Imagine making out with UF sans in a dark bathroom/bedroom at a house party while David Bowie's Heroes playing from downstairs. You don't gotta write anything for this if you don't want but just imagine. 👌😘🔥
(*If you think I’m not going to write this– )
You were pulled through the throngs of people crammed into the house with the sort of urgency that meant he was desperate to have you alone. He cleared the path with his shoulders, unapologetically jostling party-goers. Some of them spilled drinks and cursed, but he paid them no mind. You hurried behind him, your hand tightening in his.
He pulled you into the nearby empty bathroom, slammed the door shut behind you, and clicked the lock into place. In the next moment, you were pressed flat against it, his hands framing the sides of your face and tilting your chin up for him to hungrily claim your mouth.
The music was playing loud enough to be heard clearly; the beat pulsed through the door behind your back.
I, I will be kingAnd you, you will be queenThough nothing will drive them awayWe can beat them, just for one dayWe can be Heroes, just for one day
The kiss was sloppy, fangs urging your lips apart, and a tongue invading your mouth that sparked with electric intent. He tasted of whiskey, smoke, and sin. Eagerly, you responded to the kiss, moving your tongue against his, reveling in the way it tingled in your mouth.
His fingers threaded in the hair at the nape of your neck and pulled. Your head tilted further back, deepening the kiss, and his tongue undulated in your mouth.
The music drowned out the embarrassing whimper that built in the back of your throat as you fervently clutched the front of his jacket.
And you, you can be meanAnd I, I’ll drink all the time‘Cause we’re lovers, and that is a factYes we’re lovers, and that is thatThough nothing will keep us togetherWe could steal time, just for one dayWe can be Heroes, for ever and everWhat d'you say?
His free hand shifted down to your hips, following your curves. Your knees were growing weak, and where you’d been tipsy before (he’d had much more than you to drink; you’d met him in the kitchen when you were refilling your red cup and realized the burning embers in his sockets were following your every move, captivated), you now felt the room spin, drunk off his kiss alone. He kissed you as if you were the finest ambrosia, drinking you in.
When his tongue finally retreated from your mouth, he broke apart just long enough for his shuttered sockets to meet your dazed gaze. Your lips were slightly parted, tingling still.
The lights of his eyes were bright, casting a crimson glow across his features. It was the only light in the bathroom, aside from the nightlight dimly glowing beside the sink.
It made this encounter all the more surreal.
I, I wish you could swimLike the dolphins, like dolphins can swimThough nothing, nothing will keep us togetherWe can beat them, for ever and everOh we can be Heroes, just for one day
His mouth descended upon your jawline, skeleton kisses ghosting your skin as he urged your head toward the side to allow him better access to your neck. All of your nerves felt alight, attuned to his every move; his breath was hot against your flesh, prickling goosebumps along your arms that had a shiver ripple down your spine.
Fangs scraped the sensitive skin along the column of your throat, and your breath–which had been shallow and bated as it was–hitched in your throat, toes curling in your boots in response.
He released his grip on your hair long enough to hook his fingertips into your neckline and hastily stretch it aside. His tongue flicked across your skin, a quick flash of electric magic that had your grip on his jacket becoming white-knuckled. The conjured magic pressed into the juncture of your shoulder and swirled.
You were barely aware of the sound you made–somewhere between a whimper and a plea–but you felt the answering growl vibrate through his ribs against your chest as he pressed in closer.
I, I will be kingAnd you, you will be queenThough nothing will drive them awayWe can be Heroes, just for one dayWe can be us, just for one day
You adjusted your grip, winding your arms around him, whether to hold him closer or keep yourself upright, you weren’t sure. The fur of his hood tickled your forearms, while one hand gripped the back of his neck, fingernails raking across the protruding spinous processes, and the other cradled the back of his skull.
You just met, a tiny voice whispered, one that you squelched with memories of his body pressed against yours amongst a sea of drunken bodies, writhing to the blaring music that filled the house. It wasn’t a party meant for conversation, and neither of you came here for any sort of intellectual stimulation. No, this was a place to let go–to forget–and you could be anyone you wanted in a place like this.
And right now, you were a person that wanted nothing more than this, with him.
I, I can remember (I remember)Standing by the wall (by the wall)And the guns shot above our heads (over our heads)And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)And the shame was on the other sideOh we can beat them, for ever and everThen we could be Heroes, just for one day
His fingers dug into your hip and then shifted lower, gripping your thigh and urgently pulling you leg up. You took the hint and lifted it as much as you could, aiming to hitch it over the crest of his hip. The process was sloppy given how weak your legs felt, but thankfully, he grew impatient and grabbed both of your legs to give you the needed leverage. Your legs wrapped around his waist, knees brushing his floating ribs through his sweater, and his chest vibrated once again.
Teeth scraped your clavicle, and then he pulled his head back, forehead against yours. All you could focus on were those bright lights burning in his eyes, feeding the fire that he’d ignited within you. Your entire body felt hot.
The endearment came out raw, raspy, and dripping with promise.
Your fingers pressed into the back of his skull, and you leaned forward to crash your lips against his fangs.
We can be HeroesWe can be HeroesWe can be HeroesJust for one dayWe can be Heroes
He staggered away from the door, supporting you with one arm around your upper back and the other hand gripping your ass. The kiss was as hungry as before, his tongue wrestling with yours, filling your mouth. The tingling made you dizzy, and he spun you around, almost losing his balance while you clung tight to his frame. Clumsily, he managed to set you on the edge of the bathroom counter.
Your legs remained wrapped tight around his waist, and as he rocked his pelvis into yours, you slipped a hand beneath his sweater, eager to feel more of his bones. Fingertips traced his posterior ribs, exploring the divots, cracks, and ossifications. He groaned into your mouth, and his hands quickly went up the back of your shirt, rough bone sliding along your spine and sparking your nerves alight all over again.
We’re nothing, and nothing will help usMaybe we’re lying, then you better not stayBut we could be safer, just for one day
There was pounding on the bathroom door, and a voice drowned out by both the music and your all-consuming focus on the skeleton in your arms.
Neither of you hesitated even a moment, ignoring the interruption entirely. It didn’t matter; they would give up eventually and find another bathroom. If all you ever have together is tonight, you’re going to make this moment count, and no one is going to take it from you.
You peppered wet kisses along his jaw, drawing his sweater up with your arms while you traced the bodies of his vertebrae, fingernails raking between the spaces and invoking murmured, disjointed words of worship and endearment to be breathed against your flesh.
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohhJust for one day
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