Eliza was pretty sure that driving lessons did not include driving on the sidewalk—but where she was with Adrien, in the little nook on the sidewalk where they had tucked into…that nook was the only reason why they were not hit by an out of control car that eventually crashed into a fully glass storefront just down the street.
Adrien pulled her to him. She was startled as she looked up at him and he kissed her temple. Among the chaos at the scene, they walked away. But she kept looking back at the smoking car, and the frantic people running around them on the New York street.
For a moment, she wondered if it had been intentional, the crash, because sadly that was the kind of world that we now lived in.
She was thankful to be able to walk away.
With Adrien.
In his hotel room, he opened his extensive mini bar and opened a small mini of what she was not even sure. She drank it like a shot, her hands were still shaking a lot. When she put the glass down, Adrien pulled her close to him. Kissing her temple over and over again.
“You’re safe…” he said alternately in English and French.
Eliza looked at him with purpose, she did not want to think about the accident, she was not sure that it was intentional. She leaned into him, and kissed him. Adrien’s purpose changed, as his hand slipped between her legs.
She was still wet he would discover, from before when they had been kissing and now. The wild excitement from the accident, it had that weird effect too very possibly…
Suddenly, well not so suddenly, probably more urgently, she wanted Adrien to make her forget about the sudden crash and the smoking car. Frantic people running…
He pulled up her skirt without finesse—she did not desire finesse. He slipped his finger into her, and she could hear the clicking of her own wetness as he did. She unbuttoned her blouse, and stopped to kiss him, chew on his lower lip and lick the hair just below it. When they stopped kissing, his eyes were smoldering which she was sure mirrored hers.
At that moment she was not sure there was any difference from that smoking car they left on the sidewalk…and them…
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Indeed, it’s sad that this is the world we live in, but then again, life goes on and that is what Eliza and Adrien are doing: living.
Rebel xox
so true, but sometimes the world affects our art…but that is the process of LIVING!!!
Crikey that got steamy fast! (yay!) Loved this: “He slipped his finger into her, and she could hear the clicking of her own wetness as he did.” very vivid!
thank you! i just out this post up for elust—hope everyone likes it like you did! xxx