A kiss is just a kiss, a smile is just a smile. But what’s behind them? Is it a Succubi?
By TeraS and makuta15
“What are you – ” Eric gulped as Tessa slid the jacket off her body. What was going on? Really, they had just met…this was way off, really, he should just head upstairs, let her calm down a bit. He looked down at the dusty floor when she began to remove her sweater, but when he raised his head again, there she was, so close, and his feet ceased their shuffling toward the banister. He shivered slightly at her words, blinked when her teasing turned into an outright challenge.
His first instinct was to gently extract himself from the situation, back away, maybe even leave the house entirely…but for some reason, the smirk on Tessa’s face seemed to say that he would only be proving her right. She had offered; why should he reject something that had come to him freely? How many times did you have encounters like this in your life, anyhow – and wasn’t his whole reason for coming out here to do something…on edge? But really, should he let himself be provoked so easily –
The floorboards creaked as Tessa shifted her stance, and Eric realized that he was doing exactly what she had accused – he was freezing. Screw deliberation! He made his choice.
Eric’s legs trembled, tensed: they wanted to keep moving. A chorus in his mind kept chanting, wrong choice, bad idea, bad idea! But he kept going anyways, until his lips met hers.
And so this story comes to, if not a close, at least a pause…