Leah

There he was, all five foot ten of him. He was leaning against the wire fence, laughing loudly, his just past shoulder length hair moving in the soft breeze. He laughed loudly, his skunk haired friend next to him.
He met my gaze, and I stared back, unperturbed by the hunger in his eyes. Make the first move. I willed. He started to slowly make his way over to me. His chocolate eyes were locked with my ocean blue orbs and I congratulated him. I was a model, and to say I looked good was probably an understatement. I was pale, with fiery red hair. I was a natural redhead, but I had used a bottle to get the colour I desired - bright, eye-popping and loud. By now most guys eyes would be roaming my body. I liked the difference.
'Your eyes are beautiful,' he said softly when he stopped a few metres away. He smelled like mint, and his voice was rough.
'Thank you,' I said, fluttering my eyelashes. I heard my parents call my name, and I immediately reached my arm out and grabbed his forearm and scribbled my number. 'Call me.' I whispered, spinning around and swinging my hips as I walked away.
'Who was that?' My mother demanded when I reached the car. I shrugged.
'Nobody.' To my mother, he was a nobody. We were one of the richest families in town, and anyone who didn't have millionaire status was dirt if you asked my mother.
'I don't want you seeing him again. He's bad news.'
- - -
I had received a phone call from him a few hours ago, telling me to meet him at a recording studio. I was wearing a dress, and I was interested in seeing what was going to happen. I walked into the studio and saw him holding a green guitar, splattered with black paint. His snapback was on his head, and his feet were apart. He was looking intently through the glass at someone. He was nodding his head, and a ticking sound indicating the beat reverberated through the studio. He started playing, a look of concentration on his face. It was beautiful, his finger flying over the strings, plucking and strumming to achieve a different sound. He started headbanging to keep in time with the beat. He finished and met my eyes, sensing that I was standing there and watching him. A smirk crept over his face, his eye shining.
‘Well done.’ I said as he came out of the studio.
‘Thanks,’ he reached out and put his hand on my shoulder lightly. I watched him trail his fingers down, the tattooed skin meeting mine, contrasting with light and dark. He reached my hand and pulled me into a hug, his arms resting lightly on skin, creating goose bumps.
‘Tony, who’s this?’ A man asked, possibly his band mate.
‘Not now, Vic.’ Tony replied. Vic shrugged and went into the studio.
‘Let’s go somewhere more private.’ Tony suggested, leading me through a few corridors. We could hear Vic recording vocals, his high whined vocals echoing down to us. Tony kissed me, pressing me up against the wall. His tongue trailed over my bottom lip and I teased him, refusing entrance. Instead, I nibbled at his bottom lip. He became fed up with this and forced his tongue through, exploring my mouth. I returned the favour a few seconds later. We pulled apart, breathing heavily. Vic had paused his vocals midway through our kiss. I looked up at him, you’re beautiful.
‘Not as beautiful as you,’ Tony said, smiling.
‘Did I say that out loud? Oops.’ I crashed my lips back on his, forcing him to the other side of the corridor. I grabbed his shirt in my hands, threading the fabric around my fingers. I pulled him closer to me. We broke off again, looking into each other’s eyes.
'Fuck with this new beat!' We heard Vic scream, once again recording his vocals.

'You heard the man.' Tony slammed his lips onto mine, backing me up against the wall, hands either side of my face, trapping me. I slipped my hands into the back pockets of his jeans. He growled, breaking the kiss and moving to my neck, sucking and nibbling, leaving tiny marks that would blossom in the morning.

Notes

For Leah Turtle on piercetheveilfanfiction.net
Title cred: Besitos (duh!) - Pierce the Veil