Thread: Love Thy Neighbor (Albedo x Frogger)

Breast dinners? It looks like the wine is leading to slurred speech...or in this case, wrong words, Kyra thought with a smile. Her eyes soft, the green pair luminous in the candlelight, she let out a long sigh. Youre asking when was my boyfriend was here last? Well Now thinking back, it has been quite some time...maybe four, five weeks ago. At this realization her loneliness flowed into her features, darkening the color of her eyes, and tugging on the smile she had on her smiling pink lips. Maybe I am not satisfying him anymore...she thought, already going over the possibilities of why. John must have found another woman...younger, prettier...maybe with the same interests he has or is willing to do anything he asks Her fingers curled into her jeans, nails biting through the denim and sinking into her skin underneath. Why? Why cant things just go back to the way they were? Was things here really that difficult? O-Oh, I...Im sorry, I got lost in my thoughts for a moment there Kyra started laughing, flashing him an awkward smile. That happens at times I dont mind any disrespect. Um, the answer to your question...is that I havent seen him in four weeks...perhaps even five. It hardly feels like a relationship anymoreand I just...wonder why I still try. Her expression full of sadness and longing, she started playing with the edge of her napkin, just folding it this way and that. Have you ever been in that sort of relationship...where you feel as though youre the one making all the effort? That you are the only one who really cares anymore? Those eyes peeked up at him through a veil of red, questions swirling within those depths. Kyra didnt know why she was asking him. Maybe it was because of this moment in time, where he is eating the food prepared, and taking the time to know her better...or maybe its because she was upset with John...but either way, she asked, and now she was waiting for an answer. Of course, what answer could a seventeen-year-old boy provide? The question is fairly profound...not to mention hes probably never been in that sort of situation before. Now that she thinks about it...why did she speak up, and ask him? Embarrassment creeping up inside her chest, the young woman bit her lip, lowering her gaze to the tablecloth, and the romantic elements she so painstakingly prepared earlier in the day. Um...on second thought, dont worry about it. I really shouldnt be bothering you with my problems Kyra picked up the bottle, pouring herself another glass of wine, peach liquid splashing about inside her glass. Once she did this, she drank it down, not really caring what kind of impression this could give the next door neighbors son. When the glass was set back down on the table, her lips were glistening wet, just gift-wrapping the temptation before him. Her fingers wiped at her mouth, doing nothing to lessen the effect. Kyra started picking up dirty dishes, cleaning off the table, her body moving sensuously, though it wasnt done consciously. Why dont you go sit down in the living room, while I wash the dishes? It shouldnt take too long...and Im sure that youd rather be watching TV then doing anything like that. Her smile playful, eyes once again bright, she rubbed his shoulder for just a moment, before heading back into the kitchen. Her hips swayed back and forth...back and forth with every step she made. Go ahead. I dont mind cleaning up the mess I made, so go ahead and relax. Ill be done in a little bit. I can join you, and then maybe we can watch something together How does that sound? A smile was flashed in his direction over her shoulder, a tumbling wave of red, ivory, gold and bronze crackling under the light.