Down

The clock ticked, she was late. Something he knew was going to happen anyway. He lit his third cigarette now, taking in the tobacco slowly. The city shimmered in his eyes and the ocean seemed to be expecting something, like his twitching nerves. Still in his blazer, he poured some scotch and let the smoke waft in the air. The conditioner was at full blast yet the room seemed hot. It was mostly his nerves acting on him. What seemed an eternity later, the door creaked and he smelled what was probably still holding his thoughts at bay, the sweet smell of lilies and a silhouette against the light emanating from the hallway.

She came in, smiling, touching her hair as she always did before coming up with something mischievous.

"Waited long, did ya?"

"I am a stickler for the watch, you know that"

She came forward and kissed his stubble, rough from his day job. He smelled like the cold breeze on a rainy damp evening, refreshing yet without a real distinction. She, in her maroon dress, arching over her heels and black earrings, fresh like a bunch of freshly picked lilies. Something that she put on only when he was in town. Yes, he was a little special.

"You didn't pour one for me? Three months and you've forgotten how you treat a lady?"

A wry smile covered his jawline, broad like an Olympic boxer, and arched into his cheeks; covered under his two day old stubble, the kind of beard she approved of.

Didn't even really wanna go

But if you get me out, you get a show

There's so many bodies on the floor, so

Baby, we should go and add some more

Are you down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

Down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

She threw her sling bag on the couch, right next to his leather bag. They didn't touch each other's bag: that was one of the ground rules they had come up with long back. She stretched her hands and looking the burning stick out of his hands and took a puff. Tobacco eased her muscles. He was still engrossed with the city lights, slowly sipping his scotch; neat with some ice. Both of them were used to their own patterns; and to each other's.

He slowly removed his blazer, now smelling like a smoker's rag and threw it again on the same couch. The couch was going to handle some weight tonight.

She puffed the last drags out of the cigarette. Her head felt a little lighter, and her shoulders a little heavy from his hand's weight. She could feel his heavy breath on her neck now, his hands slowly sliding down her back, by each inch twitching her skin, wanting for more. They went further down. Further down, on her back, on her butts, below her butts, and slowly in between them.

Her skin twitched further, wanting for more. It was almost midnight. He unzipped her dress from behind, it was a one piece and the only piece she had tonight. He didn't like to waste time with frugality. and she wasn't in mood either after waiting for three months.

He slipped the zip further, almost touching her butt crack. Her back gleamed in the yellow light coming from the room's only bulb. He touched it, finger by finger, caressing it inch by inch, going down, flicking her ass again. The dress went even lower, her ample bosoms now kissing the breeze from the conditioner at full blast. Her nipples became harder, and her heartbeat faster.

She turned, pushing him away. Their eyes locked for a second, like two fighters before a fight. And then she pulled him closer, pulling his shirt. Unbuttoning it as quick as she could, his chiseled body slowly emanating in the light. Two seconds later there was no shirt and there was no one piece either. Two seconds after that, both had no clothes on.

Everywhere I look are peoples' hands

Thrown up in the air to help them dance

Come on, baby, catch me if you can, I

Know you don't have any other plans

Are you down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

Down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

Are you

Down, down, d-down, down

She pulled him closer, him waiting for this moment all along. Their lips touched, his raw and dry from all the smoking; her smelling and feeling like the cherries from her makeup. She kissed them slowly, moistening them. Yes, now they were primed. He put his hands on her back, pulling her closer, his libido rubbing against her thighs. She dug her hands in his hair, and they both stuck to each other like opposite poles, eyes closed, they kissed like lovers separated for decades; she making sure sure no hair on his head was left untouched, him making sure no inch on her back.

Are you down

Down, down, d-down, down

Are you down, are you down, are you d-d-d-down

Are you down, are you down, are you d-d-d-down, are you

Down

His hands moved below her back now, on her buttocks; ripe like a summer fruit. He didn't stop, they went further below again. She quivered like a dry leaf in autumn wind. He picked her up slowly. They switched off the light in the room, and let the one in the loo do its job. They liked it dimly lit.

