Wild Night
He responds surprisingly well - after all, the alcohol has given you a measure of confidence, and despite his faults Jake is rather attractive. He leans up to kiss you, his eyes closed, yours, too. He tastes vaguely of ash, and the playground's sand.
You kiss for a long, long time.
Or so you think. You don't really care. His hands are grasping your arms close to your sides, and you're perched atop him - no one's around to see, and you smile into it. Then you discover, suddenly, that he's not kissing your lips, but your throat. Oh. It comes as a bit of a surprise, like an illusion bursting, but you just figure it's the alcohol.
And then it begins to hurt.
"Hey," you say, "Um, you're hurting me." Or so you try to say, but after a few seconds you realize you didn't make any sound at all. This is beginning to get really creepy - the dull pain turns to a sharp stabbing, and you inhale, but it feels like your breath is blocked by something. There is a lingering coldness and weakness in your fingertips.
You kiss for a long, long time.
Or so you think. You don't really care. His hands are grasping your arms close to your sides, and you're perched atop him - no one's around to see, and you smile into it. Then you discover, suddenly, that he's not kissing your lips, but your throat. Oh. It comes as a bit of a surprise, like an illusion bursting, but you just figure it's the alcohol.
And then it begins to hurt.
"Hey," you say, "Um, you're hurting me." Or so you try to say, but after a few seconds you realize you didn't make any sound at all. This is beginning to get really creepy - the dull pain turns to a sharp stabbing, and you inhale, but it feels like your breath is blocked by something. There is a lingering coldness and weakness in your fingertips.