The Power That Would Not Be Denied
A drink became two, and two became two more, but the rain hadn't let up at all by the time they left the bar.
"Where are you parked? I'll walk you to your car."
"Ooh, very gentlemanly of you, but I don't think either of us has any business driving. Besides, I walked. I'm just a few blocks from here."
"OK then, I'll walk you home. Which way?"
Farrah took him by the hand and said "This way" as they stumbled off into the darkness.
"Oh god, you're soaked." Farrah was searching frantically through her mind for his name, but the power of gin and tonics would not be denied. "Well, this is me. I live on the second floor. Do you want to come up?"
He didn't say a word, but held on to her hand as she guided him through the entry of her building and then up the stairs and down the hall zig-zagged hallway to her apartment.
"Oh god, you really are soaked." she said again.
"I'm sorry... I'm dripping water everywhere."
"No, no no, it's ok. Give me your jacket, I'll hang it over the tub to dry a bit... maybe? It'll at least drain there."
As he took off and then handed her his jacket, she realized his shirt was soaked as well.
"Oh, god, you're really, really soaked." She reached to touch his shirt, placing her hand on his sleeve, confirming that it was as wet as she thought.
"I'm OK"
"No, it's cold in here and you're soaked" she said, running her hand up his sleeve to his shoulder. "And you're shivering! I can feel it." Her hand continued to roam until it reached the center of his chest, where she stopped as they stood inside her doorway. Hey eyes were fixed on his.
Don't panic. Those two words kept going through her mind, again and again. Don't. Panic. He placed his hands on her hips. Don't panic. Neither of them said a word as they stood and dripped the leftovers of the evening's rain onto the floor. Though her lips were silent, her mind was running a mile a minute with thoughts, fears, hopes, and a cloud of liquor for them all to disappear into.
Her hopes were easy to understand: "Is he going to kiss me, or not? Could this lead to something? What the hell is his name! THINK, Farrah. Think!"
Her fears were a bit more vague. "Should I? Will he? Is it ok to kiss him? What the FUCK is his name?!?!"
Realizing her hand was still on his chest, and that they were probably going to stand there indefinitely, dripping water onto her floor, Farrah gripped his shirt and pulled him towards her with a tug.
“My patience only lasts so lon…” she began to say as their lips met for a clumsy kiss that was more of a collision two bodies in motion. "I couldn't wait anym... Oh…" His hands slid from her hips to cross her back, pulling her tightly against him for a second kiss.
He pressed forward to pull even closer for the third, catching Farrah by surprise with his force. She'd thought he looked so average but suddenly this man felt muscular and powerful as he pressed against her. (Sam? Was that his name? No. Sean? NO!) With a tremble, she gripped his shirt tighter and leaned back, dropping his wet jacket just in time to brace herself as they hit the wall and quickly slid to the floor.
WHAM!
