It had been a decision that had just made itself out of necessity. Nothing more than that. There would have been no other way to hide.
There was a deserted half-lit corridor on one side and, on the opposite, just simply some step; steps getting closer and closer seconds by seconds.
There hadn’t even been any way to thought it twice. There hadn’t been the time.
Lisa had grabbed Hugh by his hand, flung the door open, yanked him in, whirl ed round and snapped it back shut behind them. Just like that.
Then, on having twirled again on him, they had head-butted each other so hard that Hugh had instantly reached to her face, holding it in his hands, super concerned as hissing his sorries over and over again. But it had been to much for them both to keep a straight face about it.
They had ended up shushing each other then, taking turns, doubling up, sniggering, being in stitches, chuckling silently, as Lisa chortled lightly against his chest and Hugh softly pressed his lips down on the top of her head, right where he had hit her, both impossibly striving to keep it down as long as that muffled swish outside wouldn’t go away.
Hugh had leaned backwards on the arm of the couch at some point, drawing her after him by her hand. He had placed her right in front of him then, to have a better look. He had lifted a few strands up from her front, delicately while brush ing lightly on it with his fingers, all of that still rubbing his lips together, as she herself tried to stay as much as motionless and quiet as she could, fighting back the giggling.
Then Hugh had told her they’d rather stop it, cause exciting was getting increasingly dangerous - she had coughed another snicker to that, dropping her head down, a smile so wide and bright crippling on her lips to take his breath away. He had no idea how he had managed to keep playing the clown somehow. He suspected it had something to do with those private shows he had mentioned before. but anyway he had told her that dangerous, actually stood for harmful, which was outcome he should have foreseen given she was involved, and knowing her past usual performances, he had trailed sweetly mockingly.
Lisa had cackled with glee to that. More than that. She had just lit up all over, the flush on her face ridiculously appealing to him. Even the objects around her looked like having a glow of their own in that second.
She had tried to hit on his chest with her fist then, and he had seized her by her wrist, grinning a huge smirk. They had twined hands, grappling playfully for a few minutes, laughing while she kept trying to pry herself free, showing him away. He had let go of her in the end, thoroughly run out of breath, still chortling loudly, ‘cause he just simply literally felt dazed by then. Completely and utterly blew over, by everything.
Until their laughs had slowly started to change. The swishing had vanished. There was no sound coming from behind the door anymore; no noise coming to scrape the air far from downstairs. The cream-colored blinds of Lisa’s restroom filtered out the light bathing the room with a honey-like glow.
There was silence then, but one of those silences of an utterly different hue now suddenly enshrouding it all. And it was funny so how things quickly came to a head due to that very same silence, because if someone had asked to any of them they would had said there was a deafening hue and cry instead; but going about within them.
Lisa looked straight at him, breathless and there was something somewhere inside her awakening; something she had sort of managed to keep to dull and hold back, pulling out all the stops she knew about.
But now that very same little something was giving a whole new rhythm to the sound her breathing as she suddenly thought she didn’t really care about it, not in this moment, not anymore - she didn’t even know whether she had ever seriously believed she had in that very same second. She just needed him. She wanted to feel him. She had to be with him.
And somewhere inside her, some part of her - in that very same moment - honestly was thinking she believed that if he had just proven he wanted her just as much, it would mean it might be different somehow, someday.
Just there was to much of this aching compelling sudden urge to be hold right now. And feel him. Feel him all over her once again.
She began shifting herself forward again, closing that little remaining space between them, never leaving his eyes.
It was feeling without precedent: an unwrapping warming shudder flushing up within him, spreading all over his system and then a jolt of burning shooting pain as the picture, he had to pretend to himself had not just flashed through his mind as well, got caught and shut under lock and key inside some remote, dark corner of his mind, however hesitantly Lisa’s fingers would keep on slowly staring to probe at the tips of his shirt collar.
It would just be too wrong, right now. An even bigger mistake than the last time. He could not draw himself away yet. Somewhere, in some remote, dark corner something cried pleadingly to be left out. The way she was grabbing him by the collar, lowering her eyes down at the base of his throat while biting her lips like that, it was mystery how he was managing to not his ears firing bursts.
“You know” she started lowly in a faint whisper, fiddling with the hemline “We still...” she swallowed, lightly “We still have some time...”
She stared up into his eyes then, plainly. Storm grey meeting sea blue. And he found himself wishing he had never kissed her again.
“Yeah...” he breathed in a chocked sigh as his heart hammered painfully into his throat, “A...a..about that...” he swallowed, trying to pull himself upright a little “I...I think, I think we should...” his voice quivered. slightly.
Lisa’s fingers were now delicately brushing down over his collarbone, sending a sudden warmer throughout him.
He closed his eyes shortly, his eyelids slightly trembling “I...I...I mean I think we can go back outside now...they don't...they don’t sound to be still...still...”
