Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Jan 15, 2017 17:24:17 GMT -5
Buster's half cracked open eyes widened when he felt a hand rushing up the side of his face. He felt her lips crash into his. Buster's burning cigarette still in his hand as the sweetness of her lips attacked his taste buds. She tasted nice. All he could taste moments ago was dirt and smoke... And blood, but now he tasted the faint hint of a fruity taste on her lips. Buster watched as she pulled away. Her eyes searching his face. Buster hadn't even blown out the smoke from his last puff before she ambushed him. Buster turned his head and blew out a faint stream of clouds that he held in his lungs. She seemed uncomfortable. Like she regretted the action, and tried to change the subject by offering him a gusher. That explains the fruit taste.
Fuck it he thought. He flicked his cigarette across the room. It bounced off a tv monitor mounted by the ceiling. A tiny explosion of embers showering around the cigarette that fell to the carpet, still burning. Buster flicked away his cigarette and immediately turned back to Kennedy. His eyes fell closed as he reached up and seized her face in the palms of his bloody hands. Light smears of red claiming pale parts of her face as he pulled her closer with cupped hands and kissed her again, this time with more vigor. He didn't exactly return the first kiss. He was shocked, but now he was. What was he doing? Why? After everything he's been through? He still loved Taylor, but after all the shit he's been through. He thought he could die. And if he died would he leave this world with no regrets? Buster didn't have an answer to that. He surely could die without having banged one more dame that he had somehow captivated, but he was never good at resisting temptation that's why he was a fucking scumbag. Buster's lips pressed harder into hers. Catching breathes where he could out of the sides of his mouth as he lustfully smothered her with his lips. Buster's ribs now longer hurting as he felt a release of endorphins surging into his addled mind. Point blank he was fucking horny. The girl was cute, that's not why he saved her. He didn't do it because he had an end game. Sometimes shit just happens, and right now shit was happening that he didn't want to put the breaks on. Buster reached up and grabbed the collar of her jacket with both hands. He roughly shoved it off her shoulders and his gripping fingers starting tearing at her shirt as his buried his face in her neck. Buster stood up. Quicker than even he thought he could manage and then he grabbed her wrist. Buster's grip on her wrist was firm and demanding. Buster drug her to her feet. He stumbled back a bit catching his balance on his hobbled leg. His eyes still half open, only a little wider than before. His eyes cold, and serious..... Beside them was a little checkout counter so you could pay for your discrete movies in the back and didn't have to bring them up to the main part of the store to check out. Buster drug her over to it shoved her into it. She ran into it with her stomach, bending her over it. Buster stood behind her tugging at his belt to undo it. His brown eyes never changing. Still staring at her with that blank expression......
Fades to black......