Lost in thought she gazed at the amber liquid sat in the glass. It always helped to dull her senses, to forget the agony of the hollow feeling that engulfed her. She looked up to notice him staring. Grinning she leaned forward and chucked another card on the pile.

“Blackjack”

He threw his cards down on the table and gave her a look that could kill.

“Get over it Damien. You know I can kick your ass at this game anyday. Pour me another will you.”

Just then the vibration of her phone took her attention. A text.

“Where are you. Ring me.”

The hollowness was about to be sated perhaps. At least for tonight.

~

“Hello”, the voice sounded slightly strained.

“What’s up? I’m out at a mate’s place drinking and playing cards.”

“Are you going to be home soon? I might pop over and see you if that’s okay”

“Yea I’ll be home around midnight. Stay at the front the dogs are out. See you then.”

“Want me to bring anything?”

“No you and your dick will be fine.”

“Cheeky bitch, see you soon.”

~

Damien was sat there watching her. She could see he desperately wanted to say something pertaining to his disgust with her conversation but he didn’t. They had been friends for a few years now. She knew he liked her but he too was a closed book. She downed her whiskey and smiled.

“I’m offskies.”

Two brooding, cold brown eyes stared back at her, “Yeah you go run away and chase your demons. I’ll be fine here”

“Damien darling you do what you need to do, I get what I can when I want it. It works for me. Just leave it please. Anyone would think you’re fucking jealous the way you are reacting. Sheesh”

His body stiffened. “Maybe I am”

Zephyr looked at him slightly surprised. He’d never reacted like this before. He’d been around when she had fuck buddies. No this is silly she thought. She grabbed her things and stuffed them into her bag and got up to leave. Damienpushed his chair aside and moved forward before she could even register what he was doing. He pushed her against the wall, smothering her mouth with his before she could take a breath, his body pushing against hers. His hands holding hers against the wall, no escape. It overwhelmed her. Her senses spinning all she could do was melt into that kiss. Fuck me, why didn’t I kiss him ever before? She could feel his hard body pushing against hers and it took every piece of strength she had not to buckle at the knees.

He released his hold but didn’t move away, instead staring at her intently.

“Don’t go home. Stay here with me.”

“Let me go Damien. That was not fucking cool at all.”She pushed him off her and gathered her things which had dropped to the floor.

She wasn’t angry at him though, secretly pissed off at herself for letting her guard down. Secretly fucked off because what he didn’t know is that one fucking kiss had made her cunt twitch bad. Too many fucking whiskeys to think straight she mused. All she could think off was ripping his clothes off and touching flesh. She needed flesh, craved it. A willing body right here. But this was different, she wasn’t in control. This wasn’t one of those ones she could push aside afterwards and hold at arms length. He would get inside her head and heart and fuck with them. The curiosity was there, she didn’t deny that. Perhaps the hollowness she tried to sate would be vanquished with him. Just maybe it could be different.

She stiffened and pushed him away, head downcast she mumbled something about having to go and escaped out the door. She couldn’t bear to look up and see the hurt in his eyes. The door closed behind her, a sigh of relief and darkness, quiet. The house wasn’t far and the quietness of walking calmed her. Angry at herself for handling that the way she did cursed at herself. Startled she didn’t notice he’d followed her. Two arms grabbed her and spun her around.

“You ain’t fucking running away like you do every other time girl. I meant what I said. Stay with me. I know you better than any of those idiots. Let someone in for once in your life. I’ve had enough of you running away from me every time I get too close. Enough. ”

Arms surrounded her, one snaking up behind her back and grasping a head full of hair, wrenching her head upwards to stare back in those god forsaken eyes that bore through her. He clamped his lips on hers and hungrily kissed her again. This time her knees did buckle. They both dropped to the ground, fumbling at clothes desperate to gain access to each others skin. Groping at each other, drinking each other in. Time had vanished, all that mattered was feeding her hollowness, but this time it was something more. He was hollow too, he needed her as much as she did him.

Every touch set her skin on fire. He spent no time dawdling, with one rip her panties were off and his hand exploring her. Her body had betrayed her once again, the wetness evident to his ministrations. Teeth on skin, nails raking skin, a passion and lust that had been built up for years finally released. Hands exploring each other, between moans and gasps of pleasure.

They lost themselves in one another only to realise that they may just have found what could empty their hollow souls. Two pale bodies fucking on the front lawn of a house, the moon highlighting the flashes of white flesh exposed. Two hungry bodies feeding on one another.

~

A dog barked.

A figure stood restless, waiting by the front door of a house.

Waiting, the only light seen was a small screen on a phone.

He was going to have to sate his needs elsewhere.

She’d found something to fill herself with.

No longer hollow.