1. Pure Obsession (Finn) – Chapter Four


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: Reluctance, Author: SITTING, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    on the roof of my block of flats late in the evening and she was telling me how much she hated the way people had to complicate things. “I mean, dance is dance. We should go there and do it. Why do other people always have to get in the way? All they ever go on about is what’s going on with the roles, why they don’t get picked. If they concentrated on the present, maybe they would. You know what I mean?” “Yeah. Absolutely.” She leaned back against the railings and smiled at me. “You don’t care, do you?” “Of course I do,” I said. “I just think you shouldn’t worry about it. Laugh it off. It shouldn’t bother you. You’re meant to be relaxing.” “Funnily enough, I am. Getting all this out of my head makes me feel better.” I smiled, leaned back and closed me eyes. “Keep talking then.” She laughed, “I think I’ve finished now.” “What about today? What happened? What made you decide not to go on the tour?” Her smile disappeared, a frown settling over her features. “I just got… annoyed. We all work so hard and Vincent is just never, ever happy. He really…he just does my head in.” “I always thought you liked him,” I said quietly, remembering how she spoke about him the first time we met. Her eyes met mine, understanding the meaning behind my words. “I used to,” she said. “Now, not so much. I didn’t know him very well.” She thought it over for a minute and then said carefully, “He’s not the kind of person who deserves to be liked.” Her eyes flicked away from mine, scanning the view ...
    across the dark city. I studied her profile silently, wondering what she wanted. There was something so still and serene about that moment; knowing she was all mine. I could hear the sounds floating up from the windows of the flats below; a dog barking, a mother trying to console a crying baby, the edgy beat of rock music. They were all there and they meant nothing to me. Not a damn thing. All I cared about was Alessandra. “I need a drink,” she said, interrupting my thoughts. “Too much talking.” She stretched her arms out and stood up, climbing back down into the building. I didn’t move for a second, wondering where everything was going to lead. I was scared of screwing things up. I had to think before I spoke, I had to make sure I didn’t slip up or say the wrong thing. I had to play the game perfectly. I swallowed hard and followed her inside. She was standing at the living room window. The flat didn’t look so bad anymore. Months of perseverance had made it at least vaguely habitable and I didn’t feel uncomfortable about having her there. It looked better with her there. The sensible part of my brain was telling me to take it slow and not rush things but all I could think about was losing myself in her again. I wanted to feel her body, every last inch of it. I walked over to her, eliminating the distance between us, uncertain of what to say. She remained perfectly still, even as I stood behind her, resting my hands on the windowsill either side of her and letting my body brush ...
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