few days with an icepack and it will be gone before Christmas. But did you REALLY have to bite that hard?"
He now stood behind me and kissed the bruise. "Couldn't help it."
I sighed, and I remembered how the bruises got there in the first place. "Vincent...we should be going soon."
He moved away, and my heart sank a little. "You're right. I'll get us a cab and I'll take you home."
I turned around, my hand subconsciously covering the bruise. "So...how was it? This..."
"The sex?" His lips coiled into a smirk. "Pretty good. I can see you had A LOT bottled up."
Rolling my eyes, I went back to putting my dress on. "Thanks, I guess."
How was I taking it all so calmly, I wasn't so sure. Something tells me later on I'll be curling in my bed drowning myself in guilt but for now I was just taking it all in.
When both of us were dressed up, we stood by the door to the hallway having yet to open it.
"This...this never happened." He muttered.
"I won't say anything if you won't." I replied. I was sad of course, but it's not like I expected anything to come out from this.
"If it's worth anything, I didn't just do it for the sex..." He said sheepishly. "I really...do like you..but..."
I sighed, slightly miffed. "I know. I know. "
Something got my attention from above so my eyes looked up. It was a mistletoe. I didn't notice it that night. Huh.
His eyes followed to where I was looking and chuckled nervously. "Hehe, technically we did more than that though...so...um..."
There was an awkward silence for a moment or two. After that night, having any reservations seemed silly. So I decided to make the move this time around.
"Ah what the heck. Merry Christmas Vincent" I whispered before I gave him one last kiss.
"Merry Christmas" he whispered back.
~*~
Christmas Day
I woke up to the television playing 'Love, Actually.' Ignoring it, I checked my clock on my bedside table. It was 10am on Christmas day. I sat up to stretch my arms before I got out of bed to find something in the fridge for breakfast. I decided to settle for a bowl of cereal.
When I sat down to eat it on my dining table I realized my laptop was on, and I had left Facebook open. My Facebook stream was full of greetings from all my friends. One particular Facebook status caught my mind though.
It was his wife.
"Christmas is all about spending time with those you love, and that's what I will do. On my way to the airport to spend the Christmas vacation with my husband! I love you Vincent!"
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, and then I shut my laptop and went back to my breakfast.
Christmas means a lot of things for others. For others it means spending time with family and friends. For others it's a second Valentine's Day to use gifts as a way to make time for others.
For me it meant no work, no officemates, and no Vincent.
And that was all I needed...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
The title of this post when translated is "I would like to be yours, even for just a moment." I found this translation somewhere on Tumblr while I was writing this and I just figured it would be apt. I really couldn't think of a decent title.
I made some changes since it seemed a little off for me but most of the original work is intact.
Merry Christmas everyone!
I smiled back, a little forcefully. "You didn't give me a choice."
To this he frowned. "Not really. You didn't come to any of the parties so I figured in the spirit of Christmas..."
"It's like a Christmas miracle." One of my officemates interrupted. "We heard it was YOUR fault. Haha, you naughty boy!"
"You lured the holiday shut-in! And got her to dress up to boot! What sorcery is this?! " Another joked.
He ignored that statement and just shook his head.
Please change the subject. I really don't want to think my crush has the hots for me. I don't need false hope, I thought, eating like there was no tomorrow. He looked me over and gave a smug look.
"So you DO have dresses." He joked."Borrowed it from your girlfriend?"
I nudged him in the stomach. "Very funny. You better take a photo. It might earn you some money." I teased back.
I nudged him in the stomach. "Very funny. You better take a photo. It might earn you some money." I teased back.
"Haha maybe I should, but I'd rather keep the photo to myself." He winked.
I raised an eyebrow, but my I could feel my stomach doing somersaults. I immediately called the nearest waiter to ask for beer.
~*~
Once the new employees were done performing, the real party began. The lights dimmed and people were dancing on the dance floor near the stage. There were spotlights of red, yellow and green moving around, giving the disco feel to it. Whoever wasn't on the dance floor was working their way there.
I watched them dance, smiling. We could finally have a break and it was time to celebrate. I suppose the alcohol people took prior was also a factor in the spark.
