This week’s theme is a sexy first. A sexy first could be anything: a sexy first kiss, a sexy first meeting, a sexy first spaceship ride with that sexy someone. You tell us what you want the sexy first to be. And no matter what your concept of a sexy first may be, we’d love to hear all about that wonderful moment.
Welcome to Emily's world, and her first touch with "The Graveyard Angel" in Hungry Hearts
Emily opened the umbrella and sat beneath it for a few minutes, sipping her wine and building up the courage to do something profoundly ridiculous. At last, she stood on tiptoes and raised the umbrella over the angel's head, shielding him from the sun. Emily held her glass in the other hand and dipped her forefinger in before raising it to the angel's parted lips, slowly painting their crest and slope pink with wine.
Something shifted on that marble countenance, and a pale white tongue darted out to lap the wine away.
Emily fell backwards with a little cry, knocking the breath out of herself and spilling wine down her arm. She still gripped the umbrella tightly, but as she stared up, it was clear the angel wasn't moving. Of course it's not, it's a goddamn statue. She got up and brushed herself off, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.
The single mourner she'd spotted earlier was nowhere in sight. Either he had left already, or was avoiding her.
I'd avoid me too, if I were him. Drinking in graveyards and holding umbrellas over statues. Is it any wonder I'm still single?
When she squinted at the angel again, Emily felt a chill.
It had moved. It must have, because now a tiny slip of pale tongue was visible between its lips, as if it had been sculpted in the middle of a movement. Trapped.