I was a bit unsure about posting it because it turned out hotter than I meant and I’m a really shy person but I can’t say I don’t like the result and actually I had fun drawing it!
Somehow they both knew the instant their eyes met. It was for half a moment, and yet they managed to communicate what one another was on the most fundamental level, and they just knew. He felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips, and her face was hidden in a blush.
He finished up the conversation he was having and started to navigate his way through the crowd to where she was standing by the bar. She’d been alone when he spotted her, but now some sleaze was circling, trying to buy her a drink while she kept flashing glances his way. The guy was halfway through a sentence when he stepped in, positioning himself between the man and her, his lips against her ear.
“The back corridor. Five minutes.” His voice was deadpan, with just the hint of a growl bubbling underneath. It sent a shiver down her spine, and as he moved away he was followed by hurled insults from the sleaze. She giggled, refused the offer of a drink in the most dismissive way she could muster, before pushing herself off the bar and sauntering the direction the man had left. That spine tingle was lingering.
He was waiting in the corridor, alone. He seemed to fill that massive space, even reclined as he was, leaning against the stark wall. One hand was in his pocket, the other resting idly by his side.
“You took your time.” He said with a smile. It had barely been thirty seconds.
She blushed, dipping her head down before taking another few steps towards him.
“Well I didn’t want you thinking I was too interested.” She didn’t look at him while she said it, staring just off and to the left, and so she barely saw him surge forward, one hand pressed against her stomach, the other finding her neck.
He turned her around, pushing her up against the wall. The hand at her stomach moved off, pressed against the brickwork, as his lips found her jawline, devouring it.
She could feel the fingers at her neck start to dig in, and her breath caught in her throat, just as her back arched against the rough cement, feeling it dig into her shoulderblades through the flimsy material of her dress.
“Fuck."
His lips moved up to her ear again, and the fingers grew a little tighter against her neck, squeezing her windpipe.
"Keep quiet. I didn’t tell you to speak.” The words swelled into her ear, and she felt that spine tingle again. Her bottom lip locked between her teeth, a safety measure against another slip up.
Instead she just focused on that hand, the feel of it around her throat and the slight burn in her chest as she sucked in air. She squirmed, and he kept her still. She struggled, and he pinned her down. She couldn’t love it more.
His knee pressed between her legs, grinding against her. She groaned, a deep, primal thing, and his hand came from the wall and slapped her in the face, enough to make it flush harder than before.
“I said quiet.” He growled, before grabbing her wrist and pushing it against the wall.
