Rating: Uhhh... 15? (Sorry, that's a BBFC class) Probably an American R.
Challenge: Papaya #21 - On Second Thought...
Word Count: 851
Summary: Arkadiy has to go into town, but doesn't quite pick up what he was expecting.
Notes: I had to go check the BBFC ratings to see if it really was a 15, mostly for my own peace of mind. I'm odd. This has been hanging around in my head (more or less) for ages, I figured I should get it down at some point. O_o
It might make some sense eventually...
Some days, he couldn't bring himself to leave the house. He'd stay in, getting quietly drunk on the sofa, and pretend he never needed to eat - and after the fifth, or fifteenth, bottle even his stomach quit its complaining.
Shame it never lasted; hunger always drove him out eventually, into the town where people commented behind their hands on the handsome man who never wore shorts, even during the hottest days of the year.
There was one bonus: the pretty girl in the grocery store. Brown hair in thick curls, brown eyes that lit up whenever she saw him, it was enough to turn a man's head. Especially when the head was as easily turned as his. He passed her the money, her hand touched his as she gave him his change and she smiled up at him from beneath her lashes; she was hardly subtle and it warmed his heart - among other things.
One day, she took him by surprise. "Come on, stranger. I've seen you for a year now and I don't even know your name."
He was taken aback but couldn't stop the smile. "Arkadiy." And because old habits die hard, he leaned one arm on the counter and murmured, "and what's yours?"
She mirrored his gesture, leaning across the glass and displaying a healthy cleavage. Her hand was only a hair's breadth from his. "Elisa," and when she spoke he felt her sweet breath against his face. "I'm glad to meet you, Arkadiy."
It was enough to make his heart race. Not entirely for the reasons pretty Elisa clearly aimed for. "I've got more shopping to do." It wasn't exactly a lie, he needed some stuff from the little hardware store, but right then with his heart pounding he had to get away. He hated himself for it, and Elisa certainly seemed disappointed, but there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach he couldn't quite shake and certainly had no chance of explaining to the brunette.
"Your groceries'll be waiting behind the store for you," she said, raising herself from the counter with a sigh.
He nodded and smiled a smile he didn't quite feel, and fled the store.
It took all of five minutes to buy a hammer and some nails; he felt quite embarrassed. Hardly explained the hasty exit. Even walking around the pathetically small town only added another five or ten minutes. Embarrassed, head down, he trudged back to the grocery store.
The back - a little brick courtyard - was deserted, as he'd expected. All except for a bulging paper bag, propped against the door that led into the shop. Only when he bent down to pick it up did the hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. They coincided with a pair of slender, feminine hands pressing against his eyes. "Huh?" It was hardly a chat-up line...
"Surprise." Elisa's voice came from much nearer his ear than he'd expected. The soft black hairs there tingled. "I didn't want you to leave without saying goodbye, Arkadiy."
Her hands were incredibly soft. "What kind of goodbye did you want me to say?" He stood carefully, not wanting to pull her from her feet.
"The kind that isn't so abrupt." Her fingers slid from his eyes, onto his shoulders, then his arms.
He turned to face her, groceries forgotten. She was staring up at him from beneath those lashes and something leapt in his chest. "I could just say 'goodbye'; it's almost the same..."
"It's not," she pouted, her lips fuller and richer as she did so. "That's only a plain goodbye."
He was only human, after all. He didn't see how he could resist. And her lips were so soft as he pressed his to hers, her arms snaking around his neck to pull him down to her level. He was only a man, and nothing more, as she slid her hands along his back and his found their way to her nicely curved backside. She kissed him with a depth he hadn't felt in at least a year, and parts of his body he'd done his best to ignore responded whole-heartedly; his jeans abruptly became far too tight. She knew, too; she smiled, an expression he could feel. She pulled herself closer to him, her breasts pressing against his chest, and her hands moved from his back to his stomach, to the waist of his jeans.
To deftly pull apart the top button and move to the zip.
He leapt backwards, the fastest he'd moved in a long time - and if only he'd moved that fast a year ago, he wouldn't need to now. " No."
"No?" She looked as though he'd slapped her. He supposed such a sudden rejection was almost the same.
"No," he repeated, heart hammering for all the wrong reasons.
Before she could respond he grabbed the groceries and bolted from the yard, a hard knot in his throat and the hardness in his pants vanishing rapidly.
The day after, he placed a home delivery order at a small store a good few miles away.