Once the new employees were done performing, the real party began. The lights dimmed and people were dancing on the dance floor near the stage. There were spotlights of red, yellow and green moving around, giving the disco feel to it. Whoever wasn't on the dance floor was working their way there.
I watched them dance, smiling. We could finally have a break and it was time to celebrate. I suppose the alcohol people took prior was also a factor in the spark.
I nearly finished my beer in one chug. I was considering getting another one.
Vincent was part of the people on the dance floor, jumping around and cheering. He could dance well enough and his energy was amusing to observe. He was trying to get the more reserved folks to join the dance floor, and he had done so with ease. My guess was nobody could say no to that smile.
He spotted me from a distance and waved me to come over, but I only shook my head. He took it as his cue to walk towards me and pull my hand. I normally would fight back but the only running thought in my head was God he is holding my hand! There was a battle in my head between pulling away or just giving in to my rotten luck. I ended up choosing the latter. My beer bottle was left in one of the vacant tables as I sprinted to the dance floor.
When we joined the crowd he and I danced in front of each other. A remix of Rihanna's "We found Love" was blasting and I was attempting to move to the beat by moving my hips and swaying my arms. The night before I watched a video on how to dance in a bar. Luckily for me the same music was used.
The air conditioner was powerful enough so the heat emanating from the crowd didn't bother me. But what was really getting to me is that with the crowd and my pumps messing with my center of gravity I was way too close to him for me to stay cool. He wasn't moving back, and I tried many times to move a little farther, but I would end up moving back with other people moving their limbs and me dodging them. This happy energy was contagious; I couldn't help but break a smile.
Another song played, and people stood still in confusion given the song was not upbeat. I suppose it was something like Trance music, which I would rarely hear in bars here.
It was then I saw him looking at me with a strange expression, as if there was something he hadn't noticed in me before. I mouthed "What" to ask him if there was a problem, but the expression was plastered on his face.
I've got you surrounded
Put your weapons down tonight
And give me the pieces of your heart
Left out when you call me, all alone.
He had pulled me by the waist a until my chest was an inch from his, eyes still not looking away from mine. I stared at him, eyes wide in surprise. I could feel his breath, and it was getting sharper. I could feel his heart racing, but I could not understand why. Despite that I felt intense amounts of happiness, him being out of character was bothering me very much.
"What are you...?" I managed to whisper.
"That dress...you really look great in it." He muttered.
I didn't hear it the first time and I was about to ask him to repeat it once more but then most of the lights on the ceiling went out, leaving only the spotlights to light the way. There was a mix of gasps and cheers from the others. If it weren't for the spotlights one would think the electricity was cut off.
In the midst of the kerfuffle he pulled me towards him and kissed me.
Tell me the secrets
Now tell me the lies
Is it all that you've fallen to hide
So deep inside
My first reaction was pure surprise, for obvious reasons. The next was disbelief, and I nearly pinched myself to check if I was dreaming.
Vincent was part of the people on the dance floor, jumping around and cheering. He could dance well enough and his energy was amusing to observe. He was trying to get the more reserved folks to join the dance floor, and he had done so with ease. My guess was nobody could say no to that smile.
He spotted me from a distance and waved me to come over, but I only shook my head. He took it as his cue to walk towards me and pull my hand. I normally would fight back but the only running thought in my head was God he is holding my hand! There was a battle in my head between pulling away or just giving in to my rotten luck. I ended up choosing the latter. My beer bottle was left in one of the vacant tables as I sprinted to the dance floor.
When we joined the crowd he and I danced in front of each other. A remix of Rihanna's "We found Love" was blasting and I was attempting to move to the beat by moving my hips and swaying my arms. The night before I watched a video on how to dance in a bar. Luckily for me the same music was used.
The air conditioner was powerful enough so the heat emanating from the crowd didn't bother me. But what was really getting to me is that with the crowd and my pumps messing with my center of gravity I was way too close to him for me to stay cool. He wasn't moving back, and I tried many times to move a little farther, but I would end up moving back with other people moving their limbs and me dodging them. This happy energy was contagious; I couldn't help but break a smile.
Another song played, and people stood still in confusion given the song was not upbeat. I suppose it was something like Trance music, which I would rarely hear in bars here.
