A Little Bit Married

Animals

I stood close to the bedroom door, watching Gray. He had flipped off his shirt the minute he walked into the room with me and let go of my hand, and pulled a cigarette.

He lit it up, let the smoke dance around his eyes, then let it sit between his lips as he walked towards the large glass windows. His hands pushed into his hair before he tucked them back into his pocket, the smoke rising up against the glass.

I stood by the door, unsure of what to do. He wasn't saying much. I was shaken, too. I now understood why he just seemed so angry at everything and everyone, but once we were alone and he could form an opinion of me, he seemed like a completely different person. This is why.

I swallowed hard, then took a step forward. He didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he didn't let anything slip. He just stood there, his back turned to me, the smoke from his cigarette dancing around the glass.

I slowly covered the distance to him. I thought of hugging him. Maybe it would help with the turbulence I knew he felt. Maybe it would let him feel a little bit more.

I was, unfortunately, a coward, and I gently reached out to him, gently resting my hand on his bare shoulder.

His skin was warm, soft, moist, and I had just a moment to feel it before he suddenly turned to me, his hand letting go of his cigarette before he grabbed my neck and pulled me to him, his other hand cupping my waist aggressively.

I gave a small yelp, my eyes wide as I struggled to breathe. My chest felt a bit too tight for my heart, and my body felt like it would melt into hot chocolate.

His face leaned closer towards me, and my lips slowly parted, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

"Gray..."

"Do you still want this?" He asked, his voice raspy, low.

It made my knees weak, my body heat up, and I could feel my dignity dwindling.

"Gray, I..."

He pulled me even closer, his eyes intense and piercing mine, his body hot against mine, his other hand moving away from my waist to cup my lower back.

"This is me," he said, his voice husky as he moved his hand lower down my neck.

My senses shut down, and even though I could smell something possibly burning, I couldn't bring myself to think. The danger signs were right in front of me, and he was making me feel things. The same sort of danger, yet different. The sort of danger that made me want to run closer. That made me want him faster.

I sighed as he slowly leaned to my neck. I expected him to kiss me or something, but what he did was even worse.

I let out a moan of his name as he let his tongue run across the length of my neck slowly, till he got to my jawline. His tongue was warm, moist, and I found myself digging into his back, my head moving backwards a bit more to accommodate him, my body finally admitting to the things we felt.

He slowly leaned away, and it took me a few minutes to open my eyes. When I did, he was right in front of me, his eyes just as dark as my desires, his smell as intense as my lust.

"How else would I want you?" I asked, my voice low. It didn't even feel like mine.

He pulled me further, and that was when I saw it. Smoke. The drapes had caught on fire right behind Gray, and the smoke was slowly starting to rise.

"Gray."

"Answer me," he said instead, his eyes darting across both of mine. "Is this man you see in front of you what you want?"

I held my breath, then slowly nodded, my chest heaving hard. "What if it is? What do I get for wanting the man in front of me? What do I get for ignoring the danger signs and..."

He pulled me to him, taking my lips hard, his anger leaving through his lips in a different way than he had done downstairs. It was a pleasurable sort of torture, and I arched into his hand and into his body, the sound of the slowly burning drapes reaching my ears and still completely ignored.

"Gray," I managed to say before he pinned me back on the glass, his hand pulling my back into him, his thumb gently digging into my neck.

I sighed, my chest heaving hard, my body lightly trembling with the allure of danger and the even more naked danger of kissing in a burning room.

He broke the kiss for a second before he moved, his hands leaving me as he rested them back on the glass, his eyes moving slowly across my eyes and my lips, his breaths hard, slow, shaky.

"Is this what you want?" I asked, my hands pressing down on the glass because his body was far more dangerous than the fall that could happen if that glass happened to falter.

"You are what I want," he said, his voice firm and determined, and hell, a f*****g wet dream.

Suddenly, water started to pelt down from the sprinklers, rushing down to quench the fires on the drapes, but further fan the fire between us.

I covered the distance first, my hand wrapping around his as my legs did, my dress falling away from my thigh, my lips seeking his desperately. This wasn't just me needing him to be fine anymore. This was me needing him to be fine. This was me needing him for myself.

"f**k," he cursed, pushing me back against the wall closest to the window, the water running against his naked back, his fingers running against my waist, his hair falling in front of his eyes, clouding them even more.

I wasn't sure how we got here exactly, but this felt too right. Way too right to look for options or escape. Way too right to hold on to dignity of any sort. Even if that made us animals.