I was reading a murder mystery I had already read twice before and was completely engrossed in every little detail written on the page before me when she walked in. At first, I didn't pay much mind to her. It was no different then any other day. She's my best friend and by far the most amazing person in the world. At least that's how I saw her up until a few months ago. Now I had to stop myself from just staring at her, taking in her smile and laugh, letting my eyes wander before I snapped back to reality. Yes I have been crushing on her for some time now but she is far from being into me like I am her. She has said on many occasions that she is not into women and I've tried many times to dig deeper into those words, wanting to find some deeper hidden meaning...some hidden message that I missed. As much as I wanted it to be true, it never seemed to be. She still acted the same way she had from the moment we met and she hadn't changed in the slightest in any area.
Today was different however. She walked in while I was reading and after I had focused back on my book, I felt as if I had become an object on display. I glanced in her direction and was shocked to find that she was in fact staring at me. Not just any kind of staring either. She was actually looking me up and down, letting her eyes roam over my form. It sent shivers through me to think that she might actually like me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that she would ever have a thing for me. I tried to put the feeling aside, ignore the shivers and butterflies and was doing a fairly good job. I didn't even notice when she had sat down next to me.
I noticed, however, when her body grazed mine as she leaned over, seeming to be reading with me. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my focus as best I could, not knowing what she was playing at and not wanting to get the wrong idea. I knew how much my mind liked to make things up. I didn't say anything but just continued to read, wanting it to be my imagination but also wishing it isn't because of how long I've wanted this.
She leaned closer against me and I could feel her hair brushing against my shoulder and her warm breath hitting my face. I almost couldn't take it anymore and I knew just how much she was affecting me. She shifted slightly so that she could look up into my face and out of the corner of my eye I could see the smirk that had formed on her face.
I went over all the possible actions I could take and her smirk just grew as she realized she had me wrapped around her finger. After what felt like hours, she took the book from my hands, tossing it to the floor while I just looked at her, not sure what to say or do at that moment. My brain seemed to completely shut down when I needed it the most and I think she knew because she didn't wait for me to say anything. She gently pushed me down and maneuvered so she was straddling my waist.
She had my arms pinned over my head and she was leaning ever so slightly over me and all I could do was stare at her. My vocal cords were paralyzed by the shock of the situation and my brain was still trying to find a sane reason for all of this. The only coherent though running through my head was that this can't be happening because she has said that she's straight and that I've got to be imagining things again. That thought flew out the window as soon as her lips touched mine. It took me a few minutes to realize what was happening before my body started reacting of it's own accord. Our lips moved together so perfectly and I felt the air I didn't realize I had been holding come out in a soft sigh. Her lips curved into a small smile against mine upon hearing the sigh leave my lips and she took it one step further, letting her tongue trace my lower lip, asking for entry into my mouth which I quickly and eagerly granted her.
As her tongue explored my mouth, one of her hands moved from my wrist, trailing down to the hem of my shirt, slipping just underneath the garment and resting on the smooth skin of my waist, causing me to shiver slightly at the new sensation. I kissed her back passionately, and moved my hand to thread my fingers through her hair. She pulled back, grinning down at me and shook her head.
"Did I say you could touch?" she said, looking at me with an arched eyebrow as I just shook my head, breathing slightly heavier than normal.
She just shook her head slightly, a smile working it's way onto her face and she leaned forward, pulling my cabinet open and as she pulled her hand back and dangled the handcuffs in front of me, I just gulped. How she even knew about them I would never know.