Assignment #2 – Smoke and Fire

The assignment was to pick a story from round one and write what happens next,

I chose “Living Fever”:

Smoke drifted from her ripped Columbia sweatshirt that didn’t reach far enough down her bare hips. Wisps of moisture steamed from her thighs into the chill night. I offered her my Edgar Allan Poe throw as firetrucks wailed to the apartments. She wreathed it around us both, and smiled.

From that, I wrote “Smoke and Fire” (which had to be 100-125 words):

I tossed her my pair of Tetris block leggings. When she pulled them up, I tried to look away but I got a flash of her rose-colored thong.

She pulled at the shirt. “It’s just us girls?” The ripped, smoke-stained garment hit the nearby trash can. The bra underneath didn’t match her panties. Did it ever when you weren’t expecting… Whatever this was?

Liv stepped over to me.“I wanted to thank you for keeping me warm and offering your futon.”

I tried to wave it off, but she wove through my arms and kissed me, pale pink lips on my dark purple. Lipstick I’d put on to go clubbing.

I’d never been so glad to miss the boots and cats and boots and cats.  

I know some people didn’t get the last sentence. If I were to rewrite this without word count restrictions it would have gone something like this: 

We dashed out of the chilly night air from where the firefighters had done their work. Her apartment was a wreck, but mine was in an adjacent building, untouched by fire. My living room was sparse – the decor of a college student living on financial aid, but it was warm, dry, and smoke-free.

She stood there in nothing but her ripped sweatshirt, shivering under my blanket, a timid smile on her face.

I tossed her my pair of Tetris block leggings from the hamper of clean, unfolded laundry on my futon.

She caught them easily and when she pulled them up, I tried to look away but I got a flash of her rose-colored thong.

She pulled at the shirt. “It’s just us girls?” I didn’t have time to nod as the ripped, smoke-stained garment hit the nearby trash can. The bra underneath didn’t match her panties. Did it ever when you weren’t expecting… Whatever this was? Or was going to be?

Liv stepped over to me.“I wanted to thank you for keeping me warm and offering your futon.”

I tried to wave it off, but she wove through my arms and kissed me, pale pink lips on my dark purple. Lipstick I’d put on to go clubbing.

Her bra pressed against my shirt and as our kiss deepened, she pulled the long-tailed tee off over my rainbow colored hair. My bare tits brushed her satin cups. We moaned into each other’s mouths.

I pushed her down onto the futon and she knocked over the hamper of clothes. Our bodies entwined on the cheap fabric cushion. My leggings made the reverse journey over her legs, the rose thong as wet and inextricably joined to the Tetris blocks as our thighs were to each others.

The bra flew across the room, knocking over my collection of Poe inspired Funkos. The beating of her heart against my ear as I licked and sucked her skin was a telltale of how the rest of our evening went. I’d never been so glad to miss the boots and cats and boots and cats of the dance hall beat.   

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