*****

Standing in the corner of the pub, holding my drink. Look up. The pub's pretty crowded, and loud. It's late. Catch his eye from across the room. I know he's looking right at me, gaze seemingly casual, appraising me.

Walk through the crowd, stop in front of him. "You were looking at me."

"I was." He remarks lazily. "And?"

"I was wondering what you wanted."

"Nothing much."

"What's nothing much?"

"Merely something, Ethan." He smiles slightly, sips from his glass.

* * *

Step into the darkness of his place, he flicks a switch that turns on a low light in the corner. Enough to illuminate a little and ensure we don't bump into anything. Turns to me, reaching out a hand to tilt my chin up, then strokes down my side to my hip. The other hand joins it, pulls me closer. Grins and kisses me softly, then harder. Respond in kind, running my hands up his back in slow circles, then coming back down to rest on his bum. Feel another grin against my lips.

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave

Somehow, all our clothes come off as we stumble backwards to the bedroom. I'm still slightly amazed at that, because I remember feeling hands and pelvises together and not actually allowing my mouth to leave his. Don't actually remember utilising any of those to remove irritating clothing. Stranger things have happened, but I'm not really complaining about this turn of events.

In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave

Encounter the bed by hitting it with my legs, land on it, laughing slightly. He raises himself up on his elbows to look at me. "You're sure you want this."

Reach up to rub my finger across his lips, then caress his face. "I doubt I could find it in me to say no." Draw him back down into a kiss that leaves no uncertainty of my preferences for this encounter's course of action.

I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

Morning. Light's starting to stream in through his curtains, muddying the room with its greyness. Lie next to him, propped up on one elbow, watching him sleep. Wonder if he knows just how spellbound he's got me? How tied to him I've always been. Slip out of the bed, get dressed, pause at the door, taking one last look. Be seeing you, Ripper.

In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to die
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

END