It was then I saw him looking at me with a strange expression, as if there was something he hadn't noticed in me before. I mouthed "What" to ask him if there was a problem, but the expression was plastered on his face.
I've got you surrounded
Put your weapons down tonight
And give me the pieces of your heart
Left out when you call me, all alone.
He had pulled me by the waist a until my chest was an inch from his, eyes still not looking away from mine. I stared at him, eyes wide in surprise. I could feel his breath, and it was getting sharper. I could feel his heart racing, but I could not understand why. Despite that I felt intense amounts of happiness, him being out of character was bothering me very much.
"What are you...?" I managed to whisper.
"That dress...you really look great in it." He muttered.
I didn't hear it the first time and I was about to ask him to repeat it once more but then most of the lights on the ceiling went out, leaving only the spotlights to light the way. There was a mix of gasps and cheers from the others. If it weren't for the spotlights one would think the electricity was cut off.
In the midst of the kerfuffle he pulled me towards him and kissed me.
Tell me the secrets
Now tell me the lies
Is it all that you've fallen to hide
So deep inside
My first reaction was pure surprise, for obvious reasons. The next was disbelief, and I nearly pinched myself to check if I was dreaming.
Before I even thought of kissing back (much to my desire) I pulled myself away slowly and the red spotlight passed through us, giving me a glimpse of his expression, thinking that maybe it could have been the alcohol. He was sober.
I checked his hands, and found what I was looking for: his wedding band was still on.
I had wished this was a nightmare, but I wasn't waking up.
Kiss me in the dark tonight...
My brain was trying to get my lips to say something, but it was as if it had shut down and forcing itself to restart. I suppose I was thankful he was holding me closely for my legs had turned to jelly and I could no longer balance myself on those darn shoes. I was also thankful it was dark, because my face was probably as red as Rudolf's nose.
I checked his hands, and found what I was looking for: his wedding band was still on.
I had wished this was a nightmare, but I wasn't waking up.
Kiss me in the dark tonight...
My brain was trying to get my lips to say something, but it was as if it had shut down and forcing itself to restart. I suppose I was thankful he was holding me closely for my legs had turned to jelly and I could no longer balance myself on those darn shoes. I was also thankful it was dark, because my face was probably as red as Rudolf's nose.
His eyes became softer after he kissed me.
"You okay?" He muttered softly in my ear. He sounded worried.
"You okay?" He muttered softly in my ear. He sounded worried.
I looked around to see if anyone saw us. It was too dark to see anyone, so I took it as a good sign. People were trying to get a feel of the song, but every now and then I heard others requesting something more loud.
He didn't wait for me to reply regarding my condition. While everyone was busy dancing or requesting a new song he helped me stand properly and took me somewhere in the back. We found a table in the corner that was a blind-spot to the spotlights and we sat down. I managed to get a bottle of beer on the way; God knows I needed more than that.
Kiss me in the dark tonight...
We sat across each other and we were silent for a few moments. From how I understood the situation he was waiting for me to say something, although I wasn't sure what he wanted me to say.
I drank more beer. His hands were clasped together on the table and he kept looking at them.
I wanted to ignore it, but the wedding band seemed to glint without any help from a light source. It pained me to say what I said next.
I drank more beer. His hands were clasped together on the table and he kept looking at them.
I wanted to ignore it, but the wedding band seemed to glint without any help from a light source. It pained me to say what I said next.
"You're married." I said softly. The word itself made my throat feel itchy.
I could hardly see Vincent's face, but he seemed at a loss. "I know."
"A happy one at that" I added wistfully.
He eyes were downcast, but I could already infer from the silence it meant yes.
To this, I drank another chug of beer. I may have took it in a little fast because I was starting to feel a little heady. "So what was that? What did that mean?"
He sighed. "It meant...that...I wanted to kiss you."
I wasn't sure if I heard that right. "You wanted to kiss me?"
He said nothing and fiddled with his hands again. It felt like the wind was knocked right out of me, because in that moment I really wasn't sure what to say, and he knew it.
I wasn't sure if I heard that right. "You wanted to kiss me?"
He said nothing and fiddled with his hands again. It felt like the wind was knocked right out of me, because in that moment I really wasn't sure what to say, and he knew it.
