Tasting You (part 1)

She knocks on his door, timidly. "Come in" She waits.
"Come In!" She is patient, then he opens the door. "I told you to come in".
"Walking into houses isn't something I do. The door has to be opened".
"A little snobby don't you think?"
A grin graces her lips. She has had her back to him while the conversation happened. He has been taking in the sight of her shoulders covered in smooth white fabric of a plain long sleeved shirt. Underneath is a black bra, unusual for her to be dressed in something that actually reveals underneath her shirt. Her skirt is is knee length and simple brown. Her favorite. Strawberry blond hair is free falling, she prefers to have it so. Pony tails and buns give her headaches.
She is aware he is looking. She can almost feel his eyes carefully skimming her body and her skin gets goose bumps. "Kiss me please"
He laughs. "No" He moves away from the door and moves to walk around her but she turns and shoves hard. The only reason he falls back is because she caught him off guard. "What the..."
She has him pushed against the door. Her smile is gone. "I said please"
"You are joking"
She lets go of her grip on his arms, which if he wanted he would have easily broken out of, but he was still reeling from the surprise. Her hands touch his face, they are cold like usual, and then her lips are on his. She isn't kissing gently. She is forcing herself on him. Her lips are demanding that he reciprocate the action.
He pushes her back, gently. Not wanting to seriously upset her quietly asking, "What the hell...?"
She shrugs and instead of answering or even acting embarrassed she leans in again. This time she kisses his cheek, softer than she did his mouth then pulls back.
"I...I-I think I'm confused"
Another shrug and her hands press him back against the door. No shoving but she isn't being gentle either. He doesn't resist. He is flat against the door looking into gray eyes that look totally demon like. The innocence is gone, and instead there is a fiery, passionate, lusting girl who looks like she is going to eat him alive.
"Hey, stop with.."
Her mouth is on his again, her tongue gently running across the part in his lips. He reacts automatically and lets her in. His eyes close, but his mind doesn't shut off. What the hell is she doing. A different voice now comes in, who cares. Let it happen. NO! This isn't like her... Is it?
Her cool hands slide under his shirt. They move across his skin, freezing and melting everything they touch. His chest, right above his heart is where one hand settles. She pulls back.
"This is going to hurt, but only for a moment." She looks at him seriously. Everything about her is muted and cool, except her eyes and the way she is kissing him.