SHORT STORIES

late

[WARNING: STEAMY AND SEXUAL THEMES AHEAD.]

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She's late.

I went to Gen's an hour ago to see her, but she wasn't there, so I left. Marty said she was still on the way - New York traffic and all, but she's not here.

I'm not usually the type to worry about anniversaries - but after all that, we've gone through together; with her sister passing, the incident with Jules, Damon? After all that, a four-year celebration of our marriage seems so important to me.

And she's late.

It's getting colder under these layers. My gloves feel frosty and my nose is numb. I really should've just gone inside. I swear sometimes I--

"James!" a small voice yelps from behind. I turn around and my eyes meet with her piercing blue orbs.

"Abby," I said frostily. She doesn't deserve my sweet voice after she basically stood me up.

Her head crooks to the side and she just smiles. Gosh, if looks could kill.

"Where have you been?" My voice croaks unexpectedly.

Her blue orbs darken slightly as she looks down at her shoes. "I...I had to go somewhere," she mutters.

"Where?" I say softly, stepping forward to reach for her hand. As if it was natural, she stumbles back, further away from me.

I frown.

She hesitated at first, "I went to my mom's."

Oh right! She did mention she was visiting her mom. Damn, screw me for being so rude. I nod in understanding.

"That's okay. How was it? I know you find your mom annoying, but she is your mom. I'm really glad you decided to go the-"

She cuts me off and latches her lips onto mine. Our mouths mould like clay against each other. Like a leech, she sucks my bottom lip - the pain almost feels like it's drawing blood.

My hands hold her neck to stabilize my body, my back stumbles against a brick wall as I pull her closer to me. Her hands comb through my hair - arousing me with glazes of lust and moans falling gently out of her mouth as I nuzzle my head under her jaw. I peck soft kisses against her neck, gently nibbling on her soft skin.

"Wow..." she gasps. I trail kisses back up to her lips, sighing, I slide my hands down to her butt and squeeze.

"James...Lips...Now." She begs softly, tiptoeing, she yanks my collar as I move closer to her. Our lips continue to slide against each other. The kiss continues to get rougher, as she - surprisingly - slides her wet, warm tongue in my mouth.

This makes me groan.

She pulls away gently, and I take a deep breath, opening my eyes to see her glistening blue orbs, twinkle with happiness. Her arms are still draped around my shoulders, her fingers coaxing the hair on the back of my neck.

"Hmm..." she hums, bringing her head to lay on my chest - her arms tightening on my waist.

"W-Wha..." My eyes close, and I sigh.

She pulls me closer to her, I feel her lips on mine - her soft, delicate lips - and leave so quickly.

"I love you," she looks up at me, "Happy anniversary." And smiles softly.