He nervously placed his glass of wine on the table and cleared his throat. He hadn't expected this evening to be so awkward and after a quick glance at his old friend sitting beside him, he could tell she hadn't either.
This awkwardness was new for both of them. In the past they had shared each other's company easily, without effort or social strategy. But that had been back when their paths had regularly intertwined, when they'd been able to anticipate each expression, each joke, each social cue being flung back and forth between them. But a lot of time had flown by, and it had taken their ability to quickly snap back into their old rhythm in its winds. It hadn't disappeared, it just took a little longer.
He picked up the wine once more and took a sip awkwardly, his eyes focusing on the rim in an effort not to meet her gaze which he felt was now on him for fear that if he did, the evening would progress, the way it inevitably did and that, in turn, would mean it would soon be over.
As he placed his glass back down on the table he smiled to himself. He felt her hand on his arm and he knew in that instant that she was feeling the same way.
Suddenly, like a rubber band stiffening under its own tension only to release and fall limp, the awkwardness between them shattered, breaking apart the fears and doubts they'd brought with them and allowing them to settle into their easy pattern.
He opened his mouth to speak and turned to her, allowing his gaze to settle on hers at last. It only took one look to realise no words were needed. There was no point. They both knew and understood the situation. He was leaving. Leaving in an attempt to find a new place in the world. And while he had no doubt he would see her again, he knew it might never be the same.
His right hand fell to his side, landing palm down on the sofa they were sitting on. He felt a jolt of electricity as the tip of his little finger made contact with her thumb.
It had been his idea to spend this last night together, hoping the nostalgia they shared would help to comfort him and dampen his fears. And while that would be enough, a part of him hoped for a long forgotten passion to be rekindled, perhaps to prove to himself that that passion had once existed at all. He knew it wouldn't help him leave but he'd long ago realised desire had a habit of overriding logic. If the night ended that way, it would hurt him. But that hasn't stopped either of them before. And this time, that desire had been fuelled further by his inability to get the idea out of his head, the intrusive images permeating his mind on a regular basis; all the things he wanted to do to her, the things he wanted her to do to him.
He knew that if he was going to make a move, the window of opportunity was closing. She raised her eyebrows at him, her face studying his. He chuckled softly, grinning when he heard her chuckle in response.
He felt her hand slide on top of his and let his index finger stretch out and gently stroke her thigh. The sensation of flesh on flesh, however slight, was too much. Without another moment's thought, he twisted toward her and in one move, brought his free hand to the back of her head and pulled her towards him, his lips crashing against hers with a force that took her by surprise. He pulled away and looked at her once more, his hand still at the back of her head, his other hand freeing itself from hers to find its way to her shoulder. An unspoken dialogue passed between them, their years of friendship saying everything for them, their sexual history informing them of what was about to pass.
Leaning forward, he kissed her again, opening his mouth but not giving her his tongue. His eyes were fixed on hers, the intensity of her gaze in return was familiar, and filled with lust. His eyes remained locked on hers as his newly liberated hand slid from her shoulder, to her breast, gliding over it before letting his thumb slowly graze across her nipple as he simultaneously pushed his tongue against hers, welcoming her small moan in response.
As their eyes closed and their kiss grew deeper, he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap, his lips falling from hers to her neck, his tongue tracing down slowly between moans as she eagerly ground her hips into him, pressing herself against his growing hardness. His mouth continued to travel downwards, it's desperation for her becoming clear when it finally enveloped a nipple through her dress. Her head fell back as she relished the sensation, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Reluctantly pulling his mouth from her, he reached up and slowly began to pull the straps of her dress down, battling between desperately wanting to look at her body, to touch her and wanting to prelong the moment, knowing each touch, each caress brought them a step closer to the end of the evening.
Peeling her dress down, uncovering the body he hadn't seen in so long, his mouth quickly returned, his tongue teasing one nipple, while the other received the attention of his thumb and forefinger. She groaned, grinning down at him before reaching down to pull his shirt off, head leaning down, moaning into his ear. His happy hands fell to her ass, caressing and squeezing it, provoking his own moans. He could feel the movement of her hips getting faster, as his shirt went flying across the room and was surprised when she slowly began to stop and leant over to kiss him. His surprise was short lived as he felt her lips begin to trail down his neck, his shoulder, his chest, stopping to give a playful lick to one nipple before continuing down, her hand now manoeuvring itself to rub his now fully hard cock through his trousers.
