"I have to go home!" you shouted over the din of the bar "It's the last train..." you lied. I don't blame you though, we both knew it was the right thing to do, self control was never one of our strong points.
"Nonsense" I said, "it's early and besides, I have hardly drunk, I can give you a lift home"
Reluctantly you gave in. We never seemed able to leave each's company unless it was absolutely necessary...
We weren't at the bar alone, we were in a group, I don't know where everyone else went, nor did I care. It was a time of my life I didn't really care about anyone other than you. You came back to the table and sat next to me behind your watered-down vodka, somehow sitting a bit too close. Don't get me wrong, I liked it, I just never understood how you did it. Whenever you sat next to me, you just seemed closer than anyone else managed to sit. You always managed it so that part of you, maybe a leg or a knee, a shoulder when you lean in, would touch me. I loved that constant touch, I loved knowing you were there.
You looked up at me with big brown eyes, drink in hand, a half smile on your lips "What do you want to do now?" you asked.
I almost believed that the foot playfully brushing my leg was accidental. "I just want to enjoy this a little longer"
We stayed there for another hour, just talking, flirting, touching whenever the conversation would allow it. You managed to somehow move even closer, so we were almost in each other's arms and you could lean back into my chest. I always found the smell of you intoxicating. Somehow I kept finding new reasons to play with your hair, to touch your hands, to put my arm around your waist. We swapped stories, gave advice and made each other laugh. It was everything great company should be.
At 11 we decided to leave. As promised I took you to my car which was a short train trip out of town. we snuggled a little on the uncomfortable seats, and walked arm-in arm towards the car, leaning towards each other slightly. "Because it's cold" you said both times. I didn't mind.
At the car, I pretended to count my drinks, and compare them against the hours, and turned to you and lied. "I think we should wait another hour or so, I might still be too drunk to drive." At least we were even now. "I know a place" I said.
We drove down the hill a little and I took you to a lookout on the harbour. The views of the city there are amazing, doubly so when you take into account it's reflections in the water. The night was still, the dark sky dappled with clouds, the almost-full moon lighting everything up in it's eerie light. We took it in, you standing in front of me with my arms over your shoulders for warmth, your back pressing more and more into into my chest.
"Come," I said with a twinkle in my eye "I'll show you something." I led you down through a hidden path into the trees. the crooked steps plunged us into the darkness under the canopy of the leaves. You were nervous but followed me anyway. We finally came out of the trees and wound around the shore line a little, until we reached a clearing surrounding a broken pier, it's few remaining boards pointing towards the city on the far side of the harbour. It looked so much bigger from here.
I sat down and drew you down into my lap, you let your body fall into mine and I wrapped my arms around you. We just sat in silence, enjoying the night, listening to the water lap against the pier, the shimmering reflections of the city disturbed by the occasional ferry. As the night got colder you just pushed deeper into my chest. I rubbed your shoulders gently (for warmth) and you let your head fall into my chest.
I kissed you softly on the head. You noticed, but you didn't flinch. It was the first time you had felt my lips. I squeezed you slightly tighter. I kissed you more. It wasn't passionate, lusty kissing, it was different. It was slow, more of a reassurance that I really had you, just an extension to the closeness, helping to bring us together.
It got faster though, more insistent. I started wanting more, I wanted to make you feel good. I started dragging my lips across your skin, letting you feel my warmed breath on your cold neck, kissing you softly behind the ears. You almost stopped yourself from responding, I was proud of your effort, but with every kiss I could feel you press yourself against my lips.
Self control was never one of our strong points.
I watched my watch, and made my way around the back of your neck, turning your body slightly towards me, letting my warmth linger on all the cold, sensitive areas of your neck. I watched my watch click over to 12:00am, and I kissed you right behind the ear then I whispered "Happy birthday" into your ear with a breathy voice. You turned towards me in surprise and I kissed you on the lips softly.
You didn't kiss back. Not the first time, but you didn't pull away either. I gently kissed your lips again with my hand under your chin, I could see the confusion in your face, the internal struggle raging on. The third time I kissed you I felt your lips part slightly, then you pressed them into mine and kissed me back. I loved the taste of you. Your lips were soft and warm and sweet and everything else great lips should be. They moved perfectly with mine. Kissing you was always magical. After a few minutes we both pulled away and cuddled in close again to watch the city. My head fell against yours and I held you for a moment before whispering "I love you".
I felt something in you, I am not sure what, you didn't really stiffen, nor did you relax. If I couldn't see your eyes I would have thought you to be crying. All I know is, at that point, I knew you loved me back. We had already been through so much, you and I. We had an amazing friendship up until this point. I had wanted to be able to tell you I loved you for weeks. It just felt so right.
We sat like that for some time until you turned to kiss me again, with passion this time. It was harder and faster, but no less amazing. eventually you would become too cold, and you would turn away and press yourself back into my arms. When you were warm enough to pull away you would kiss me again. This continued for hours. We'd enjoy each other for as long as we could until it became too cold, then you would retreat into my arms to warm up. Sometimes it would be slow and sensual, sometimes hard and fast. I felt your hands explore my body, on my face, my chest, around my waist and I returned the favour. I loved the feeling of your tiny waist under my hands.
Occasionally I would feel you shiver and I would ask you if you were cold, you always said yes but you didn't want to go home yet. The night was so beautiful, so perfect, both of us wanted it to last forever, everything else seemed so pale in comparison. Eventually though, we saw the sky start to lighten, the dawn approached, and we knew it was almost over. We kissed once, then I hugged you in tight, your head on my chest, and enjoyed those last few moments.
Then you pulled away and said "My boyfriend will be wondering where I am."
I sighed and replied "So will my wife."
We drove the hour to your place in silence, but half way there you took my hand and held it the rest of the trip.
