Unicorn Hair

I’m not saying that in those five days I started to go to bar more often and for everyone’s surprise - not to drink. I just sat there, at my usual table, at the end of the room, looking at stage and patiently waiting. However, Jack didn’t show up not after five days, not after seven. My feelings were a mix between anger an anxiety.

Okay, he sent me that letter and it really got to me, but what if someone read it before I got it? And what if someone knew that Jack wrote it? I know that he is still in this town and he’s alright (well, he was before few days) because all newspapers were filled with exiting news about Jack getting married. But what if something had happened after that? What if he didn’t get to this country side they were going? Newspapers didn’t say anything about them leaving town. Alex, you need to stop thinking so much. This is not good for you. Not anymore.

After week of waiting I decided – one more evening and then it all needs to stop. I sat at my usual spot for twenty or so minutes and then with a long sigh get up to leave. I’m tired of this. I kind of feel betrayed. If he wrote that bar will be first place he’ll go when he gets back then he should’ve been here few days ago. He said he will try to get back as fast as possible, he didn’t want to have another week with his family, so why isn’t he here!

I walk past Arnold not looking at doors when they open. It’s getting cold I don’t want to spend more time here, when someone is letting cold air inside. I quickly turn away from door and quicken my steps towards the stairs when I hear “Alex!” behind.

I know this voice. I would know this voice in the middle of night, in the darkest forest or some crowded street. I turn around and there he is. My precious Jack, with his hands tucked deep inside his pockets. I know, this might sound and look lame, but only thing I can do is run to him, almost making him fall as I embrace him in tight hug. I see Arnold watching us from the corner of my eye, but that’s the least thing I need to worry now.

“It looks like someone missed me,” he says quietly in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Not as much as you think,” I chuckle pulling away and grinning.

“Oh, don’t be like that!” he mocks me and I try to look offended, but I can’t. He’s real and he’s standing right in front of me.

“So, what do you want to do? Go to bar or somewhere else?” I don’t like standing here, while Arnold is watching us. I know, he can’t say anything if were inside of the House, but I don’t like his intense look.

“What do you mean by – somewhere else?” he leans close to my ear.

“I mean my room, but without following actions you might think about,” I take one step back looking at him. He looks thinking through what I just said, but I just know he will agree.

“Okay, I kind of like your room. Might as well enjoy it even without following actions,” he smirks and takes my hand in his. I had forgotten how amazing it feels. His skin against my own. It’s just perfect.

I lead him to stairs, ignoring looks that Arnold sends my way. He can’t say who I can or can’t see in my free time. He has no control over me when I don’t work. Okay, a little control, but not when we talk about who I want to take to my room.

We get to my room and Jack’s actions are too fast for me to react. His lips are as soft as I remember, his hands are strong to hold me close and his taste is the same sweet taste of Jack. It’s like he has his own special taste. Nothing can compare to that, not even close. And when it comes to tongue there’s not enough words in my vocabulary to describe that amazing feeling it gives to me.

When he pulls back it is too fast for me, even though my lungs started to scream for oxygen a while ago. I feel a bit dizzy and I don’t know whether because of Jack or because of lack of oxygen. Small whine leaves my mouth, but he just laughs at me,

“You said – no following actions. If I would’ve continued kissing you, there would be some actions.”

“Maybe, but I’m stronger than you think. Sex is not the only thing on my mind.”

“Well maybe not on yours,” he smirks turning around and going to my bed, “so, let’s have a girl’s night, huh?” he claps his hands and makes himself comfortable on my bed.

I laugh at him and walk over to bed. He stretches his hand out to me, begging for me to come closer to what I’m more than happy to oblige. He pulls me in his chest and I rest my head against his shoulder. I can feel his hot breath against my skin as he talks,

“So, what has happened here? Found someone better than me?”

“No and nothing interesting had happened. You can’t even imagine how boring life can be here.”

“You’re lying! How can it be boring if you get to have sex every day and you have bar downstairs! It can’t be boring!”

“Just because I have opportunity to fuck every day doesn’t mean I like that. It’s not like I could fuck you every day,” after those words I froze. I shouldn’t have said that. He doesn’t need to know or even think that I could feel something for him.

“What was that supposed to mean?” I can feel him smile.

“Nothing,” I say in small voice.

“Well, that wasn’t nothing. Is there something I should know?” he sounds like father who is about to scold his kid.

“There’s nothing you should need to know and what was that with your letter? How do I make you feel?” I pull out of his embrace and look at him. It doesn’t look like my words would have some effect on him. He looks more than pleased with himself.

“Like I wrote, you have no idea how you make me feel,” he just looks at me with a smile on his tasteful lips.

“And that is?” I tilt my head sideway like a dog looking at his owner.

Loud sigh from Jack and he quietly says, “I don’t want to say I love you, because it might be too fast and it just can’t happen, but saying that I really like you and would love to spend every day with you is appropriate, I guess,” and now he’s not even looking at me. His eyes are locked to his hands in his lap and he looks ashamed of his words.

I tilt his head up and carefully press my lips against his. No tongues, no fighting for dominance, no too much teeth or saliva. I think I can have that kind of kisses only with Jack. So loving, but passionate at the same time,

“We both know that love between us can’t happen in these times, but I can say you, that being with you is the best time of my day. Or weeks if you think about leaving me again,” I lightly punch him and that makes to bring his smile back.

“So, anyways, how was your wedding? Did she look nice? White dress, long veil, roses?” I can’t hide excitement in my voice. I love wedding, even if I will never have one. There’s just something about that all that fascinates me.

“Yeah, white dress, veil, roses. Everything. And then there was this kiss and it was…bad…to say the least.”

“Why bad?” I laugh.

“I’m not saying that I don’t like the way women smell, it’s really nice and I have no idea how they do that, but when you fell that smell so close and you think that now your house will smell the same way and you will feel it every day, it’s horrible thing to think about! I can still feel it! I hope she hasn’t done anything with my clothes and I don’t smell like she.”

“No you smell like you,” I smile at him enjoying the moment we’re having.

“You seem to enjoy my torture,” he frowns at me.

“No, I just love the way you tell this. You sound like a little kid complaining about his dinner.”

“Shut up! Get married and then let’s see what you’ll be saying.”

“Find someone in this town who would marry me. It might be difficult,” I crawl back to Jack and position myself in his lap, leaning my back against his chest, “I love how warm you are,” I mumble and close my eyes, feeling his long arms finding their way around my waist.

“Warm? And that’s it?” he whispers in my hair.

“No, but that’s enough for now. You don’t need to know more,” I smile lazily, linking our fingers.
We stay in comfortable silence. Him stroking my hand with his thumb, while I’ve almost fallen asleep. His steady heartbeat helping me to forget about every bad thing that ever happened to me.

“What’s your favorite animal?” he asks from nowhere and making me jump.

“What? Why are you asking me this?”

“I don’t know. I guess, I just don’t know anything about you.”

“And my favorite animal would tell you so much about me,” I say in sarcastic way.

“It’s a start,” he kisses my head, sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay, I’m ready to play your game then,” I squeeze his hand and wait for more serious questions.

Notes

girls night with those two!! I would love to have girls night with them ;D
god, I need to get more sleep -_-
so, yeah...little weekend treat for you my sweeties ^^