“Better?” I squeeze his hand once.
“Much, yes. Bright lights can give me headaches.” He looks down at our still intertwined fingers and then at my face.
It’s really, properly late now. The bars are closed; there are no more movies, or tacos, or excuses. Just me and the Mothman, alone in a dark alleyway.
“Thank you for coming with me.”
“Thank you. For spending the evening with me.” He leans in. This is it. I nervously shove my glasses up my nose even though they haven’t slipped.
The best way to get over someone is getting under someone else. I step toward him, hoping he will take the hint. It’s now or never, and I really need him to make the first move. I don’t think I can do it.
“The evening isn’t over yet, is it?” I slip my spare hand into his empty one. Letting all of our fingers intertwine casually, enjoying the feel of him, and looking forward to feeling more of him.
“It doesn’t have to be.” He smiles. Expectant butterflies battle in my stomach.
When was the last time I felt this nervous, this excited or enthusiastic about kissing someone? The last time I felt like if someone didn’t put their mouth on mine in the next three seconds that I would explode?
“Can I kiss you?” He asks.
“Fuck, yes. Please.” I can’t get the words out fast enough.
He dips down and tentatively presses his mouth to mine. Light, tender, gentle. His mouth arms graze my cheek. He pauses, like he’s waiting for something. I drop his hands so I can loop my arms around his neck. This encourages him. There’s asmall press at the seam of my mouth, my lips part instinctively. His tongue slips into my mouth. It's long and slender, slippery, like a curling tube. It's odd, nothing like a human tongue. He tastes sweet almost like honey and bourbon. I suck on his tongue experimentally and he grunts in excitement. His hands move to my waist, a possessive grip holds me still while his mouth toys with me, using playful easy movements that build a heat deep in my stomach. He’s absolutely perfect.
My hands find their way to his chest, broad and defined. There’s that quiet vibrating purr again, reverberating deep beneath his ribcage. It shoots straight to my stomach and sinks lower, lighting up every inch of my pussy this time. He doesn’t have to pull me closer. I'm already drawn toward the heavy purr in his chest.
I push into the kiss, encouraging him, and the hum in his chest grows louder. His tongue delves a little deeper, the tip latches onto my mouth there’s suction, from just his long tongue. Precision attachment. A little moan erupts from my mouth.
There is a warning grumble in his body. His wings flare and move us until my back hits the wall and we are making out like lovesick teens. It isn’t funny at all, but a nervous snicker still sneaks between my lips.
He pulls back as I try to silence my giggles, watching me with shining eyes. “Something funny?”
“No. Sorry, sorry,” I shake my head, and try to hold him close. “I’m just enjoying myself.”
“Do not apologize for your laugh, Piper Hamilton. I find it utterly intoxicating.” The purr in his voice is almost a growl and his hands circle my ass. I squeal as he easily lifts me, my legs naturally wrap around his hips. Cool fall air hits my legs as my skirt rides up. His body slips neatly between my thighs. I shift so I can push my pelvis into him, there's something boney anddecidedly not erection-shaped between my legs, but the friction still sends delicious sparks through me.
He presses light licks and kisses into my neck while I giggle and clutch at him. His hips move to grind into mine, the pressure on my clit is so good that I moan.
“You make such beautiful noises.“ His breath brushes my neck and my whole body heats. “It’s been a wonderful night. You are like a perfect dangerous flame, Piper. I—” He stops himself mid-syllable and releases a sigh so ragged that it sounds painful. “I’m not going to let you go home alone tonight.”
“I don’t want to go home alone tonight.” I laugh with one breath, but feel myself hesitating in the next. I need to do this. I can’t back down now. “You could take me back to your place.”
He twitches, his hands tightening around my ass briefly. I fist my hand into the fur around his neck.
“Was that too forward?” I shake my head. Colin was never a fan of what he called my ‘too-much gene’.
Ant stops my head moving with a light touch to my chin. “My flame, I would love to bring you back to my nest.” His wings flutter behind him when he says the weird little nickname he’s chosen.
I bite my lip before asking, “It isn’t a literal nest, is it?”
“It’s an apartment.” He’s grinning. “On the waterfront.”
“With a Super Nintendo?” I joke.
“With every video game console you can imagine.”
“Perfect. I am going to kick your ass atDuck Hunt.” I tug gently on his furry cowl and he growls.
“You could try,” he challenges.
