M-Modern Day Blues
#21
The music continued to evolve around them and he was pleased at her response. Not once during the dance did his usually very wandering hands travel any further than her waist, even though he really wanted to get a feel of those hidden cheeks of hers. But today he wasn’t going to push his luck that far. He gave her a soft smile, letting his thumbs rub the material along her back softly enjoying having her molded to his form. Oh she had curves, something he was lucky enough now to figure out, that she was pressed right against him. It was oddly thrilling to find such a treasure like he had.

The song was starting to finish, and he felt it finishing way too soon for his enjoyment. His eyes had been locked on hers the entire dance and he felt a sudden quickening freight over the ending of the song. The marine didn’t want to let her go, didn’t want to never see her again and he was very much afraid that after tonight he never would. No something must be done, but the only thing he knew to do with such little time, and it was really the only thing he had wanted to do since the dance had started was the only course of action.

Saluce smiled and bent down again, almost to whisper in her ear but at the last moment his head moved in front of hers, leaning down still further still trying to plant a kiss a long those lips of hers.
#22
Swaying to the music, listening to its soft tune and slow beat, moving in time to his body and feeling his warmth envelope her and surround the two in their own little bubble, oblivious to those who looked upon them with curious and not so pleasant eyes. Never before had she allowed her self to be so close to another and with each passing beat of the music her guard began to fall bit by bit. This was so new; not the dancing, but the interacting so intimately with another and yet she felt at ease and happy, thoroughly enjoying herself. But all good things have to come to an end and the song seemed to be gradually reaching it’s finally.

When the song was over, she’d leave and continue on with her simple life; yes, she’d had fun, but she would never allow herself to be some weak girl who needed, depended upon some guy, no, she’d rather slit her own throat before she allowed something as horrifying as that. It was a serious complex of hers, being weak and overly feminine; depending upon a male and deserting others for a guy. Her own mother had abandoned her to the care system to run after some guy and since then she’d sworn she’d never do the same and had grown to despise the fact she herself was female like her mother. That was why she dressed and behaved the way she did.

Hearing the tune fade away and gradually come to its end, she begun to prepare and excuse so that she could leave. She felt him move, a subtle shift along his form and she looked up into his eyes expecting him to whisper in her ear once more. But once more he surprised her and before her mind had processed what was happening she found his lips upon hers and froze on the spot, her mind completely closing down upon itself.

Seconds passed and all she could do was stand their like a plank, as the gears in her mind suddenly began to work a fury filled her. Raised her arms, she placed upon palms upon his chest and shoved in an attempt to move him. The end result was feeble, her body not wanting to respond, simply wanting to curly up into a ball and not think of what had just happened.

Open her eyes, she tried her mighty best to glare at him and pulled her head away from his. A small, irrational part of her mind complaining about ending the moment. “Do you take me for some fool? S’all a game? Pick on the ‘transgendered faggot’ huh?! God, I’m such a fool!” her voice didn’t rise, for fear of attracting more attention, but the way she spoke indicated to her rising anger. Towards the end she was shaking her head slowly from side to side, somewhat in shock.
#23
It went exactly as he figured it would, awkward and her temper firing off just as quickly as it ended. God he found himself becoming more and more drawn to her fiery personality by the moment but he sensed a bit of hurt on her. He’d seen untold horrors, had friends blown to pieces in front of him but her actions seemed to bring a surge of hurt in him. It was after all his own words she was using against him.

Finally his arms left her, not finding anything to say. There was no story book ending here, he simply just couldn’t figure out that this one woman was getting under his skin so easily and he couldn’t simply just let her go. But it seemed that was exactly what he was going to have to do. He looked her over and her own conflict written plainly across her.

“I’m sorry, we should just part ways,” after all he didn’t live here, didn’t have a job or even place to stay. Hell his plane ticket had he flying out tomorrow to Denver, what had he expected to happen tonight? He sighed as his lingering fingers left her form and he returned to his seat and down his remaining whiskey. Saluce gave the bartender a nod, his drinks where supposed to have been on the house but a hundred dollar bill was sat under the glass.

“Donate it to the Local Veteran’s club,” where his own instructions, as he started walking out of the bar.


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