Blair & Kristi
The way his shirt fit his body like a second skin drew her eye first, but it was the way his muscles flexed in his forearms that did her in. She hadn't seen a man this intense in a very long time. Her eyes studied him, up his arms, over his cuffed sleeves, along the skin-tight fabric.
Kristi could practically feel his arms wrapped around her, flesh to flesh as he held her close. How could one man she thought she had known her whole life, suddenly look like such a stranger. She had never looked at him this way before. Not when he pulled her pig tails in the third grade, or when they had experimented with kissing in middle school or even when they went to the semi-formal dance together just for the hell of it.
But now, on a random day, watching him while he watched someone else, her heart raced and her body ached. How had she not fantasized about him before, braced above her, his flowing black hair tickling her skin. His lips brushing hers as he pounded the breath from her. Not caring if their passion could be heard through the frat house.
In that one moment she knew she'd have to find a way to make those piercing eyes gaze at her with that intensity. But he was watching someone else from across the room. Even though there were others around him, and he was participating in the conversation, he was fixed on the woman sitting on the sofa in the next room. The music blasted and Kristi watched as Blair had the slightest, immerseriable nod to his head.
She looked good tonight. The right summer dress, no panty lines, strappy pump sandals and fresh polished toes. Eyeliner that smudged perfectly for a change and matte finish lipstick that made her natural pout even more pronounced. She had always been one of the guys but on nights like this, most of them noticed her as the woman she really wanted to be. Seemingly all but Blair noticed her.
It didn’t appear that any of the gang had noticed her come in yet, they were all just passing the vodka bottle between them talking smack and cracking jokes. Not being noticed was good in that moment, it gave Kristi a chance to tousle her hair and check her cleavage in the hallway mirror, to drink the shot of whatever was given to her when she walked in the door and to summon up the courage to join the group and attempt to distract Blair from the woman that hadn’t even noticed him.
The bottle passed counter clockwise from frat brother, to friend and finally to Blair. He wrapped his hand around the body of the bottle, took a short drink then used his shirt to clean the neck while he half smiled at the story being told and watched the woman playing with her necklace. This was the moment Kristi chose to seize. Eight steps to the group where she put her hand on a shoulder and waited as the men parted ranks and let her join.
Blair’s stare went from the next room, to Kristi's shoes before lingering up her legs, the hem of her almost too short dress, past her waist and chest and settled on her lips. Like they always did when he looked at her. Close to eye contact, but fixed on that pouty mouth he craved so much. She took two steps into the group and reached her hand out to Blair and the bottle he held. He shifted his eyes to hers and handed her the vodka. He loved that she drank just as hard as he did. Their fingers touched during the bottle transfer, as they always did, but this time the spark seemed to send a jolt of electricity straight to her chest, making her swallow hard before taking the bottle.
He moved a bit to the left making space for her to sit next to him as the chatter in the circle began to elevate again. She eased her body between him and the corner, thighs touching, and his arm lifting to go around her shoulders to make more room. Smooth and natural as it was something he had done a thousand times before. But it had never felt so electric as it did in this moment. Kristi took a long draw off the bottle letting it burn on the way down before cleaning the top with Blairs shirt and passing it back to him.
How did she do this to him? Every time they all congregated at one of these parties, or back at the frat house, hell, even in her childhood home, they ended up next to each other, touching in one way or another but being forced to act as if they were practically siblings. Nonchalant, the way his arm brushed along her breast and kept her close as he draped himself over her. Making sure no one else had the chance to touch her this way. He had already known she was there at the party, something in the air always shifted when she entered the room. And Blair did what he always did, found something to fix his gaze to, to keep from undressing her in his mind. Tonight it was some blond who kept nervously tugging at her necklace. But it kept him from looking into Kristi’s eyes and focusing on that pretty mouth he wanted so much.
Blair took one more quick swig off the top before passing it to the right.
Inspiration: Blair Redford, Actor
