His hands are around her waist before there's time for her to reconsider, and the closing of his apartment door behind them only solidifies her place there: chest pressed flush to his, their mouths both open and accepting of one another, exchanging wet secrets that stopped being secrets a long time ago. He feels firm beneath her slender hands, but as his whiskey-tainted lips leave her gasping, she questions their tangibility. Feels her nails digging into his skin, burrowing, looking for that break through that would finally ground her, would finally bring her back to life.
Perhaps it's the loneliness that drives her to do these things.
(What things, you ask? As if you cannot tell by the emptiness behind her eyes; by the way she swings her hips to the thrum of the music; by the way she smiles at you, but it isn't a happy expression. As if you cannot tell that her heart aches and mind begs for release - release from reality, a chance to slip into that nook just behind your shoulder where nothing feels real - but fuck, then you're falling away again, forgetting the questions you had in the first place, forgetting your own fucking name.)
"I'm sorry," she breathes heavily, breaking away from his lips, shuddering as the nerves inside of her respond to his touch without her mind having to engage at all. "What's your name again?"
Perhaps it's the loneliness that drives her to do these things.
(What things, you ask? As if you cannot tell by the emptiness behind her eyes; by the way she swings her hips to the thrum of the music; by the way she smiles at you, but it isn't a happy expression. As if you cannot tell that her heart aches and mind begs for release - release from reality, a chance to slip into that nook just behind your shoulder where nothing feels real - but fuck, then you're falling away again, forgetting the questions you had in the first place, forgetting your own fucking name.)
"I'm sorry," she breathes heavily, breaking away from his lips, shuddering as the nerves inside of her respond to his touch without her mind having to engage at all. "What's your name again?"