Deep loud thunder crackled across the sky, illuminating their bodies, her heart skipped a beat, maybe two. Alice's eyes moved to his, they were the color of a beautiful disaster, a deep blue like that of a storm in the middle of the ocean . She was mesmerized by him, her right hand caressing his cheek gently as his eyes lowered to her lip. Her breath caught a bit as he leaned in slowly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, just barely missing her lips. A small groan of disapproval escaped her, those brown eyes of hers narrowing before simply shutting for a brief moment, only to open moments later. Her breath was a bit shaky as she spoke finally "Isaiah… stop you know we can't" her voice was that of a whisper.
He grunted softly, pulling at the edges of her shirt before slowly sliding it up her stomach, "but what's the fun in that my love?" His voice was soft, deep, dark and husky. It sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn't quite sure why but at the same time she did enjoy it. Another sigh left her lips as she shifted slightly on the bed, she looked up at him and moved a strand of hair from his eyes looking up and at him, taking in every detail of his face, memorizing it.
His hands traveled slowly up to her bra, moving behind her back and unclasping the clip skillfully. A chuckle escaped him as she gasped softly, "don't laugh" she muttered as her lips found his finally. She kissed him like she had been wanting to that entire day.
His hands pushed away her bra, the feeling of his rough hands on the soft flesh of her breasts made her shudder in anticipation..
She woke up, sitting straight up in her bed breathing heavily, her cheeks were flushed and her heart racing. Looking towards the wall, then to her ceiling, letting her eyes wander around her room checking for any sign that the boy was there. She swings her legs over the side of her bed, pushing herself up and off of it before walking to her vanity. 'what the fuck was that…?' She didn't know who that boy was. She rubbed her face with her hands before leaning forward onto her vanity, a soft moan leaving her throat. "Dammit" her voice was unsteady as she slowly let herself slide down to the ground.
She closed her eyes, and leaned back onto the leg. She let herself relax slowly, the details of her dream replaying in her head over and over again until they were memorized. She wondered where she'd seen that face before and wondered who he was, what his life was like and if he enjoyed it. After a while she shook her head and opened her eyes again looking at her bed which was now a mess, she sat up slowly instead of her feet stretching her body out a bit.
Once she had breathed and relaxed a little bit more she walked off into her bathroom and prepared herself for the day ahead, she looked around for a while a long long while when she had finally left her house. Now all she could think about was that boy's face and if she would see him again, where she would see him again. It frightened her a little bit because what if he knew her or what if he hated her even worse, she silenced her thoughts before she could spiral down them even more. Why did she care if he hated her? It's not like she knew him.
She stepped out of her apartment, a small dissatisfied Huff escaping her as she thought over her dream one last time before letting it fall away from her mind. She didn't have time for foolish female fantasies, not with how crazy her schedule was for the day.
Her drive seemed to breeze by. The day was bright and full of color, her fashion line the season consisted of mostly grays, whites, Brown and blacks. Which is why she wanted her signature piece to be colorful, and hopes that it would take her show by storm.
By the time she had reached her studio, her brain was buzzing with ideas. She parked rather crookedly, before stepping out and into the warm, late summer heat, the sun enveloping her skin almost as if it was hugging her. The wind on the other hand wasn't as kind, it tossed and toyed with her hair throwing it into a bit of a mess.
The busy noise of the studio made her hesitate a bit, she wondered if it was going to be an awful day or not. She pushed herself past the discomfort and walked in, making her way to her office. As she walked she greeted a small handful of her designers on her way, thankfully they liked her and some had prepared her a nice steaming cup of coffee. .
Alice watched the buzz of the studio, her eyes moving with the people running about the office in a frenzy, trying their hardest to get everything done before they'd have to start their upcoming show. Colorful fabrics haphazardly fell from arms only to be picked up by someone else, buttons were handled in a similar way, she would stop here and there to allow her employees to pass her without difficulty.
When she had finally made it into her office she closed the door behind her quickly. A soft exasperated sigh left her lips as she glanced around. Her brown eyes eventually landed on her desk, taking in the huge pile of paperwork her assistant must have left for her to fill out while she had been out of the office. She rubbed her head and moved to sit behind her desk, her room was rather dull for the stereo-typical fashion designer. It didn't really matter to her, she wasn't in that room enough to bother giving it more style that matched her personality.
The walls were gray, on the wall furthest from the door there was a single small painting of a bundle of lilies, it matched a set of lilies that were on her desk, these ones were wilted and dead though, not very appealing to have in the office of such a brilliant designer. She ignored that all and just got straight to work, making calls and scheduling different things for her week along with finalizing details for her upcoming fashion reveal that evening.