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R holds me by my bicep, leading me into his home which is an abandoned plane a few kilometres away from the airport, a bit too isolated for my taste. He lets me go in first, and as I step in the cabin, I see his trinkets and various oddities; I shiver at the thought of how he’s acquired his collection. R follows behind, closing the door shut. I tentatively walk through the aisles, examining the countless souvenirs. A few watches, chains of necklaces intertwine, the colourful charms stained with crimson red. The cabin has a faint sickly sweet odor similar to metallic.
I turn my attention to his vinyl collection, ranging from the 60’s, abruptly ending late 90’s. I assume his stunted music collection is because of his death. R notices my staring and picks out an album. “Favourite..” he taps lightly at the cover, it’s the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever. I smile softly, I haven’t seen such a familiar album since the end of the world. “Wow, you have great taste, R.” His name rolls off my tongue so naturally, I feel my cheeks warm up as I avert his gaze.
From my peripheral, R cracks ever so slightly a smile. He sets down the vinyl on the player, gently placing the needle on the grooves as it spins. I hear the melody of Night Fever start to echo through the cabin, and he reaches out to hold my hands, turning me to face him.
His touch is oddly room temperature, a contrast to my body warming up quite quickly. R’s calloused fingers intertwines with mine, I’m a bit hesitant to fully let down my guard, it doesn’t go unnoticed by his sultry silver eyes. “You’re safe.. with me..” R reassures me, my body starting to loosen up and our bodies just inches away from each other as we sway, dancing gently to the rhythm.
He examines my features, it’s painfully obvious when he’s staring. His eyes drop to my neck, my t-shirt just covers my collarbone. R leans closer, just centimetres away from my skin, his hands gripping mine tighter.
He places my hand on his waist, and with his free hand he softly tucks my hair behind my ear, his fingers ghost past my skin. His hand cups my jaw, his metallic eyes shifting into a pale baby blue, those piercing eyes bore into mine.
R turns his head slightly, leaning in; I feel his lips collide with mine, pulling me in closer. His hand on my waist slithers to the back of my head, delicately grabbing a fistful of my hair and softly pulls at my hair so I look up at him, his kiss deepening.
Amorously, R prys away and pulls me down to the ground, his hand on my back goes to cup my jaw. He climbs on top of me, straddling me by my waist. Letting go of my hair, he tugs at the collar of my t-shirt and kisses my collarbone, trailing to my throat, tilting my head slightly to the side and pecks at my jawline.