Life Is For Living

After a rather heavy handed cab ride, the couple fell out onto the street, unashamed at being tangled up together so publically. Beatrice grabbed a handful of Jimmy's t-shirt, leading him towards her building with a teasing smile. Jimmy gave no resistance, following her through the revolving door and to the elevator, where their exploration of each other’s bodies continued. Beatrice pulled him into her as the elevator climbed floors, encouraging him to take things further, though he really didn’t need any at this point. The elevator reached her apartment floor far too quickly, and they reluctantly broke away from each other at the interruption. With a finger threaded into his belt loop, the breathless beauty lead her eager catch down the corridor. He wound his arms around her small waist as she fumbled with her key, planting kisses down her neck. As soon as the door was unlocked, they fell through it, excitedly winding themselves back together in passion. There was no offer of coffee, no pleasantries exchanged. There had only ever been one destination from the start, and Beatrice wasted no time in leading Jimmy towards the bedroom.

He followed keenly, still wrapped up in her. The heat from her body, the twinkle in her eye, her fast beating heart; every inch of her was irresistible, and she felt no differently about him. She’d felt the electricity the second she’d seen him. The mischievous glint in his icy eyes had spurred her on, and she’d been captivated by his carefree personality, so similar to her own. As they reached the doorway, Jimmy looped his arms around her, lifting her until she sat against his hips, her legs wrapped around him as she ensnared him in lust. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down, and they broke apart for air. As he settled between her hips, she pulled his t-shirt over his head, running her hands down his chest as soon as it was bare. He followed suit, almost ripping her top in the process, but she didn’t care. She moaned lightly as he kissed at her exposed flesh, trailing down her pale, inked chest. In return, she threaded her fingers into his hair, tugging at it tantalizingly as she pulled him closer into her body with her legs. His touch felt electric against her skin, and she let him caress her with his fingertips and lips until he’d led her into a daze of pure desire. When they could bear the teasing no longer, the rest of their clothes were pulled off in a fumbling rush and tossed to the floor with little trepidation, and they each gave in to their all-consuming lust for each other.

The morning sun peeped in through the windows, breaking Beatrice’s daydream. She’d not yet slept, mostly thanks to last night’s little pink pill that had been embossed with a tiara. Jimmy, on the other hand, was lying beside her, still sleeping soundly. Clearly he could have slept through an earthquake, as Beatrice’s incessant twitching and her tossing and turning had not roused him once. Giving up on bed at the first sign of sunlight, she sat up, swung her legs to the side and stretched. She pulled a tank over her head and some patterned leggings on, and pulled yesterday’s hairstyle out. Her laziness convinced her to only comb through her hair with her fingers, and it only took a few seconds for her to abandon the idea of taking her smudged makeup off. There would be time for all of that later, right now she needed peace. Coming down was a bitch. The cold light of day shined a spotlight on the restless irritability that was creeping in. Scouring the drawer of the coffee table, she found her green, fragrant saviour and fell upon it with keenness. The perfect remedy to take the edge off. Her fingers worked delicately until a neatly rolled joint sat between them, offering its services to her. She picked her way over to her tiny balcony and threw the glass doors open – a little too vigorously, perhaps, but without causing damage. The refreshing morning air breezed around her, enveloping her in a sense of calm. She sat herself sideways in one of the plastic chairs that adorned the enclosed platform, letting her legs dangle over one of the arms. Lighting the joint, she took a deep inhale and dropped her head back as she blew the smoke back out in rings, which were instantly obliterated by the breeze. Slowly but surely, her irritation began to ease and her feet lessened their unbearable restless jiggling.

