Flash Fiction Friday: The Exception
Today’s Brew: Who cares about the coffee. It’s peppermint mocha creamer, yo.
To close out our celebration of Because the Night’s release week, I wanted to repost an oldie but a goodie short piece starring Tristan.
“So you think you can handle me?” My tattooed fantasy stood just inches from me, his eyes soft, wearing a smile that said nothing but danger.
I nodded. I couldn’t speak. I’d played this very moment out so many times in my mind. I’d known just what to say to lure him closer. But it was already a done deal, a negotiation of sorts.
Not what I had imagined so many times before, alone in my house, the car, the shower. You get the picture. What the hell was I doing? I’d only slept with three people in my whole life and here I was, with this larger than life stranger, practically paralyzed.
Now that I was actually here with Tristan Trevosier, my whole body trembled, and I had to clench my teeth together not to fawn over him, profess my love like some pathetic preteen fangirl.
“What’s your name?” His voice was little more than a whisper. He took one more step, close enough to touch my arm. He ran his rough fingers, calloused from playing guitar, down the length of my bare skin. With his other hand, he tipped my chin up to meet his eyes, which burned with every scandalous thought I knew brewed in his soul.
“Andrea.” Why did I feel so shy now? This was what I wanted, wasn’t it?
“Your husband seems like a nice guy.”
My eyes widened. My guard rose like iron gates around my conscious. I shouldn’t be doing this.
But I had to.
“He’s wonderful.” I gulped. “Your girlfriend is okay with this?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“That girl, who was sitting in the room. I’ve seen pictures of you with her online.”
“She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my soulmate.” He smiled, amused. “Like you and your husband, we understand each other. What we have to do.”
My jaw, still in his hand, dropped. I didn’t understand this at all.
“Back to your husband.” His eyes bore into mine so I could look nowhere else. “What doesn’t he do for you?”
We’d been married for six months, this trip to Vegas technically our honeymoon. We’d hardly had a real fight yet. I’d waited longer than my girlfriends to get married, but Brian had made every minute of that wait worth it. Now, here I stood before this Adonis, barely more than a teenager, who had no problem questioning our marriage right after he asked me my name.
“What do you mean?”
“This is your fantasy, right, Andrea?” Tristan cut me off. “I want to make it worth your while. What doesn’t he do for you? Sexually. I don’t give a rat’s ass if he takes out the trash or puts down the toilet seat.”
Despite the electrical charge in the small space between our faces, I couldn’t help but laugh. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “He doesn’t like to go down on me.”
Tristan rolled his eyes. “I’ll never understand why some dudes are so stupid.”
He pushed me against the wall in the small room and sunk to his knees in front of me. I lost my urge to defend Brian’s honor as he pushed up my skirt to my waist and tore my lace panties off of me like they were made from tissue paper. My breath quickened as I stood in front of him. Bare. He only used his hands to part my thigh, kissing my pubic bone before moving down, licking, sucking, teasing. His dark hair tickled my thighs. All my muscles pulsed and sang. His hands and mouth held me steady against the wall, or else I might have fallen on top of him in a crumpled heap.
I wanted to beg him for mercy, but I never wanted him to stop. Sanity was overrated.
In a fluid moment, Tristan rose to his feet, his hands sliding up to the waded fabric at my waist. “Do you understand what Bloodlust is, Andrea?” He breathed into my ear.
I hadn’t expected him to stay in character. But I couldn’t deny it. Something pulled me to him. “I do. That’s why I’m here.”
“You don’t know what it is for me.” He kissed my neck, and I stiffened with nerves. “The blood is what gets people like me off.”
He grazed his sharp teeth against my neck. Weren’t they just part of his costume? He wouldn’t really take it so far and try to bite me, would he?
“It’s real?” I could barely manage the words.
“It’s real. “ I could feel him nod against my neck. “Relax. This is why you’re here.”
I didn’t relax. I froze as he punctured my neck. My mouth opened to scream but nothing came out. As he sucked, I entered an alternate universe, almost a higher consciousness. My muscles softened and all those little things that mattered just second before didn’t matter now.
“Good girl.” He reassured me as he finished. His hands moved back down to my legs, pushing me up against the wall, entering me. My god, was he wearing a condom? The panic seemed separate, like someone else worried about it for me. He sucked on the wounds on my neck as he thrusted in beautiful rhythm, like the musician he was. I exploded, seeing nothing but stars.
Tristan gently put me back down on the floor, back to earth, and adjusted my skirt. He kissed me on my forehead as he adjusted himself, a bizarrely chaste move after what he had just done to me.
“Go back to your husband, Andrea.”
With that, he walked away from me. Shut the door behind him as he left the room. The curtain closed on my fantasy.
Real life awaited. I was terrified.
I dug in my purse for my phone. As I expected, Brian had left me close to a dozen messages. He waited for me at the bar in the lobby. Before I ventured out, I stole a quick glance at myself in my compact mirror. I was still real. My only souvenir to remember my encounter he left me with was two neat little teeth marks.
I peeked out the door into the hallway. Thankfully, everything was well marked and I was able to find my way back out into the Sin City Vampire Club without having to ask for help.
Brian sat alone on a corner stool, happily sipping some concoction out of a plastic skull souvenir cup. His face brightened when he saw me, kissing me in greeting. “So, did you do it?”
How could he be so enthusiastic about this? So casual? After all, it was his big mouth that set the whole thing into motion in the first place. “Hey Tristan, you’re the one that I’d let my wife sleep with. It’s her fantasy.” He had blurted out in the Immortal Dilemma meet and greet line. I had wanted to kill him for saying such a thing until Tristan cocked his eyebrow, looking me up and down, and smiled.
I’m sure he’d spend our time apart texting his buddies at home, bragging about what was going on. How would I ever be able to face our friends?
I’d cheated on my husband. And everyone would want to hear every single detail.
I nodded, climbing up on the stool beside him, wincing at my soreness. I could barely look him in the eye.
“So was it hot? Like real vampire sex?” Brian’s eyes blazed. This still wasn’t real to him.
I pulled my hair away from my neck, revealing the puncture wounds.
He ran his fingers gingerly against the swollen scabby marks. “Wow.” His tone changed a bit as what happened sunk in.
I folded my hands in front of me and stared at them.
“Do you want a drink, babe?”
I shook my head.
“What do you want to do?
“I just want to go back to the room.”
“Okay.” He threw some money up on the bar, leaving his skull cup behind as we slid off our bar stools.
We walked back to our hotel, hand in hand, forever changed from how we arrived.