Closer (Part VI)

“So what’s new with you?” asked The Friend rocking back and forth to the music in his chair.
“Not much, on this end,” she replied offhandedly staring at the ceiling as she spoke. The conversation continued slowly and dispersedly. She and The Friend laughed and conversed at intervals between the music and people coming between them getting more drinks. Between the tidbits of conversation she would caress his arm. Let him know she was there, just let him know. He took one hand and rubbed her other arm, just to let her know. She leaned until she could place her head in the crook between his head and his shoulder. He forgot to shave again. The bristly hairs tickled her cheeks as she rubbed them against his. He turned his head and kissed her forehead slowly, to let it sink in, to make it last. The Friend got up and left them while more people came in mixing and pouring more drinks getting rowdier and rowdier. She kept her eyes glued to the ceiling until he turned her head to look her in the eye. His dark eyes were shivering with emotion. Shivering. Warm. Excited.
“Having fun?” he asked. She nodded.
“I’m here with you, how could it not be fun?” She didn’t know if he was smiling or not because she was still looking into those eyes.
“Same here,” he replied almost in a whisper. That voice. Deep. The voice she loved hearing, it was that voice. Their expressions became more serious and she moved her hands closer and closer towards their bodies with his fingers still intertwined in hers. Closer. His body gave a slight twinge of excitement, in more places than one. She lifted their hands and turned them so they were palm to palm, embracing. Was someone turning down the music? The people moving around and the sloshing drinks became blurs of unintelligible colors. All she saw was him; all she wanted, all she needed.