Unintended

Warning! Today's post is a fictional story containing adult themes. If you think this might offend you, I suggest you stop reading now. -Ziva

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She lost it on the dare.

Her eyes were riveted on his black ones. His face was mere inches from hers, his lips so close they shared the same breath. Sexual tension hung heavy in the air, the warmth of his body affecting her ability to think straight. He spoke without hesitation, and the authority in his voice made her shiver.

“Fuck me.”

Up until that point, they were just two friends having a good time. They had given up on becoming a couple a long time ago. They were friends and co-workers, never lovers, even if she privately regretted it. She was engaged to Joseph now. They loved each other, and they were making it work.

When she’d told him the news, he’d acted strange at first, but then he just seemed to accept it. No declaration of love. No he-is-the-wrong-guy-for-you speech. Nothing. They’d just slipped into a comfortable friendship. Gone were the innuendos, the touches and the flirting. Until today. Until this friendly game of truth or dare.

It had started out innocently enough.

“Truth or dare?” he’d asked, a smile on his lips, his long fingers playing with his wine glass.

“Truth.”

They were sitting on the couch, close to each other, but not too close. He was slouched back, relaxed, and she was mellow and happy from the wine.

“When, where and to whom did you lose it?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me you don’t know the answer to that one. It was Joseph, at a party, when I was seventeen,” she said with a smile. She had the urge to add with the candlestick, but she doubted he’d ever played Clue growing up.

“I knew the answer, I just wanted to start you off with an easy one.” he smiled.

“My turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Same question.”

He chuckled.

“I was fifteen. It was the girl next door and it happened in my own bed.”

To her surprise, she felt a sudden prick of jealousy towards the girl next door. Ignoring the feeling, she took a sip from her wine and continued the game.

“Your turn, I choose truth.”

“Was it worth it?”

She didn’t understand what he meant and probably looked confused, because he continued.

“Losing it to him, at that party. Was it worth it?”

Who was he to ask her that? Annoyed, she turned her head to look at him. His hair was down, brushing his shoulders in silky strands. He was wearing a black t-shirt and washed-out jeans. He looked good enough to eat, and she was suddenly very aware of that. He had an unreadable look in his eyes, and she felt her annoyance melt away.

“No.” I’d rather it had been you.

“Truth.” he said before she could ask.

Suddenly, she needed to know. “Do you ever think about me?”

His answer came immediately. “All the time.”

She felt a shiver run down her spine and regretted asking the question.

“Truth or dare?” he asked, pinning her with his look.

She hesitated. The atmosphere had changed and she wasn’t sure she could, or even wanted to answer another question. His previous answer had stirred up old feelings inside of her. Feelings she thought were gone a long time ago.

“Truth.”

“Do you think about me?”

Of course. “Sometimes.”

“Truth or dare?” She asked, even though she knew she needed to end this game. It was a game she couldn’t win.

“Truth.”

She hesitated. “Why didn’t you say anything when I told you I was going to marry Joseph?”

“I wanted you to make your own decisions. I didn’t want you to give up on the real thing just because you had some stupid crush on me.”

“It was never a stupid crush.” She whispered.

“Then what was it?” he asked softly.

She looked away; overwhelmed by emotion. She was pretty sure the answer to his question was love. She had loved him then and she loved him now and for some reason that broke her heart.

“Truth or dare?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She really wasn’t sure she wanted to play anymore. The game had turned from a friendly game to something else. Something that had nothing to do with her and Joseph and the engagement and had everything to do with her and him and the unexplored feelings she was having towards him.

“Truth.” Her voice sounded strangely far away. She felt like she was watching from somewhere else.

“Are you happy with him?”

Up until an hour ago she had truly believed she was happy with Joseph. They had a nice, comfortable relationship. But now, now she didn’t know what to think anymore. He was awakening feelings inside of her that went beyond mere lust. This was desire on a deeper level. She wanted him, and she wanted him badly. She wanted him not only in her bed, but in her life. In her heart. It was a question she was not ready to answer. So she lied.

“Yes.”

“Liar.” His lips were quirked up in a knowing smile.

“Truth or dare?” She asked, ignoring his accusation.

“Truth.”

“Will your life ever lend itself to a relationship?” She threw his own words back in his face and felt a flash of satisfaction as a brief look of hurt flashed across his face.

“No.” he said, shaking his head. “But I would give it a try.” he added, and she could hear the truth of his words.

She drew a sharp breath, the muscles in her lower abdomen contracting at his words, instant arousal flaring through her body. She was so mad at him, but at the same time, the attraction was eating her alive. He had no right to tell her he’d be willing to try a relationship when she was already engaged to another man.

“Truth or dare.” he asked, daring her to stop the game.

She was scared, angry, nervous and aroused at the same time. She was feeling too much, and she needed to stop this game before things got out of control. Realizing what she’d just thought, she mentally shook her head. Things were already out of control. At least out of her control. She was on the road to disaster, and she didn’t have any brakes. Intellectually, she knew that she could just ask him to leave. Emotionally, she knew that she would never do it. So she played.

“Truth.”

“Do you wish it was me?” he asked, leaning forward, dark eyes never leaving her. “Do you wish it was me who put that ring on your finger? Do you wish it were me in your bed every night? Do you fantasize about it being me?” his voice was rough with something she couldn’t place.

Her breath caught at his question. The images of him in her bed from that one magnificent night were vivid in her head and she felt her breathing turn ragged, lust curling deep in her belly.

“I changed my mind. I choose dare.” She whispered, her voice breaking.

He moved with the grace of a big, dangerous cat. He had her pinned to the couch in a matter of seconds, his hands on either side of her head, his weight pressing her down. Her eyes were riveted on his black ones. His face was mere inches from hers, his lips so close they shared the same breath. Sexual tension hung heavy in the air, the warmth of his body affecting her ability to think straight. He spoke without hesitation, and the authority in his voice made her shiver.

“Fuck me.”

He knew he had her now. He knew she wouldn’t tell him no. She knew now that she had made a mistake when she agreed to marry Joseph. This was where she was meant to be, with him. They were at the point of no return, and she lost it on the dare.

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This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is Unintended. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *

Unintended