Crystal eventually nodded, looking at the UFC fighter. She couldn’t quite understand him. One minute he was quiet, with a stone cold expression, but now he seemed gentle and flirtatious. Biting her lip, she followed him as he navigated his way out of the building until they were outside once more.
The sun was shining with its midmorning glory, making the blonde highlights in Crystal’s hair and the sequins on her bra shine. Scott however, paid no mind to these small details as he got on his bike, holding out his helmet to the girl. She took it, putting it on before getting comfortable against him, wrapping her arms around his strong torso once more.
After she told him her address, they were riding along the interstate, the wind crashing into their bent over bodies. Crystal felt adrenaline course through her body as she felt the speed of their movement much more pronounced than when she traveled in a car. She smiled, enjoying the sense of adventure it instilled in the pit of her stomach.
By the time Scott pulled up to her house, she was sad to let him go. She had grown so comfortable with her body pressed into his that she didn’t want to get off the bike. But when the awkwardness of idleness settled between them, she felt the need to move.
She stood there a moment, before handing back his helmet. He took it with a longing in his eyes as they swept over her body. As he did this, Crystal looked at his face. Her eyes soon caught the sight of a thin line of crimson making its way down his cheek. “You’re hurt…” She whispered, gently reaching out and touching his cheek.
He didn’t move as her fingers ran over the tender area on his face. “Last week, someone got me good. It hasn’t healed properly since.” He explained, shrugging it off like it was no big deal.
“I see… well if you come inside… I can get you a Band-Aid or something.” She said, her blue eyes searching his. Her offer had a dual purpose. On one hand, she really did want to take care of his injury, on the other, she wanted to keep him close for just a moment longer. He thought about it for a bit, before nodding, not seeing the harm in entering this girl’s home for a minute.
She smiled, walking toward the door, only to curse under her breath. “Shoot… my keys were in my purse… which those jerks took of course…” Scott looked at her for a moment.
“Any open windows?” He asked her suddenly. She looked at him curiously.
“No…” Scott sighed before he pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a pocket knife with a multitude of different extensions. Leaning down, he looked at the lock, fiddling with it, using a thick needle like attachment to jimmy the lock. With a push of his shoulder against the door, it swung open.
“How did you do that?” Crystal asked, surprised.
“Practice,” he said simply, walking into the house, without further instruction from her part.
Chapter 5
“Well isn’t it comforting to know someone can break into my home in less than five minutes…” Crystal whispered before walking into her home. Scott was already making himself comfortable, sitting on the counter, his legs swinging as he took a bite out of a peach that was lying in the fruit basket nearby.
Crystal stared at him a little shocked that he would be so brass, but nevertheless as she looked at the thin line of blood still clinging to his cheek, she ventured into the bathroom. She grabbed a bandage and a little antiseptic spray, before walking back over to him, entering the kitchen, her heels clicking loudly against the tile floor.
Scott kept his eyes glued to her, watching her every move as her nimble fingers started to peel the backing of the bandage. “This might sting.” She suddenly said, spraying his cut. Once again he didn’t flinch, confirming Crystal’s assumption that he had a high pain tolerance. Slowly she started to dab at his cheek, trying to be gentle as she cleaned off the blood.
As she focused on her task, she didn’t notice their faces naturally gravitating towards each other. “Crystal…” Scott’s rough voice whispered softly, giving it a husky consistency. Crystal looked up, a little surprised. As she did, their eyes locked and their lips were inches apart, their breaths mingling together in the small gap that denied them a kiss.
Scott however, destroyed this gap by leaning forward, forcing their lips together as his hands rested on the back of her head, his fingers tangling into her soft hair, pulling it ever so slightly as the kiss intensified. Crystal, by nature and desire, found herself quickly kissing back, moving closer to the counter, until she was standing between his legs.
“Let’s flip things around, shall we?” Scott said, after breaking away from the kiss. He jumped down and an instant later his hands were on Crystal’s hips, hoisting her onto the counter. He sat her down before getting between her legs, pulling her face to his once more, kissing her deeply. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly, pulling him closer as her arms met behind his neck, their kiss turning into a full out make-out session.