He took one of my hands and squeezed it. "I'm sorry. I've been acting weird lately. I get this...weird feeling when am with you nowadays. I don't know if it's because you've been closing yourself off lately and I just..I just wanted to get you out of your shell. And then you come here in THAT dress and suddenly... "
He let the words trail off, and he groaned in frustration.
He squeezed one of my hands this time. "Am so sorry. I didn't mean to harass you. You're right; I'm married. I know this is a stupid thing to ask for, but can we pretend this never happened? I don't want to cause any tension between us due to this crush."
"There already IS tension between us..." I replied, sighing. The last thing I didn't have much courage to say, so I ended up mumbling it. "Amazingly, a mutual one"
"Excuse me?"
Suddenly all that courage disappeared. "Nothing."
He squeezed my hand again. "Mutual?" He repeated.
Damn his good hearing. My eyes turned away, trying to find something interesting. "It's nothing.."
"Natalie..."
He was pleading, and because he used my actual name I felt this was...very significant.
I slowly turned to look into his eyes. My eyes had fairly adjusted to the darkness I could see the pleading look I saw yesterday was back.
Aw crap, like I could say no.
"If you must know, I like you too." I decided to act like it was nothing by adding a haughty remark. "Although unlike you I can control my feelings "
He leaned forward, and his face looked doubtful. "Oh can you?"
"Hey, am not the holiday shut-in for nothing. Shutting in is apparently my specialty."
"Good point. Well then....how about you open up...tonight...?"
It only took a moment to interpret that sentence. I stared at him incredulously. "You cannot be serious..."
His game face was on. "Am very serious..."
I thought he was bluffing. "Right. Prove it."
Without another word he pulled me out of the bar. I managed to turn my head to see if anyone was watching us, but people were busy having a good time to notice. Even my companions at the booth were already getting tipsy and hyper.
"Where are we going?!" I yelled.
He didn't answer. He called for a taxi by the sidewalk and ushered me inside. It only made sense when he gave the driver instructions.
My eyes widened in surprise upon hearing our destination. "We're going..."
"Oh yes...yes we are..." He had this mischievous grin on his face. He wasn't bluffing.
"Vincent...we can't do this...I don't know about you but I can't.."
I was cut short when he pulled me to his lap and I felt his hard on immediately.
"You asked me to prove it." He muttered. It was then I felt a hand slip under my skirt and his fingers pressed down in my nether regions. I couldn't help but let out a moan.
"Oi, if you're going to do the funny business you better wait until we get to your stop. Kapish?" The taxi driver said, a little irritated.
He gave his most charming smile. "Yes sir."
I spanked his wrist lightly so he would pull out but I kept my place on his lap. Normally I would have returned to my seat on the other end of the car but he nuzzled his face somewhere between my neck and shoulder and his arm was wrapped around my waist. Also, the fact that he was turned on was arousing me as well and my mind was flashing so many dirty thoughts into my imagination.
Just to get back on him I would shift my weight every now and then rubbing on his hard-on to see him inhale sharply and control his urges. Despite this, he kept his word that he would do nothing 'til we arrived. I smiled at him sweetly the whole time while he in turn gave me the look that meant I was going to get it.
Bring it on.
~*~
Upon arriving my hormones were on fire and all I wanted to do get Vincent to the nearest bed.
When we arrived inside the room, the consequences of what we were doing came to mind and I suddenly got cold feet.
He was already walking to the bed. When he realized I didn't follow he turned around to face me. I think he could already see the anxiety in my face.
"I know...this is crazy...but this is just one night of getting our urges out of the way. After this, we can move on. But tonight...you and I are not bound by anything." Step by step he inched towards me, until my back was leaning on the door.
"Tonight...I'm a single man...and there's no stopping me." He whispered.
He was breathing down my neck and it was driving me insane. When he placed his left hand on my arm I noticed that his wedding ring was gone.
"Vincent..."
His breathing was tickling my ear. One of his hands placed itself behind my back.
"Do you want me?" He whispered, our foreheads now touching each other.
He let the words trail off, and he groaned in frustration.
He squeezed one of my hands this time. "Am so sorry. I didn't mean to harass you. You're right; I'm married. I know this is a stupid thing to ask for, but can we pretend this never happened? I don't want to cause any tension between us due to this crush."
