I’ll Wait For You

He moved, and clasped a hand onto her shoulder. She took in his high cheekbones, the smooth, distinct features that reminded her of a younger Nathan Fillion, though the eyes came from another planet entirely. Her body trembled under the touch, though she made a show of reaching to rub her sore knee.

“I’ll bear that in mind. I’ve never really been able to talk about my words to anyone before. At least not in a way where they’re on board with it.”

“I understand. But trust me. It is important that you do not let anything hinder you. At all.” His voice dipped into a growl. His finger touched her chin, and lifted her head. She found herself only inches from his lips, and her eyes bulged in shock. Ice blue bored into her. “I need you to look me in the eye, so I know you get this. It’s important. Okay?”

“Y-yes. I get it. Don’t sit on things.”

“Good.” His voice emitted itself as a whisper, and the word tickled her face. A faint blush tainted her cheeks, and she found the smell of him overpowering. It made her think of freshly cut grass and earth – and she loved the smell of cut grass.

She inhaled it, took him in, and her mind treacherously started creeping towards the possibility of kissing this man, of throwing caution out the window and just going for it. Fear of rejection and conviction of her status made her hold still, until he took his hand away, and stepped back.

He took longer than what Elinor thought strictly necessary to examine her.

“Look, Kostya, if the idea of me being mentally blocked is so terrifying, I’ll keep this in mind. And I promise to talk to you if I can’t imagine talking to anyone else about it.”

Saying the words helped calm her racing heart, but Kostya developing a wicked grin, made it pick up speed again.

“Perhaps I might be able to help with some of the inspiration,” he said, raising one eyebrow, inviting her to question the statement.

Knees trembling, she licked her bottom lip, and said in as even a voice as she could manage, “Is that so?”

“Yes. For instance. If I do this.” The man with the tattoos closed the distance he had created, and again placed his finger under her chin. “With me, so far?”

Thoughts whirling in chaos, Elinor croaked out a “Yes.”

“Then, perhaps if I lean a little closer, so that my breath warms your lips, like so.” He exhaled long, and hot air dried the moisture on her bottom lip. The contrast of hot and cold sent lightning bolts raking, made her mind dizzy.

He searched for his voice. “Afterwards, I leave you, and your heart and mind will wander after me, toy with the idea that things might become more… and it could just well help inspire the mood of your writing. Since I think you might be missing that longing feeling, that burning desire…” He kissed her on the brow, then gave a slow wink, and departed, leaving her to stare at his retreating back in a daze, wondering what the hell had just hit her.

Her heart insisted on doing peculiar lurches, as if trying to jump out of her chest. She needed to sit down, her legs no longer able to support her weight. She felt thoroughly thunderstruck, and incredibly turned on. She could feel the wetness in her panties, and marveled at the sensation.

Been a while, then. A huge grin sprung up to her lips, as well as dozens of potential lyric ideas, and the notion that the cobwebs in her brain had been dusted off.

Dimly, she registered she should probably make sure her mind was in the right state to greet the band members of Stolen Heart. She had been sitting in her chair for a full minute, a silly grin on her face, mind in the clouds.

Things might be getting more interesting from here, she thought, absently grabbing some Pringles from the shelf.