Aida Zabidi
He smiled. 

She smiled.

"Seduction starts in the head, you know. We could be in the biggest, busiest building in the middle of town, but our eyes would meet, and you would know exactly what I wanted and exactly what you wanted, and the world would shrink down to that moment when our eyes connected and it would just be you and me, just the two of us."

"You expect a lot of yourself. What do you have that the others don't?"

He could hear the smile in her voice. She had always been the realist, the cynic of sorts. In all the years he had known her, he had watched her gently reject her suitors, the ones who were lucky enough to get close to her, the times where she occasionally lowered those defences.

"Humour baby," he laughed self-deprecatingly. "And the promise that you would always walk away satisfied."

"Sex is merely a physical thing," she pointed out, tapping her lacquered finger on the table. 

"Who said anything about sex?"

"Touche," she laughed, acknowledging his point, enjoying the verbal sparring.

"I wouldn't say no, though," he smiled. "But it wouldn't just be about sex. It would be about seduction, and with you, it would be about a lifelong attempt."

"Now how would you differentiate that from merely trying to get me into bed?"

He had to drag his mind away from the image of the two of them, entangled, entwined, meshed together in passion like one of those wonderfully artistic sex scenes in European movies that bordered on soft porn, but managed to get away with so much because it was all 'artistic'.

"Because it's all in the head. Because when we're together, we could be all that we need; it would be you and me, baby, and no one else needs to exist.

Like I said, it could be the biggest, busiest building in town, but our eyes would meet, and you would know exactly what I was thinking and I would know exactly what you wanted, and the world would shrink down to that moment where your heart is beating in your ears, and iT would just be you and me, just the two of us."

"I'm a high maintenance kind of girl," she warned, and he knew he had her hooked. 

"I'm the kind of guy who would give you his all, because I'm a fool in love. The best kind of fool anyway."

"There are no fools, only ones who blind themselves to their choices," she murmured gently, and her saw a glimpse of something in her eyes and for that moment, his composure wavered and he wondered if he was truly doing the right thing, or setting himself up for the pain, just like those other Joes.

Then she smiled and he smiled, and he thought, "Oh heck. We all long to ride off into the sunset."

And she would be his sunset. At least as long as she allowed him to be.

5 Responses
  1. Fly too close to the sun and those wax wings begin to come undone. Nice story.


  2. you are good, baby!!

    siyes dh jadi novel :)


  3. NJB Says:

    u missed out the part on where and how can i reenact this?


  4. Mana button like, Aida?
    (;


  5. Thanks guys. :)

    @Nat - Icarus! Haven't recalled that story in awhile.

    @Njb - LOL, anywhere you want. You've just got to find the right girl. Hmm. Would be interesting dropping that line on someone. You should try one day. See what sort of response you get. And then tell me all about it!!


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