across my clit. I was wet, and not just from the spray of the shower.
My middle finger pressed against the familiar little nub it had grown to know very well over the years. I let out a small moan, my breathing picking up as my hand increased its pace.
I was climbing as Tristan came to mind, taking me higher. My legs began to shake, the familiar coil building in the pit of my stomach. My eyes opened, unfocused as they stared at the shower head.
Then everything went black.
I blinked against the darkness, my motions stopping. The feeling of water still pelted my skin, so I hadn’t blacked out.
My hand swatted against the shower curtain, sliding it open enough to look out. Everything was dark, not even a sparkle shining through the window from the building across the way or the street below.
I waited another moment, hoping it was just a fluke, but after a while I gave up.
“Fuck!”
I let out a harsh breath and fumbled to turn off the shower. With blind hands, I opened the curtain all the way and felt around for my towel. Once located, I threw it around me and held on to the edge of the claw-foot tub and climbed out.
As I dried off, I tried to recall where I had a flashlight, or anything to help me see in the pitch black. I didn’t even have the moon to help, with the rain still pouring outside. I wrapped the towel around me, tucking the tail end in before feeling around. I stumbled my way through, bumping into furniture, even stubbing my toe more than once as I made my way down the hall to my purse. My cell phone could at least help me find another light source.
I had a few candles strewn about my apartment, and I was pretty sure a flashlight was hiding somewhere in one of the kitchen drawers.
After a precarious journey and knocking over more than one thing, I located my purse where I’d dropped it when I entered. I breathed a sigh of relief when the glow of the screen lit up, breaking through the dark.
With a little illumination, I made my way to the kitchen and began rifling through the drawers. The familiar round shape caught my eye, and I pulled out my one and only flashlight.
I sighed in relief, then switched it to on right when my screen went to sleep.
Nothing. Darkness.
“Fuck.”
I shook it, banged it against my hand, and still nothing. Not that I really thought it would work, but I was desperate. I even took out the batteries and moved them around.
Dead.
They were D batteries, a size I didn’t keep extras of, unlike its AA counterpart.
I whimpered and walked with my makeshift flashlight to where I had a small assortment of candles. My eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark, but it was still a challenge getting around.
I picked up the matchbook and opened it, cursing as I looked inside.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I cried out, my chest tightening.
The booklet was empty.
I had no way to light the candles.
The heel of my hand rubbed against my eyebrow in agitation. What had I been saying earlier? The day could get worse, it seemed.
I had to go to Lena’s—she’d have something to help me. She used to smoke, and always had a lighter or two lying around.
It was the first time ever that I really wished my fireplace hadn’t been closed off and was functional instead of just an architectural feature. They were a liability in old buildings like the one I lived in.
There was no way I was leaving in only my towel, no matter how close her apartment was to mine, so I headed back to my bedroom to change.
Dressing in a simple tank top and lounge pants was even difficult, and I prayed everything was on right. I didn’t bother doing anything to my still wet hair—I was only going to be gone a minute.
I slipped on my house shoes, and with the help of my cell phone, headed out the front door.
My feet made cautious steps down the pitch-black hall, one hand on my salvation light, the other on the wall, keeping me steady. At the rate I was using my phone, it would be dead in no
My middle finger pressed against the familiar little nub it had grown to know very well over the years. I let out a small moan, my breathing picking up as my hand increased its pace.
I was climbing as Tristan came to mind, taking me higher. My legs began to shake, the familiar coil building in the pit of my stomach. My eyes opened, unfocused as they stared at the shower head.
Then everything went black.
I blinked against the darkness, my motions stopping. The feeling of water still pelted my skin, so I hadn’t blacked out.
My hand swatted against the shower curtain, sliding it open enough to look out. Everything was dark, not even a sparkle shining through the window from the building across the way or the street below.
I waited another moment, hoping it was just a fluke, but after a while I gave up.
“Fuck!”
I let out a harsh breath and fumbled to turn off the shower. With blind hands, I opened the curtain all the way and felt around for my towel. Once located, I threw it around me and held on to the edge of the claw-foot tub and climbed out.
As I dried off, I tried to recall where I had a flashlight, or anything to help me see in the pitch black. I didn’t even have the moon to help, with the rain still pouring outside. I wrapped the towel around me, tucking the tail end in before feeling around. I stumbled my way through, bumping into furniture, even stubbing my toe more than once as I made my way down the hall to my purse. My cell phone could at least help me find another light source.
I had a few candles strewn about my apartment, and I was pretty sure a flashlight was hiding somewhere in one of the kitchen drawers.
After a precarious journey and knocking over more than one thing, I located my purse where I’d dropped it when I entered. I breathed a sigh of relief when the glow of the screen lit up, breaking through the dark.
With a little illumination, I made my way to the kitchen and began rifling through the drawers. The familiar round shape caught my eye, and I pulled out my one and only flashlight.
I sighed in relief, then switched it to on right when my screen went to sleep.
Nothing. Darkness.
“Fuck.”
I shook it, banged it against my hand, and still nothing. Not that I really thought it would work, but I was desperate. I even took out the batteries and moved them around.
Dead.
They were D batteries, a size I didn’t keep extras of, unlike its AA counterpart.
I whimpered and walked with my makeshift flashlight to where I had a small assortment of candles. My eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark, but it was still a challenge getting around.
I picked up the matchbook and opened it, cursing as I looked inside.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” I cried out, my chest tightening.
The booklet was empty.
I had no way to light the candles.
The heel of my hand rubbed against my eyebrow in agitation. What had I been saying earlier? The day could get worse, it seemed.
I had to go to Lena’s—she’d have something to help me. She used to smoke, and always had a lighter or two lying around.
It was the first time ever that I really wished my fireplace hadn’t been closed off and was functional instead of just an architectural feature. They were a liability in old buildings like the one I lived in.
There was no way I was leaving in only my towel, no matter how close her apartment was to mine, so I headed back to my bedroom to change.
Dressing in a simple tank top and lounge pants was even difficult, and I prayed everything was on right. I didn’t bother doing anything to my still wet hair—I was only going to be gone a minute.
I slipped on my house shoes, and with the help of my cell phone, headed out the front door.
My feet made cautious steps down the pitch-black hall, one hand on my salvation light, the other on the wall, keeping me steady. At the rate I was using my phone, it would be dead in no
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