… solipsubmissive …

As i sat there, i realized i was very aware of my fingertips.  So sensitive.  i lifted them slightly, then curled my hands closed, so they no longer touched the smooth surface of the table.

They ached.

Deliberately, i focused on his words, on the conversation, forced myself to nod and smile and respond correctly.  Eye contact, hissed a voice in my head.  Regardless, my eyes kept slipping down, away from his eyes, shifting lower.  And i forgot about my aching fingertips for a moment. 

i caught myself leaning in, drawn closer, and the ache was back.  Not just in my fingertips, now, which throbbed with the desire to touch, to skim the delicate surface as lightly as a drifting breeze.  No, now my lips trembled too, parting slightly as my eyes returned again to his lower lip.  A small sigh, really just a whisper of a sound, escaped me.  My eyes lifted, swiftly, to his.  He hadn’t noticed.

Plump, slightly pink, protruding a bit more than its mate to the north, his lower lip drew me, distracted me, enthralled me.  i imagined i could feel the minute pulse push color and life through tiny vessels beneath the skin, and the ache returned, strong and demanding.  i watched it move, form words to which i would need to respond, but all i could imagine was taking his face between my hands, cradling his chin in my palms, and sliding a thumb across that maddening bit of flesh. 

i murmured something then, some appropriate response to a question he asked, then tilted my head and smiled.  In my mind, though, my eyes were asking his for permission, even as i pulled him close and brushed my lips against his, sucking that morsel, that sweet, tender obsession into my mouth.

As our breath mingled, as my hands slid around, into his hair, felt the strands scrape along my questing, aching fingertips, my teeth found purchase in his lower lip.  And i groaned with need, with wanting, with desire.

“Everything okay, elise?”

The sound of my name rolling off his tongue, past his delicious lower lip, and into the air brought me back.  i nodded and smiled, reentered the conversation.

Beneath the table, i rubbed my aching fingertips together again.