Spit-take
by HorseMadDreamer
It had been really hot, up until that point.
Maybe it should have gotten
hotter. But... even though I *knew* what
he was going to do, even though
we'd agreed on it in a single glance, my hands turned to ice as we stepped
out onto the floor. I was convinced that
the microphone on my shirt would
pick up the pounding of my heart, and broadcast it to the entire audience.
He put his hands on either side of my face; they were hot, and his palms were
damp. I shouldn't have had time between
that moment and when he kissed me,
but there was a split second -- I could smell the cotton of his shirt -- what
the hell kind of smell was that, for a moment like this?! Or ever, for that
matter.... But then he kissed me. It had to look rushed and hard, to anyone
watching. Yeah. Right. I could hear the screams of the crowd --
appreciative, for the most part. And
Drew's laughter; even though we'd done
it a million times before... for some reason, it still takes him by surprise,
I guess. Meanwhile, I was wondering if my
legs would hold me up any longer.
I had time to wonder if he kissed Pat like this. But just before I could
give in, the moment was broken. And as
Drew did his "spit-take", I copied
Ryan's lead in feigning as much disgust as humanly possible. If they only
knew.....
End