"Drink," Laura ordered her tremulous lover. Stasia brought the bottle to her lips for a calming sip. Laura then lifted her leg. "Now eat."
With a glance down the hallway, Stasia knelt before the well scavenged banquet. Laura lit her Parliament as she felt a familiar tongue glide across her lips. A thudding above roused their attention and soon took shape as footsteps. Stasia looked up with petrified eyes. "Please..." Laura only smiled, firmly returned Stasia's head to its place, and took another drag. For Laura, without the threat, there is no thrill. The rush of risk and papillae caress set ablaze her blood.
"Hurry," Laura commanded as the deep echo of the steps swelled. Stasia's tongue desperately hastened. As the metronome continued, she could feel Laura edging closer. Suddenly the stairs creaked and Laura shrieked, drowning her gasping mate. In the detached silence that followed, Laura drew her lover up, covered her face in smoke, and kissed her deeply, enjoying the nicotine blended with her juices. Only in breaking their kiss did they see the blue-uniformed man approach.
"Just what do you think you're doing?"
The girls froze, their skin blushed and mouths agape, unable to reply to the cop. The stern officer continued,
"Don't you know that smoking is prohibited in this building? Extinguish your cigarette immediately."
Laura grabbed the bottle and dropped her cigarette into the wine.
"Okay then, have a nice evening," the officer said, then turned and continued his patrol.
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Your challenge for this Friday, 11-19-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 150-180 words. Your required phrase to use in your submission: "...the stairs creaked..."Credits: