Today I'm me

Chapter XIV - Devour me

"Tell me how it is, being
the sun. You could walk
into a room and they'd
all be watching you.
They'd all get down on
their knees. I ask you
how it is, and you
say, "It hurts. It hurts."

Music is much like fucking. There's either the composers who can make the listener jaded and spent or the ones who make you bored.

For Hannah, there's either a climax or it's not worth it. If she doesn't feel the melody in her bones, then there's no point in listening.

The orchestra Aurora chose is nothing more than an orgy of emotions. There's not just one climax but many. Hannah presses her eyes shut and sees the two of them kissing. She can't take that image off her mind.

Aurora is grinning, blinking her eyelashes along the rhythm and explosion of galaxies in the air. Their hands find each other on the silky red armchair, fingers dancing hot and alive, intertwining. Their eyes meet with an unreserved passion. Hannah gasps, a mid-air collision of desire exploding inside her.

The orchestra climaxes again and they hold gazes. A spark of energy bursts inside Hannah's stomach, inflaming, slipping through, aching, demanding... No one has ever looked at Hannah like this, deep into her, not afraid to get hurt, to get burn...

Aurora leans in, gently brushes Hannah's bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, whispers, "Devour me." Her voice is deep, dark. It unglues Hannah instantly.

In less than minutes, they're fleeting, the music following their hungry steps. They kiss in every corner, their mouths wide open, hands like a crime scene, bloodying every once of each other's bodies...

"God," Hannah moans, storming inside a bathroom stall with Aurora. For a slip second, they face each other; it's like skydiving without a parachute. Then Hannah's mouth is crashing into Aurora's, teeth and tongue and lips and all this reckless desire between them.

It's like nothing Hannah has ever felt.

Frenetic hands unbutton her jacket off and dip into her shampoo, holding Hannah's face as she brushes her lips past hers.

Things get out of control.

Hungry hands strip each other's shirts, multiplying, pulling hips to hips and undoing the button of jeans, some cupping breasts and a few more edging its way between legs... that is until they hear a knock on the door.

"Is this occupied?" They hear a male voice ask.

"Shit," Hannah curses. Aurora presses her thumb to her mouth, silencing her.

"Hello?" The man sounds annoyed. "Jesus fuck, seriously?"

Hannah suppresses a laugh at the man's desperation. She wonders how they got into the man's bathroom in the first place.

Just our luck.

After a while of cursing, the man finally leaves. They slip into their clothes quickly and wait until the path is clear to leave the bathroom.

Hannah draws a deep, staggered breath, holding a hand to her wild heart. "That was..." She hesitates.

Aurora smiles wickedly, her hair all over the place. "Better than pizza?"

"It was better than a lot of things," Hannah confesses, her voice faint.

"We should try it again. Just to prove you're right." She teases, cradling Hannah's face with her hands.

They both grin and start kissing again, disappearing into a painting of pleasure and God and hallelujahs and where the hell was I all my life?