The only sounds are those that come from us, they fill the night air. The slick leather unnaturally warm

against my skin, each breath taken hiding us from the outside world. Her breathe moving across my skin, her tongue tracing those circular paths along my neck. The slight sting of her nails on my sides as she holds me in place, the rough texture of her jeans driving me crazy as she moves closer to me. The rushing heat coursing through my body, that aching need for her driving me insane.

Her skin soft smooth, the ragged outline of a scar on her back and I wonder what it’s from. The taste of her mouth, sweet with the faint taste of the cigarette, her tongue and mine. The way she pulls away just enough to make me follow, god I love the smell of her. My fingers fumbling with the zipper on her pants, her laughter clouding my head.

“Need some help,” her mouth on mine makes my body burn.

My hands shaking as she kisses down my neck, swirling that evil tongue of hers against each breast. When those long fingers move, filling my very soul with the way her eyes cloud with a thick smoke how her breathe comes ragged in large gasps. The movement of our bodies, the lost thoughts from long ago floating through my head. I wonder what would happen if we never leave this place, if I could drown in this sea of stars that surrounds us. That wave flooding all my senses, her gaze falling on me, her eyes flaming into a brilliant emerald fire. My heart pounding, the quiet release taking over my body and it lingers with her kiss.

Her eyes closed, her hand still on my back pulling me into her. The fiery trails her lips create as she lays me down on the seat, the hard cold plastic of the seat buckle jutting into my side. She hovers over me, her cross hanging from her neck, she doesn’t move. The cross smooth and small in my hand, the airy space between us causing my nerves to burn for the touch of her. That small smile, the outline of her abs, a thin scar her breast so perfect.