Anxious
Blair
The anticipation grew as I handed the ticket to the lady at the museum entrance. Felix and I had agreed to enter separately so we wouldn't risk running into someone in the queue. He had gone in first, so I had to find him inside.
I walked down a dimly lit corridor with the other museum goers. This corridor had information on the walls regarding the pieces we'd see, as well as a backstory of the famous painters. I walked right past it, already knowing quite a lot about Monet and Klimt. At the end of the corridor, there was a man standing in front of a black door, letting people in one by one. He opened the door for me, wishing me a pleasant visit. I nodded curtly, eager to find Felix.
I wasn't expecting the exhibition room to be so dark. I was barely able to see my own feet. The only sources of light were special spotlights pointed at the artworks that didn't disperse the light. I sighed in relief, confident that Felix and I could walk around together without being spotted.
All I had to do was find him.
As I made my way through the exhibit, every man that passed by looked like him. I made a double take, never sure if the person standing next to me was him or not.
Around me, people chatted among themselves quietly, commenting on the paintings. Since I couldn't see them, the voices became indistinct and jumbled.
As I searched, it was impossible to ignore the artwork on the walls. The paintings absorbed me, demanded my attention. One in particular caught my eye: the landscape depicted a field of tulips, a stream passing through it, and a windmill in the distance.
Suddenly, a hand rested on my hip ever so slightly.
"I get it, it's more interesting to look at the paintings than to look for me."
I giggled, Felix's hand never leaving my hip. It felt surreal to have him show such an affectionate gesture in public. He was standing on my right with his hand on my left hip, so I leaned into his shoulder.
"I got distracted, sorry." I said. "These are incredible."
He rested his weight on one hip, averting his gaze to the painting in front of us. We were careful to stand at a distance so that our faces wouldn't be illuminated by the painting's spotlight.
"You know, it's quite clever that they chose to have the exhibition in the dark." He commented quietly. "As you know, natural sunlight is an essential part of the impressionist movement, so it's quite ironic that we, the viewers, are in complete darkness and the paintings are the only source of light."
"It forces us to admire the theme of light even more, don't you think?" I asked, wanting to know his opinion.
He looked at me. "Yeah, you're right."
We spent the rest of the evening walking around together, admiring and analyzing the paintings. I could tell it was hard for Felix to detach himself from the professor role when we commented the most technical aspects of a piece. It filled my stomach with butterflies to know he wanted to impress me with his knowledge.
It felt great to explore this part of ourselves, the intellectual, art-savvy part. I couldn't help but realize how we clicked on so many levels, our love for art being one of them.
As we walked in the darkness, we'd exchange little touches here and there: on the elbows, hips, shoulders. Felix even reached for my hand, our fingers grazing against each other.
After we saw all the artworks, we headed home. During the car ride we couldn't shut up about the exhibition, still in awe at the beautiful pieces. We sounded like two nerds geeking out about our niche interest, but I wouldn't want it any other way.
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked as we neared his apartment building.
"I loved it, Felix!" I said, clapping my hands. "Best night ever."
He smiled shyly, no doubt content that his date night had gone to plan.
When we arrived, I got my duffle bag out of the trunk.
Felix offered to carry it, but I insisted it wasn't heavy and that I could manage. He took the bag out of my hand anyway, ignoring my protests. At least by taking it upstairs himself he'd be able to judge the amount of clothes I had packed. It wasn't like I was moving in, far from it. The duffle bag was like a sleepover bag, nothing more.
I was always eager every time Felix fumbled with his keys and opened the door to his apartment. Inside those four walls was where we were truly free to be ourselves, and I couldn't wait. Besides, I had something in mind I wanted to try this evening I knew he'd like.
He walked in first, dropping my bag next to a medium sized black suitcase by the door.
"Let me guess..." I said, walking around the suitcase. "Already packed for Paris?"
"You bet." He said, taking off his coat. "I hope you've packed too, Mr De Montmorency. We have to be at the airport tomorrow at seven sharp. The plane won't wait for you if you're late."
I walked towards him, sliding my arms under his. "But you'd wait for me, wouldn't you? We could go on the next flight together, alone." Then, a wicked thought crossed my mind. "Speaking about the flight, how do you wish to kill those ten hours? I have a few ideas..."
He squeezed my ass. "Oh, is that so? I was intending to get some sleep on the flight, but clearly you have other plans."
We chuckled at our indecent insinuations. As I fantasized about what I'd do to him on that plane, my body came alive with desire. We had had such a spectacular night so far, and I knew it was only going to get better.
I kissed him by the front door, making the first move. Felix reciprocated immediately. As usual, he wanted to have the upper hand, but I wasn't having it this time. When he grabbed me from behind and pushed me towards the wall, I stopped him and made him lean against it instead. I had my hand flat against his stomach, pressing him into the wall.
I knew he was letting me do it. He was taller and stronger, so there was no way I'd be able to overpower him if he wasn't letting me willingly.
"What do you think you're doing, Blair?" He asked, a hint of intrigue in his tone. Oh, he had no idea.
I tugged at his hair, sucking on his neck, earning a moan from him. "Don't think that just because you took me out I've forgiven you for your torture on Monday." I said, pulling his sweater over his head, revealing his naked chest.
He laughed with disdain, not believing my words. Tired of my teasing, he held my face and kissed me deeply, one of his hands trying to find its way inside my skirt. When he made contact with my underwear, I pulled away. No, today I was having control.
"Do you trust me, Felix?" I asked, panting. He looked confused, not understanding my reaction or my words.
"To do what?" He asked, his chest rising and falling slowly. His incredible physique made it harder for me to concentrate.
"Let me be in control," I said, gulping. "Real control. Not like when I straddle you on the couch or give you blowjobs in your office. I want to know how you feel when you have power over me."
He looked at me up and down. His facial expression changed into something I couldn't identify. Curiosity? Anticipation? Anxiety? I couldn't really tell.