midnight fantasies
I was standing by the bar's bathroom door when I saw Chloe stumble through the walkway. "MAAAAAAX," she shouted as she entered and saw me. As she came closer, a mixture of a sweet and floral perfume mixed with alcohol wafted in the air. She leaned against my chest, almost tilting over as I lightly held her up with my arms. She looked up at me in a daze. Her eyes glittered in the light and her warmth almost urged me to hold her.
Then, in a moment, she encircled my neck with her arms pulling me downwards towards her face. I succumbed to my desires and met her lips. Our kiss was frantic and rough as if we were starving and were just sat at a feast. As our tongues danced, she tasted like the green tea shots she consumed earlier that night. As we traveled into a cab and to my apartment, the exchanging of our heat wasn't out of love or lust, but for the transfer of passion and hope. I repeatedly struck the barrier to her soul, each motion binding us together. She gave me everything you would give to a lover and more. After finishing, we laid there, panting like dogs in the summer sun. I turn towards her and she turns towards me, holding each other until we dreamed.
I snap back to the bar. Regaining a conscience, I ask,
"Hey, where's Jake?"
"Iiiii'm not toooo sure," she says giggling. I help lead her outside search for her boyfriend, eventually spotting him across the room. After bringing her over, he thanked me for the help and then I opened my eyes and sat up on my bed. I felt a stiffness in my boxers and decided to just sleep it off, returning to my dreams.