“I thought you said it was getting dangerous out there...” she said, simply, very softly under her breath.
His eyes followed the movement of her fingers as they nonchalantly traced their way round to his nape, tickling under the hairline, “Yeah well, I..I...it's not that...”
“Did you change your mind?” she asked.
He frowned, unable to follow her logic as the brushing seemed to have all the intention to stun him “Well, you know” he panted “it’s that...”
But she got on her tiptoes before he could finish. And silenced him pressing her mouth against his. Tenderly.
“...dangerous after all....” he gulped, trailing off against her lips.
She pulled away, her eyes moving swiftly up and down his face, though, feeling like keeping on lingering on his lips, “I still think there's some harm that might be done....after all...” she trailed off in turn.
“Well...I guess, that’s...just...I mean” the little quivering, knowing smile she was smiling at him got him utterly fluttered. And a new rush of heat followed, making him frown “I mean, I guess we could assume that...”
She bit her lips once more and totally launched herself in this time without anything much as any short notice. And he knew it would just be too wrong, right now and an even bigger mistake than the last time, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to break away.
Lisa pressed her lips on his own, very softly all over again at first, holding his head lightly into her hand, stroking under his nape. And it was again the very same feeling of a sweet warmness slowly unwrapping him. But then her mouth opened under his and he didn’t know how come his fingers ended up knotting into her hair and pulling it softly up on the back; or how it happened that he was drawing her head even closer to his, as the kiss grew; or why it felt that she might be trying to take in his very own breathing from the way her tongue moved into his mouth.
He couldn’t breath in fact.
He could not think of course.
He could not even say what he was doing.
He could see nothing but the memory of that silky skin under him. And then the taste of it on his lips as they get soaked with it, once again.
However, Lisa herself had to break away in the end, in silent need to grasping for some air as he still had his fingers in a tangle with hair, twined inside it; messing it up on the back.
It felt like having being flung off back to consciousness for one second again. It felt like torture and yet like a real blessing somehow too.
He slightly shifted to one side, as soon as she went to crush herself forward again, “Why don't we...we go for a stroll or something instead....”
He managed to pull himself finally up for real, and went to take a faltering step backwards. Lisa followed, though, remaining clutched.
Lisa smiled, “I don’t think so...”
Same part of her in its own way was even enjoying going back to this sort of foreplay stuff. But the truth was she had just gone too much with it already and she didn’t know what she was doing any longer. She just knew what she craved.
Hugh moved unsteadily round the couch “You sure?”
“Yeah...” she smirked “Positive...”
“No? Well...ok...Ehm...I might...” he stumbled on the carpet and turned, tumbling backwards a little a bit.
She grabbed him, “Watcha...” she whispered, smiling again.
She reached for the tips of his shirt.
Hugh’s eyes wandered down on her hands. They softly lay on his abdomen this time. “...what....what if I...I...” then they began sneaking in between the shirt buttons. He panicked, “What if I walk you to...to....your.....your...your trailer instead, uhm?” he suggested, reaching gently to make his pushing her hands down looking as if he were just holding her hands.
He just could not do this. Not right know. Not knowing he should have not even get this started.
Lisa raised her eyes at him, though and they were still pale grey, and glittering and large and huge and bright and fuck, he had no idea what the hell his brain was fumbling about, ‘cause of course they would be still grey.
“Don't feel like it really...” she said, shaking her head a little bit.
He took a short deep breath.
“Well, alright then what do you feel like doing?” he asked.
And then this time she smiled a little awkward smile at him, a smile which made him feel funny in the stomach, and made him frown, dazzling him and he only wished he knew way to not have the feeling to be no even so slowly sinking and drawing into that.
“Wh...what?” he stammered.
She sneaked her hands under the hem of his shirt and slid the jersey out of his jeans, still looking smilingly at him.
“Oh...ehm, ok....” he said, catching his breath “...got it...”
She began working her way up to his neck, brushing, kissing, rubbing herself closer; then slowly she had the button above his belly level coming off.
He moved his hands up to her shoulders, squeezing his eyes tightly shut for a moment, arching off, “Ok, Liz...Liz...Liz...Liz...Liz, listen to me, listen to him” another button came off “this is wrong, this just so...so...well not wrong as wrong but wrong as...well you know in so many ways...I...”
She shifted her hands around his waist, “How many ways are there?” she teased, drawing the rest of his jersey away from the back.
Hugh hesitated still and something itched inside her, but rather than putting a bridle, it triggered her, irrationally, inexplicably, inexorably.
She undid another button, down on his abdomen this time, caressing it lightly.
“No I mean I still...”
And she knew perfectly well the effect she would have on him.
He flinched indeed, his eyes flicking down.
“Alright Liz, listen” he panted “I have been meant to talk to you I...”