"There already IS tension between us..." I replied, sighing. The last thing I didn't have much courage to say, so I ended up mumbling it. "Amazingly, a mutual one"
"Excuse me?"
Suddenly all that courage disappeared. "Nothing."
He squeezed my hand again. "Mutual?" He repeated.
Damn his good hearing. My eyes turned away, trying to find something interesting. "It's nothing.."
"Natalie..."
He was pleading, and because he used my actual name I felt this was...very significant.
I slowly turned to look into his eyes. My eyes had fairly adjusted to the darkness I could see the pleading look I saw yesterday was back.
Aw crap, like I could say no.
"If you must know, I like you too." I decided to act like it was nothing by adding a haughty remark. "Although unlike you I can control my feelings "
He leaned forward, and his face looked doubtful. "Oh can you?"
"Hey, am not the holiday shut-in for nothing. Shutting in is apparently my specialty."
"Good point. Well then....how about you open up...tonight...?"
It only took a moment to interpret that sentence. I stared at him incredulously. "You cannot be serious..."
His game face was on. "Am very serious..."
I thought he was bluffing. "Right. Prove it."
Without another word he pulled me out of the bar. I managed to turn my head to see if anyone was watching us, but people were busy having a good time to notice. Even my companions at the booth were already getting tipsy and hyper.
"Where are we going?!" I yelled.
He didn't answer. He called for a taxi by the sidewalk and ushered me inside. It only made sense when he gave the driver instructions.
My eyes widened in surprise upon hearing our destination. "We're going..."
"Oh yes...yes we are..." He had this mischievous grin on his face. He wasn't bluffing.
"Vincent...we can't do this...I don't know about you but I can't.."
I was cut short when he pulled me to his lap and I felt his hard on immediately.
"You asked me to prove it." He muttered. It was then I felt a hand slip under my skirt and his fingers pressed down in my nether regions. I couldn't help but let out a moan.
"Oi, if you're going to do the funny business you better wait until we get to your stop. Kapish?" The taxi driver said, a little irritated.
He gave his most charming smile. "Yes sir."
I spanked his wrist lightly so he would pull out but I kept my place on his lap. Normally I would have returned to my seat on the other end of the car but he nuzzled his face somewhere between my neck and shoulder and his arm was wrapped around my waist. Also, the fact that he was turned on was arousing me as well and my mind was flashing so many dirty thoughts into my imagination.
Just to get back on him I would shift my weight every now and then rubbing on his hard-on to see him inhale sharply and control his urges. Despite this, he kept his word that he would do nothing 'til we arrived. I smiled at him sweetly the whole time while he in turn gave me the look that meant I was going to get it.
Bring it on.
~*~
Upon arriving my hormones were on fire and all I wanted to do get Vincent to the nearest bed.
When we arrived inside the room, the consequences of what we were doing came to mind and I suddenly got cold feet.
He was already walking to the bed. When he realized I didn't follow he turned around to face me. I think he could already see the anxiety in my face.
"I know...this is crazy...but this is just one night of getting our urges out of the way. After this, we can move on. But tonight...you and I are not bound by anything." Step by step he inched towards me, until my back was leaning on the door.
"Tonight...I'm a single man...and there's no stopping me." He whispered.
He was breathing down my neck and it was driving me insane. When he placed his left hand on my arm I noticed that his wedding ring was gone.
"Vincent..."
His breathing was tickling my ear. One of his hands placed itself behind my back.
"Do you want me?" He whispered, our foreheads now touching each other.
I bit my lip. "Yes...yes I do."
He lifted up my chin so I could look up at him. I could see a small smile forming.
"All yours."
He kissed me again, and my lust took over for the rest of the night.
~*~
The rays of the sun from the window woke me up the next day. I mentally cursed the light, distracting me from a dream where Vincent was cuddling with me in bed. But once I opened my eyes there was no going back.
My body ached. I sat up and rubbed the sleep off my eyes and wondered what time it was. Something felt different than usual.
When my vision had cleared I saw that I wasn't on my bed. Also, I was completely naked.
Oh God...
FUCK!
Last night's adventure all came back to me, and I could feel the blood rushing towards my face.