“Doing a little self-medication there?”
Jimmy's lisped voice cut through the sound of the traffic below. Beatrice leaned back, eyeing him over her shoulder. He stood in just his black jeans, letting the sun glare from his perfect, alabaster skin. Her eyes trailed over his tattoos, taking them in in the new perspective the rays of morning sun offered. His presence before her was enough to send her heart beating wildly out of control again.
“Did you want some?” she asked, trying to keep her cool as she held the joint out to him.
Jimmy shook his head with a smile, “I’m good.”
He took the chair opposite her, leaning back in it to soak up the morning rays. Beatrice watched him curiously as he closed his eyes. This was the Rev. The amazingly talented, incredible drummer of one of her favourite bands. He was sat on her balcony after a night of intimacy, with an ease as if there was nothing to it. She wondered if he knew the effect he was having on her at this moment. He seemed so cool in comparison with her flustered emotions. Perhaps he was used to doing this sort of thing. Perhaps she was just another face in a sea of groupies.
“You want a coffee or something?” she offered, taking another drag to try and combat the butterflies that were fluttering wildly inside. A smirk drifted across his lips, but he kept his eyes closed.
“Coffee before I go would be good,” he concurred, threading his fingers together behind his head as he relaxed. Beatrice let her eyes drag over him one more time before stubbing out the remains of the joint in the ashtray at her feet. Feeling considerably less jittery, she stepped back inside her apartment.
“Sugar? Cream?” she called over her shoulder back to him.
“Neither,” he replied, still unmoving. She threw herself into her task, poring over the coffee machine as she set it to brew his drug of choice. What different planets they were on, she thought to herself in mild amusement. She was trying to wind down from their night, whereas he was picking himself back up, and in a legal way at that… She rolled her eyes at herself, slightly embarrassed that she’d chosen her first impression to one of her idols to be a drug-fuelled hook-up. Still, he hadn’t been complaining. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“Here,” she alerted him to the mug of steaming, black liquid she was holding before him. Jimmy opened one eye lazily to see what she was offering, and reached out for it.
“Thanks,” he smiled, bringing himself back to reality as he accepted it. He nestled it between his fingers and he rested it on one of his knees. He was quite something to behold first thing in the morning. His hair stuck up in every direction and the dark circles under his eyes betrayed him in telling the tale of a late night. Beatrice took her seat opposite him again.
“Not a bad place you have here,” he remarked, enjoying the view that extended over the city.
She smiled in reply, “I guess so. I’ve not lived here long, so I'm still getting used to it. It’s weird to have my own place again after sharing for so long.”
“Where’d you live before?” he asked, sipping at the dark morning nectar as he led the conversation without difficulty.
“Just outside of the city, with Dominic,” she answered, giving him a knowing look as he raised an eyebrow. “We met in high school, started ChemCon together with Tom. We get on great in the band, but he didn’t like living with me one bit.”
He looked up at her inquisitively, and she flashed him a mischievous smile, “He thought I was too ‘wild’.”
“Wild isn’t a bad thing. In fact, I quite like wild,” Jimmy divulged, with a sly smile.
“Mm, I got an idea of that last night,” she replied, brazenly. A slight flush came to both of their cheeks as they almost broached the subject of their night-time activities. Jimmy busied himself with his coffee, though a smirk lingered at the corners of his mouth.
“Your bandmates will be wondering where you disappeared to,” she teased, bringing her legs up and crossing them.
“As will yours,” he replied, with a snicker. He sat up and looked her over, taking in her sun-drenched beauty. Her makeup was smeared, her hair tousled from their night together, but her smile lit up her face with magic, casting a spell over him. What he’d give for a repeat of last night… But he had places to be, as did she, presumably, so he drained his coffee and stood, mug in hand.
“You have to go?” she asked, as though reading his mind. He nodded, slowly.
“I’ve got a bus to get back to,” he replied, tripping over the ‘s’ subtly. Beatrice smiled, taking the mug from his hands as they stepped back into her apartment. He disappeared briefly, returning fully clothed and slightly less dishevelled.
“And an interrogation, no doubt, no matter how much you smooth your hair down,” she smirked, setting down the cup before following him to the door.
“No doubt,” he repeated, giving her a cheeky grin. She placed her hand on the lock, but before her fingers could work the mechanism, she was swept away from it by Jimmy’s hands. He pulled her into a deep kiss, catching her completely off guard. He wasn’t quite sure what had possessed him to do it, but something told him that his and Beatrice’s story was not quite over yet, and he wanted her to know that. He broke away, looking down at the breathless, blinking drummer with a smirk.
“See you around, Bea,” he grinned, letting himself out. She flushed as she watched him saunter down the corridor towards the elevator, leaving her speechless and dizzy, wondering if she’d ever see him again.

Notes

Wham, bam, thank you ma'am.