Flicker of Inspiration #52: Speed Writing

"No...no...no...please don't..." I pleaded with my eyes and he leaned into me. It was no use-his were already closed, his lips parted slightly as they met mine.

He tasted like beer and sweat.

"If I keep my eyes open, it won't count..." I thought as I tried to resist, but as he moved his hands-one cradling my head, one resting on the small of my back- I couldn't any longer.

My eyes closed and I fell into him.

Minutes had passed when they opened again, but for all I knew it could have been days, months, years. I lost track of everything and it took me a few minutes to get my bearings again. I opened my eyes to find him in front of me, staring at me, his mouth cocked in a half smile that, under normal circumstances, would infuriate me. But now, knowing that his mouth had just been on mine and with the amount of adrenaline coursing through me, just made me smile back.

"I'm sorry," he started, a small accent I'd never heard before coming through, "I know I shouldn't have done that. I just couldn't help myself... you just look so..."

"Don't worry about it," I said, cutting him off. I was afraid if I heard the end of that sentence I may actually explode from embarrassment, or anxiety, or hormones, or some combination of all three.

"Maybe we should get back?" I asked.

"Ok," he said, looked a little disappointed."

I turned to leave but he reached out and grabbed my hand, spinning me back into his arms before I knew what was happening. In a split second, his lips were on mine again and my eyes closed without a fight this time-falling into the moment, into him.

The sweet taste of sweat and beer still lingered on my tongue when he finally released me.

This post is in response to a prompt at The Lightning and The Lightning Bug - Flicker of Inspiration #52: Speed Writing

Flicker of Inspiration #45: Short and Sweet

Sweet smells wafted out of the kitchen window, mixing with the sounds of birds chirping and the leaves blowing in the breeze. She was back home for the first time in years, but it didn't feel real until she smelled the bread baking. Sitting at the picnic table behind the house, letting everything sink in - she was instantly transported 20 years in time. She was 7, running through the yard, back and forth as the sun shone down, illuminating her golden blonde hair, the same sweet smells of yeast and flour filling the air.

The same sun was shining now, the long golden locks replaced by short brunette, and the yard, which seemed miles long years ago, was suffocatingly small.

She left two days after her 18th birthday, staying only long enough to sleep off her hangover before packing her car till near explosion and driving west, with no real destination in mind. She did the same thing every few months, only ever staying long enough for a broken heart - either hers, or some one elses.

Get a job, fall in love, leave - wash, rinse, repeat.

With a sigh, she heaved herself off of the bench and made her way back inside. There were boxes to unpack, rooms to clean, but it took all of her energy to just open the screen door.

Her whole adult life she had never been anywhere longer than six months. Her heart was broken in a different way this time - instead of forcing her out, it brought her back. The door creaked open, and the smells got stronger. Her heart was heavy as she realized, this visit, if you could even call it that, wouldn't be nearly as short.

This post is inspired by a prompt at The Lightning and the Lightning Bug- Flicker of Inspiration #45: Short and Sweet. Start your piece with either the word "short" or the word "sweet" and ending it with the word you didn't start with.

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #42: Killer First Line

The car finally came to a stop on its side in a ditch, it's contents piling up against the passenger side doors, it's passenger hanging precariously, held in place by their seat-belts.

"Well...What are we going to do now?" she asked quietly. They were alone, on a deserted back road. So far away from the city that normally the stars would be glowing, but tonight it was threatening rain and the only light was coming from their headlights, cutting through the gathering fog.

"I. Don't. Know." He whispered, catching his breath in between each word.

This post is in response to a prompt at The Lightning and The Lightning Bug- Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #42: Killer First Line