OHSHITTHISWASN'TADREAMIACTUALLYHADSEXOHFUCKING...
I was startled when the bathroom door next to the bed opened and he came out, halfway dressed. I looked away, trying to ignore his upper torso. He had a lithe figure, not too skinny like those emo teenager boys and didn't have too much muscle that could be a turn-off.
"Mornin'." He said.
I mumbled the same in reply, making sure I was being covered by the sheets. From what I could see based on the pathway from the door to the bed it looked like we were in quite a hurry. I looked under the sheets to find my underwear all crumpled. I tried to slip them on from under the sheets. It was of course a tricky task, and he already picked up what I was doing.
He chuckled. "You don't have to hide; I saw them. I DID take them off after all."
I looked away, my face flushed. From a glance I saw him pick up his polo from the floor and place it back on, buttoning from the bottom to the top.
I found my bra on the floor near my side of the bed and leaned to pick it up. "What time is it?"
"About 10:30."
I snapped my face to his direction, aghast. "Your wife..."
"She's out of town and won't be home until later in the afternoon." He picked up my dress near the door and threw it to me. After putting on the rest of my underwear I got out of the bed to slip the dress back on.
"How are your bruises?" He asked.
The dress dropped to my ankles just when I was halfway done. "My what?"
I quickly went to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. Lo and behold there was a dark blue mark appearing on the area between my neck and shoulder. I could see another bruise forming somewhere on my stomach. I smacked my palm to my face in exasperation.
"Oh dear God" I said out loud.
"Er...am sorry."
"It's fine. A few days with an icepack and it will be gone before Christmas. But did you REALLY have to bite that hard?"
He now stood behind me and kissed the bruise. "Couldn't help it."
I sighed, and I remembered how the bruises got there in the first place. "Vincent...we should be going soon."
He moved away, and my heart sank a little. "You're right. I'll get us a cab and I'll take you home."
I turned around, my hand subconsciously covering the bruise. "So...how was it? This..."
"The sex?" His lips coiled into a smirk. "Pretty good. I can see you had A LOT bottled up."
Rolling my eyes, I went back to putting my dress on. "Thanks, I guess."
How was I taking it all so calmly, I wasn't so sure. Something tells me later on I'll be curling in my bed drowning myself in guilt but for now I was just taking it all in.
When both of us were dressed up, we stood by the door to the hallway having yet to open it.
"This...this never happened." He muttered.
"I won't say anything if you won't." I replied. I was sad of course, but it's not like I expected anything to come out from this.
"If it's worth anything, I didn't just do it for the sex..." He said sheepishly. "I really...do like you..but..."
I sighed, slightly miffed. "I know. I know. "
Something got my attention from above so my eyes looked up. It was a mistletoe. I didn't notice it that night. Huh.
His eyes followed to where I was looking and chuckled nervously. "Hehe, technically we did more than that though...so...um..."
There was an awkward silence for a moment or two. After that night, having any reservations seemed silly. So I decided to make the move this time around.
"Ah what the heck. Merry Christmas Vincent" I whispered before I gave him one last kiss.
"Merry Christmas" he whispered back.
Christmas Day
I woke up to the television playing 'Love, Actually.' Ignoring it, I checked my clock on my bedside table. It was 10am on Christmas day. I sat up to stretch my arms before I got out of bed to find something in the fridge for breakfast. I decided to settle for a bowl of cereal.
When I sat down to eat it on my dining table I realized my laptop was on, and I had left Facebook open. My Facebook stream was full of greetings from all my friends. One particular Facebook status caught my mind though.
It was his wife.
"Christmas is all about spending time with those you love, and that's what I will do. On my way to the airport to spend the Christmas vacation with my husband! I love you Vincent!"
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, and then I shut my laptop and went back to my breakfast.
Christmas means a lot of things for others. For others it means spending time with family and friends. For others it's a second Valentine's Day to use gifts as a way to make time for others.
For me it meant no work, no officemates, and no Vincent.
And that was all I needed...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
The title of this post when translated is "I would like to be yours, even for just a moment." I found this translation somewhere on Tumblr while I was writing this and I just figured it would be apt. I really couldn't think of a decent title.
I made some changes since it seemed a little off for me but most of the original work is intact.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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