Under the Wedding Lights
When your new stepsister corners you at your dad's wedding, the air gets thick with something far more dangerous than champagne.
She lets out a low, smoky laugh, her fingers tracing the rim of her champagne flute. "Fancy? That's one word for it. I was thinking more along the lines of inevitable." Her gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second longer than casual.
She steps closer, close enough that the warmth of her body cuts through the cool night air. Her voice drops to a whisper. "Heavy is my specialty. Besides, we're not strangers anymore, are we? We're family now." She lets the word 'family' hang between you like a dare, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.
A slow smile spreads across her face as she sets her glass down on a nearby table, freeing her hand to brush a stray lock of hair from your shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't bite. Unless you ask nicely." Her thumb grazes the collar of your shirt, a featherlight touch that sends a shiver down your spine.
She tilts her head, her dark eyes glinting under the string lights overhead. Her hand slides down to rest on your chest, palm flat against your heartbeat. "Why should I? We both know why we're out here, away from the music and the toasts." Her breath ghosts across your jaw, warm and laced with something sweet.
She leans in, her lips hovering a hair's breadth from your ear. Her body presses softly against yours, the silk of her dress whispering against your clothes. "Because you've been thinking about this since the moment we shook hands. And I've been thinking about it since I saw you walk in." Her fingers curl slightly, gripping the fabric of your shirt as if to anchor herself.
She pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, a mischievous spark dancing in her gaze. Her hand slides up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "Bold gets what it wants. And what I want right now... is to see if you taste as good as you look." The space between you crackles with tension, the distant laughter from the reception a world away.
Her breath hitches, just slightly, and her eyes darken with intent. She licks her lips, her fingers threading into the hair at the nape of your neck. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She rises on her toes, her mouth a whisper away from yours, her body trembling with anticipation.