The couch was bracing for impact all along, the bags were pushed on the floor, and the blazer slid behind the couch itself. He sat buck naked on the leather, her legs wrapped around his waist. They had closed eyes yet again; him finding his way to her neck. The conditioner was switched off as well. They liked it hot.

Her hands were now flung in air, playing with here own hair. He continued, below his neck. Her breasts now a little moist from the sweat ready to pour out. He always liked this part, start of something that they both desperately wanted. Her nipples, now almost at a teasing distance from his lips, as if inviting him to gorge on them. He duly obliged, and kissed them slowly, touching them, pressing them. She almost went breathless. She knew what was coming but it left her dazed every time it was about to happen. She bent backward, reverse arching and he went further down. Her bellybutton placed like a crown jewel on the empress below.

Her hands now touched the floor, her legs straightening little yet inviting him for what they had really been craving for. He stopped right above her waist, giving each other a moment, and then plunging further downward into her thighs.

Oh she moaned, and how she moaned. She lost all she knew of time and space and people. She was in pure ecstasy. He made sure she didn't catch her breath. It tasted like it always did, salty with scent that no other woman he had been with had. Maybe it was this that brought him back every time to this city? There was something about her that made his blood reach his libido faster than his eyes blinked. She brought something in him that no one else did.

You know we could put them all to shame

Now isn't the time to play it safe

Isn't this the reason that you came, so

Baby, don't you let it go to waste

Are you down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

Down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

He picked her up from the couch and they crashed on the bed together. She licked his thumb, almost pleading him not to stop. And he obliged, pulling her legs apart, thrusting his libido inside her. They both moaned together this time and their eyes locked again, for a second time. But this time they were not the fighters who were locking horns a few moments earlier. Now they were more like two runners running the same relay, passing the baton back and forth; as they wanted to win together. He moved deeper, and her eyes almost rolled backwards. How much had she waited for this, and maybe even for him. And he moved again. And again. And again. And again. Her eyes were shut again, her legs wrapped once again on his wait, pulling him even closer. She felt his spine, rigid and pulsating, digging her finger nails deeper into his skin. Closer and more she wanted, and he did exactly that. Their pulses were now almost beating together, and getting faster by the second. There moans now coming together, sounding like lovers who had stayed away from each other for decades. She was numb from the pleasure, and her thighs wet from what she feeling. And then, they picked up another gear, both into each other even faster and closer than it could get. She pushed him away, rolling him to the side, his libido still throbbing inside her. And she kissed his cigarette smoked lips moving her body on his, digging her nails on his chest, clawing his nipples, grabbing his throat and sticking her own thumb down his tongue. She was the queen of her life story, riding her favorite lover like queens do. Both now had lost every understanding two people have. Eyes shut, they moved together closer to the conclusion. And it hit them like a blast, as if someone had let a dam explode, and she collapsed on him; both covered in sweat exhausted but content beyond definition.

Every single thing is feeling right

Started as a quiet Friday night

I don't really think that we should fight this

What if we don't stop until it's light?

Are you down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

Are you down, d-d-down, d-d-down, d-d-down, down, down?

Are you, down, down, d-down, down

Down, down, d-d-d-down

Are you down, are down, are you d-d-down

Are you down, are down, are you d-d-down, are you

Are you, are you, are you d-down-down

Are you, are you d-d-d-down, are you

Down, down, d-down

Down, down, d-down

She opened her eyes a few minutes later, he was in the loo though. She reached out for his smoke pack, to find her favorite burst flavor was there in parallel with his heavy tobacco smoke. His back glistened in the light, scratches from her nails on it. Sweat slowly poured between from his hair on them, giving him a twinging sensation. She smiled to herself, smoke wafting from her nostrils to the roof of the room. Slowly, she picked what was left of her, or what was waiting to be undone from the bed; the cigarette pressed between her lips. She held him from behind, kissing off those sweat beads, touching his chest and blowing smoke on his face. The mirror now showed neither of them, just a cloud of smoke and two sets of lips arching for each other. He turned to lift her on to the basin, taking the smoke away from her hands. They had found their way again into his hair, waiting for what was about to happen, again.

Are you down, are down, are you d-d-down

Are you down, are down, are you d-d-down, are you

Are you down, are down, are you d-d-down

Are you down, are down, are you d-d-down, are you

Down?