Forever like this

It's late, and the night of dancing has left us exhilarated; tired in that way that makes you feel more alive than you do any other time. We wave goodnight to my housemates and shut my bedroom door.

Sam grins her impish grin at me. She'd gone for a goth look, this evening, ladling on heavy eye makeup and an old ripped denim jacket, before looking over at me and telling me there was no way I was going out in anything so dull - and made me up as her negative; her ghost in blue and white. She turns away, now, and stretches, letting the jacket drop to the floor, instantly getting lost amongst the clutter in the darkness, lit by the streetlight through the windows. I walk up behind and let my hands wander down the netting covering her belly, down past the tops of her thighs. I feel the tips of my nipples stiffen and squeese slightly in my bra (still too small for me) and pull her body closer to mine.

She stands, listening to her body. It's been a long night, dancing, and maybe we should just sl**p – but then she turns and kisses me, and advances forward, her hands to my shoulders as I step back over the invisible clutter, back until I'm touching the wall and her arms snake behind my head to wrap me in a hug, all the while kissing deeply. Sam breaks free from my mouth and holds me properly, breathing in the smoky scent of my hair.

Into her ear I whisper: "I want you inside me."

She pulls back and looks me in the eye. Running her hands down-

"Oh, do you?"

She pinches both of my nipples and twists so hard that I gasp and tense up against the wall. Diving in, Sam breathes slowly onto my neck and gently kisses me there, once. Into my ear she speaks, quietly, clearly and seriously.

"Then I think we should do something about that."

She steps back and I make a move towards the bed to find her hands on my shoulders, holding me gently in place. Fingernails run across my skin, the white silk barely deadening the sensation, as she begins to unbutton my blouse from the top.