If Walls Could Speak

To be so willing, it ignited her. She wasn't quite sure how it would be with a less willing male. If she would want to win them over or take them by force. A funny thought, though not one that was on her mind at this very moment of course. She loved the way he looked back at her, even if he was stuck in another place in his mind. She probably meant nothing to him, and she was okay with that. She'd be fine walking away and never seeing this young man again too. She was just happy to fill the void for the moment. Fall back on something she knew she could do well. She could say the same for him.

It was like he knew how to touch her, grab her, it wasn't his first rodeo. Easy to tell. She responded in the way her body moved and the way her breath fell off her tongue. Enticing him to believe everything he did was right, which it was. Every place they were connected tingled with sensations that she felt like she'd never experienced before, but that was far from the truth. Just the ways of good lovers and the stint of time between each one.

She met him with the same force and movement that he asked for, finding a steady rhythm as they moved far past common pleasantries and straight into animalistic desires for each other if only physical. Fia's eyes closed as she experienced every bit of moment in a euphoric level, fluttering open to see his owned darkened expression back at her. She'd let the waves crash over them naturally before she was piercing both her feline claws into his shoulders and pulling to roll them over so he had his advantage on top of her, almost effortlessly without disconnecting. A lusted gaze without word hoping he would get the hint to have his way with her, to find his blissful end. And then perhaps... they could know each other's names before going their separate ways. Chances of meeting again weren't non-existent being neighbors. But she knew she'd never go out seeking the boy again. She hadn't had the desire for anyone else.

"Fiametta"