Into The Thick Of It

Keanu crushed me to him,returning the urgency of my kiss.His mouth was rough and demanding,his grip on me fiercely possessive,uncaring of my comfort.Eyes closed,one hand entangled in his hair,I basked in this bit of depravity,the taste of dirt and desperation,giving back as good as I got.

We pulled apart,finally,only so we could breathe.

Standing there,looking into eyes that were cloudy with need,at a mouth that was swollen from kissing me,I knew that trying to fight what I felt was pointless.

"We need to talk," he told me decisively,eyes locked with mine,his hold on me unrelenting.

Maybe Ulrik wasn't the only one who could read minds.

I bit my bruised lip and nodded.

"Later," I agreed,resting my palm against his cheek before I eased out of his death grip.

What a marvelous way to die,I thought to myself, blissfully ready to surrender my life to his arms.

Squeeze me baby,squeeze me.