Kisses rarely happened like this. Raquel knew this logically and empirically, but standing out in the rain, her hair slicked back and her fingertips freezing, she realized she didn’t care what she knew.
Thomas’ kiss took her by surprise; they had been walking, looking for a bus to take them back to the El train. They had been at a concert, not realizing that the bus they wanted to take back home stopped long before the concert had. Chicago was like that.
An hour after leaving the bar Raquel was near tears. It was dark; the city had turned from its familiar vistas of closed stores and large warehouses into a quiet suburban street. Raquel had stopped under a bus post and tried calling the CTA number on her cell. The overly cheery automated voice and complex menu system only had her more frustrated. It wanted to know where Raquel was and damn, if she knew where she was she wouldn’t need help. She was tempted to throw her cell phone to the ground in utter defeat, but she had already replaced it once and one hundred and seventy dollars didn’t grow on trees. Even if it did, there weren’t many trees in Chicago.
Near tears she shoved the offending object deep into her purse to ward off the moisture that was everywhere. Thomas suddenly took her face in his hands and tilted it upwards. The touch was gentle and firm all at once. Her brain instantly screamed a thousand messages at once (about 90% of them being what the…?) and somehow the air had been sucked out of her body. Thomas had never been the boyfriend. He’d been the fellow student, the co-worker, the best friend and the safe guy. The guy you go to concerts with and eat deep-dish pizza at Gino’s. He was the guy that stands in the rain with you without complaining. Thomas was that guy! Not the kissing in the rain guy!
Despite the icy cold that twisted around her wet socks and nipped at her toes and despite the continued, oppressive rain Raquel melted into Thomas’ kiss. In an instant the hundreds of voices stopped, they washed away with her tears and all she could feel was Thomas. He must have felt her relax and took it as an open invitation; he slipped his hands down and around her body and pulled her into him. They fit together, as if fashioned that way by a master craftsman. Raquel wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed in his cologne. It made her eyes roll back slightly with the sheer, overwhelming power of its scent. She pressed into Thomas with an automatic need to feel him everywhere.
Gone were the mysterious suburban streets, the rain, and the tears that had threatened to spill over. In their place was Thomas. He kissed as if he could feel her heart sing in his ears. He tasted like cherries and, on further exploration, the rum drink he had earlier at the bar. She sampled and tasted his mouth gently, letting him lead her on the journey. Wrapping fingers in his short, dark hair, she found herself needing to breathe, but not wanting to let go. There were quiet murmurs of pleasure that escaped both of their mouths and a short break as they collectively took a breath before plunging back into the euphoria of the kiss.
A yellow cab drove up slowly and there was a small whirl as the automatic window slid down. “You kids lost?” A voice called from the cab. The voice paused. Realizing he may not have been heard, he called out louder. “Need a ride?”
Raquel’s eyes blinked slowly, as if waking from a dream. She had heard the cab drive up. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice had said, hey idiot there’s a cab, but she didn’t break free from the kiss to investigate the noise. Now, with his second shout, the cab driver had fully awakened her and Thomas.
Thomas broke free slowly, touched his finger to her lips and had then turned and informed the cab driver they would like a ride. Raquel slid into the cab almost reluctantly and visibly cringed when the door closed. Thomas slid his hand over hers and squeezed it causing ripples of warm, euphoria to flood through her body again. She relaxed against the seat as Thomas kissed her again.
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