Weakness
By Alaricnomad
He watched her through the glass separating them, listening to the melodious sound of her voice as she sang. Entranced, he watched the petals of her mouth delicately forming the lyrics, curling with a wry smile as she caught his staring, her eyes locking with his.
Tom Quincy had never seen anything more beautiful.
From first sight he ought to have known he was a goner. It'd taken him hearing her sing, feeling the beauty and the warmth of her voice wrap around him until he was so far under, he wasn't sure he could ever come up for air again.
He fiddled with the controls on his soundboard, his eyes still on the girl in the next room, as the recorded instrumentals faded out and she finished the song, lowering the headphones from her ears as she seemed to struggle for baited breath, the exertion of the music evident in the rapid rising and falling of her chest.
Sixteen, he tried to remind himself, his body heating in response to the sight of softly formed breasts, hidden beneath the thin fabric of a band t-shirt. He glanced up just in time to see her followed the path of his gaze, amusement flickering through her eyes as she pointed a finger toward his face and then back to hers, indicating where his eyes should stay.
Tommy could practically hear her speaking the words: My eyes are up here, Quincy.
Within a few moments, he heard her softly enter the sound room, the door closing with a soft click behind her, the sudden warmth of her body leaning over him. Her warm breath brushing his skin as she asked to hear the playback, and trembling hands obeyed as he fumbled with the controls, the sound of her filling the small room once again.
She bobbed her head to the beat of the music, interjecting comments now and then, her lips teasingly brushing his neck with every word. He bit back a groan, a steady mantra of sixteen filling his head.
Her hands lightly rested of his, a whisper of contact as her fingers curled around his, shutting off the music as silence enveloped the room once more. His knees nearly buckled as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, drawing back from him. He immediately regretted the loss of her warmth.
"See you tomorrow, Tommy."
His eyes closed painfully as he collapsed back into his chair, listening to her leave and his heart already galloping with the prospect of seeing her again the next day.
Seven years suddenly felt like an Olympic hurdle race he could never possibly win.
No matter how he tried, Jude Harrison would always be his weakness.