Getting Him Alone

It all happens all at once, so quick in fact that I can barely make sense of it. There is just this feeling of tension ratcheting tight between us and then in the blink of an eye it seems to break, like a rubber band snapping.

One second we're joking and the next we're on each other. Not even moving close or taking a breath before it.

No, we're just on each other.

My arms thrown around his neck as I rise up on tiptoe to reach him. Wriggling my body against his as he tenses while he grabs me, his hands on my hips as he pulls me back into him and we stumble away from the crosswalk and down closer to the nearest building.

"This is a terrible idea," he breathes against my lips but god he doesn't stop kissing me.

I giggle, letting my teeth snap to nibble at his bottom lip while I wriggle unceasingly against him and push him with everything I've got. Pushing him so we're spinning back against the nearest building.

"This is a little exposed," he cautions me.

"That's kind of the point," I growl.

He hesitates a little, "I just mean... These are the administrative offices..."

The dean. The heads of the different departments. Marketing. I don't know. All those kind of official people worked in these buildings and if any of them glanced out their window they could spot us doing things that were positively indecent while well on our way to doing even more indecent things.

But the thing was, "It's a well-known fact that admin abandons campus during orientation week. None of them want to deal with the annoyance of the freshman."

"True," he chuckles, "But that's not universal and I'm-"

"Oh you big baby," I chastise him, cutting him off as I unlink my hands from around his neck and run them down the front of him, hooking my fingers into his belt as I use it to tug him behind me like it's a leash, "Come with me."

I'd been on nearly every square foot of this campus in the years that I'd been here before. A lot of long and lonely times walking like I had a place to be, like I had a purpose and wasn't just killing time.

And I'd found things, quite a few things. Little hidden places. I know I hadn't found all of them but I'd found enough that wherever I went on this campus, I always knew one or two spots nearby that I could go to get away. To hide from people, from cameras. To keep out of sight.

That'd come in handy from time to time in my old life, but never for a reason like this.

I take the handsome stranger in hand and I walk him into the gap between the buildings and around the side, spinning him and turning him so that he was pinned up against the wall in a little alcove that is a little blank spot.

"No one can see us here," I tell him, once more pushing myself up against him, "You can't see us from the windows. You can't see us from the cameras. Hell even if you're walking past you'd have to come right down around this corner to even spot us and we're far away that provided we don't start screaming, no one will hear."

"Fuck," he groans, a sparking fire burning in his eyes as he looks at me.

"You've got me all alone now," I say to him, "You've got me all to yourself. Anyway you want me, you can have me. Anything you want from me, you can take."

He doesn't reply, just shudders as I hook my hands into his belt and deftly unlatch it with a single flick.

And then I ask him, one eyebrow raised.

"So what are you going to take?"

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