April Song Flash Fiction

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This month’s song flash fiction is Dive by Ed Sheeran. I hadn’t heard the song before now, but I love it. It brought a whole scene to mind between two of my favorite people, Cara and Spencer.

Oh, if you’ve never heard the song, take a listen. Now onto the flash.

Spencer leaned back in his chair and watched Cara move her way across the crowded bar. She stopped to smile and speak to someone. Damn, she was so beautiful. Not just outside, which was evident with her long fall of blonde hair, big blue eyes and a body that got him hard just thinking about her. No, she was beautiful inside too. Smart, funny, caring…what the fuck was she doing with him?

He was a tattoo artist, biker, with a record. She was a fucking Ph.D. with an amazing career. No two people were so wrong for each other and yet here he was, on a date with her. Him on a date. He didn’t date. He fucked and moved on. He just hadn’t managed that with Cara. And he was in deep, too deep. He’d never felt for anyone what he felt for her. Obviously, since they were dating. The big mystery was how she felt about him.

He knew she liked what they did in bed. He didn’t have any doubts since she was very vocal, which he loved. Hell, they’d spent all day in bed and were only out because there wasn’t any food at his apartment. She wasn’t bothered about being seen with him either, but that didn’t mean anything. And when did he get to be such a pussy? Sitting here wondering if a woman was into him wasn’t something Spencer did. Ever.

Cara slid into the chair next to him and smiled. “I love this place.”

Spencer looked around The Pit and was forced to smile. Only she would like the hole in the wall bar he frequented. Shit, she’d managed to make friends with a lot of the regulars too. That was hard to do, since a lot of the people were hard asses who didn’t like many people. Yet, she’d managed it.

“Oh,” she said, “I love this song.”

Spencer listened but didn’t recognize the song. Didn’t matter since it was slow and he wanted to hold Cara, needed to hold her. Standing he pulled her into his arms and began to move.

“I don’t know it,” he murmured in her ear.

“It’s called Dive by Ed Sheerhan.”

Her breath was warm against his skin and he tightened his arms around her. Her body moved with his and he wished they were back at his apartment so he could strip her down and feel her skin against his.

“You should stay tonight,” he said, surprising himself. He never, ever invited a woman to sleep at his place. Shit, he didn’t bring women back to his bed at all. He preferred to go to their house so he could leave when he wanted. Cara was the only woman he’d ever had in his bed. The only woman he wanted in his bed.

“I’d like that.”

“Why?”

It had popped out, just like the request for her to stay, but he needed to know.

“Why what? Why do I want to stay?”

“Fuck, darlin, why are you even here with me? Yeah, the sex is amazing, but you and I don’t make sense.”

She looked up at him for a long moment. “I like you. I like you a lot. And I think we make sense. On the surface, maybe not, but that’s just looks. Deep down, we have a lot in common. I think we have something good, Spencer. I want to see where it goes.”

The knot in his gut, the knot he hadn’t even noticed, unfurled.

“I’m pushing, aren’t I?” Cara said. “I’m sorry. I know you said you wanted casual. So, yeah, casual.” She pulled out of his arms. “I need to go.”

Spencer took her hand and pulled her back into his arms. “I don’t want you to go. I want you to come home with me. Stay with me, Cara.”

He took her lips in a kiss that started out as something sweet but didn’t stay that way. By the time she pulled away they were both panting and staring at each other.

“Are you ready to go home?” he asked, his voice gruff.

She licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, take me home, Spencer.”

 

Bronwyn     Siobhan     Mark

 

 

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