Falling Stars

I'm so chill, no wonder its freezing
I'm so still, I just can't keep my fingers out of anything
I'm so thrilled to finally be failing
I'm so done, turn me over cause it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time
~Bare Naked Ladies

Chapter 3: Stay

He had to catch me. It was either that or let me fall. But once he’d caught me, he didn’t have to kiss me. Heat raced from his lips through my body. His moustache tickled, it was soft, like a kitten’s tale and almost as active, adding a new dimension to a technique that already had quite a lot to recommend of it. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waste, deepening the kiss. ‘It’s a good thing he’s holding me up’ I though somewhat giddily ‘otherwise I’d fall…’


He slid his hands down to my hips drawing them tightly against his body. His lips were soft, his breath warm as it mingled with my own. If this was what kissing was supposed to be... then consider me never kissed until now. His body was warm, something stable and solid in a world that seemed harsh and unsure. The gentle movements of his hands were comforting; I relaxed, letting him hold me tightly. Fireworks went off inside my head, my ears roared and desire churned in the pit of my stomach. I wanted him. Wanted to hold him, feel him, and taste him all at once.
He pulled away suddenly, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry…that was unacceptable…I should go.”
My mouth was dry. I tried fruitlessly to make a noise…any noise…anything to stop this incredible man from walking out of my life forever. My brain cursed a blue streak, urging my body to move. I was numb. That incredible kiss seemed to have left me partially paralyzed. I wanted to tell him to stay, wanted to ask him to hold me, but my lips couldn’t seem to for the words.

He took my silence as agreement.

Wordlessly he stood, collecting his coat, he headed for the door.
“Wait.”
I called, finally managing to unthaw enough of my brain to operate my motor skills. Impulsively I moved stop him. He caught my hands and I was forced to meet his eyes. There was something in their chocolaty depths that made me stop, a deep passion, battling against an unanswered question. It was something altogether frightening. My knees quavered, and my fingers shook, but something in those eyes gave me confidence. It was in that moment that I did something that was both very brave, and very stupid. I leaned in and kissed him, brushing my lips gently over his.
“Please stay.”

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Oh...I know, you'll all be at my door with torches and pitchforkes any minuit now...SORRY!!!MORE SOON!!!!!