Ficlets

In the heat of the moment in movies, when someone gets pushed up against a wall, it’s one fluid, smooth movement. For me, being cursed with the short gene, it’s interrupted by my neccesity to stand on my tip-toes in order to reach Mike’s lips. Not as suave as I’d like, but maybe charming in a ‘real-world’ sense?
After I pulled away from our short, steamy make-out session, I immediatly turned around and headed for the door. “Sorry, I was just horny,” I murmured. ”...Oh,” he said, obviously still in shock.
I wanted him to know I could do it. I could have a purely physical relationship if that was, in fact, what he truely wanted. I’ve always known I’ve lacked the feminine desire for monogamy and deep emotional connection with the opposite sex. Falling in love, the feeling that you’ve found someone you can’t live without, it’s never been a big deal to me.
Well, at least now it’s not. It was at one point in time. But that was when I was with someone I couldn’t live without. Ever.
But that was Ben.
And this is now.