She softly had another button coming off “Is talking the only thing you like?”
He could barely breath by now, “I...yes..I mean no I...” his mind swam round making no sense “...I like other stuff of course....I just...”
She got the last button popping off.
“I really hope you do...” she breathed on his lips again, “...still...”
She slowly opened up his shirt on the front.
Hugh couldn’t move. He wanted this so damn badly to ache. He just couldn’t. Could he?
She began peeling his shirt off his shoulders.
“Liz, I am just worried that we...”
It dropped on the floor by their feet.
“I told you” she whispered, seizing his hands to guide him back to the couch, “You worry too much...”
He didn’t know what to say anymore.
“I...yeah...maybe but...I...I really...”
Maybe he should have just come straight out with the truth someone pointed out, matter-of-fact from the back of his mind.
She had him with his back to the edge He mustered up. “Ok, here’s the thing. There’s something I...”
“Would you just shut up?” she said laying a finger on his lips.
He heaved a pained sigh “Liz...please I...I do...”
He hesitated. His voice quivered. He had to swallow.
“..I do...wa...want you, alright? I seriously do..." every word he uttered made his breath away some more "I just...”
Lisa held his gaze, firmly, suddenly leaving his hands.
She unzipped the dark grey sweatshirt.
He silenced, instantly.
She was wearing a grey and white. Laced. Cupped. Half-cupped. It matched in a perfect contrast her colors and he didn’t even know how he managed to notice but he did.
Her chest was rising and falling, visibly.
“Hugh?” Lisa called in a faint voice.
His eyes wandered down over her as if she was some sort of miracle.
She moved herself some closer again, some odd kind of desperation driving her.
“Do you?” she asked, softly, matching down his hands against hers.
Hugh could barely find his voice again.
He was breathing so hard, the thud in his chest had became a hushed juddering in comparison.
"I mean, do you really want me that much?" she asked again, not leaving his eyes not even for a moment.
He felt raptured.
He didn't even know how he answered that question.
“So much to ache....” he panted against her breast.
And it still rose and fell, rose and fell, at even a quicker pace now.
Lisa’s breath in fact got shorter again to that, the air filling up her lungs pressing so badly against her chest to make just painful the very act of breathing it in.
She just couldn’t keep it for herself any longer.
She looked deeply into his eyes, “May I be honest for a moment again?” she panted.
Hugh’s eyes wandered down again and they shouldn’t have.
“You really...you really have to?!” he asked, swallowing hard.
She didn’t answer though. She just raised his hand, knotting fingers with him.
He gulped, “I mean I am not sure I can....”
She got her breath, eyes fixed on their twined palms.
“Remember when you told me you loved me?” she asked, bluntly.
Hugh felt his lips trembling.
“There's something I did not tell you....” she said, clutching his hand to slowly drag it to her mouth and kissed it gently with closed eyes.
He held his breath.
“I think....” she whispered.
And he realized he almost didn’t want to know.
“I think, I am in love with you too...” she said, glancing up to him at last.
His chest got pained, strangely and his voice came out raspy, “Oh Liz..I....it’s just all so...so...”
She rubbed herself closer again against him.
She couldn’t take this anymore.
“I’ll be on a plane in a few hours...” she whispered, kissing him under his jaw.
He closed his eyes, “I know, believe me I know.....I just...”
She pushed him down slowly to the couch, “We won t see each other again for a long time...”
He sighed, looking up to her “I know, believe me, I have been....”
“And you’ll be shooting and I’ll be traveling....”
His lips trembled again “Liz I...”
She crawled over him, then. And his hands gravitated to her waistband, on their own, blood surging all over.
“Did you thought about it?” she asked, sweetly, her sweatshirt hanging open to the front.
He squeezed his eyes shut again “No, I mean...no yeah, I did, but...”
She pulled her hair to one side, uncovering part of her neck, “I am gonna miss you....” she whispered.
He sensed her shifting upwards a bit, arching down on him.
He winced stifling, averting his eyes.
God he shouldn't, should he?
“Hugh?” she called.
He sighed, looking up into her eyes again.
Her fingers softly tickled behind his ear. Her eyes pointed at him. Fixed upon him. Large, pale, of a bewitching bright changing color more than ever.
“Yes?” he breathed.
She eased her eyes closed and bent over, holding her lips hanging over his, her heart feeling like raising to her like never before.
She opened her mouth lightly, just a little bit.
“Do you really love me?” she asked, under her breath.
Hugh gasped hardly again, his mouth slightly open against hers, “I...I...”
A waving fall of dark brown hair went down softly along her neck. Her breath flooded him. Her lips brushed his.
He could hold up no longer.
His eyes started to close, his chest rising and falling at a frenzied rate, “Of course I...”
She sneaked the tip of her tongue out touching his 'causing something to spike violently within him.
“...then make love to me, please” she whispered.