Oblivion

                                    

                                          
"May I have this dance?" Tony asks, his hand stretched out reaching for mine. I smile and nod. He takes hold of my hand gently and then pulls me to him. The hand on my waist is firm and he pulls me closer and closer still, until there is no space between our bodies. Now, this is highly unusual and while I'm enjoying it way too much, I want to get over the feelings which will only be enhanced because of this kind of behavior. 
"Tony, is something wrong?" I ask him. "No, I'm alright." he replies, but the small smile he offers is tight around the edges and doesn't reach his eyes. I frown. "Well, you don't look fine. Hey...tell me." I implore him to speak. He looks at me for a long time, before taking my hand that's in his and places it on his shoulder; he places his chin on the top of my head and folds me in an embrace. Something is really wrong in here. "Tony? Are you going to tell me? I believe you can share anything with me after knowing what you know about me." I tell him, my voice muffled into his shoulder. He releases me from the embrace and steps back holding me at an arms distance. "What? I can't dance with you?" he asks, I feel that he sounds a little angry. "Of course, you can!" I say and reclaim my previous position. "I just want to know what's bothering you." I say a while later. "Nothing is bothering me." he says. I don't push him. 
I don't exactly know how long we've been dancing, when he suddenly asks, "How was your date?" It was great. I look over Tony's shoulder, George is talking to some guy with a handlebar moustache, he catches my eye and smiles. I smile back. "As usual." I tell Tony. He looks surprised.
"What do you mean 'as usual'?" he asks. 
"'As usual', as in bullshit." I say and smile at him wryly. "Really? I thought you were enjoying yourself." he says with a tiny frown on his face. "No, it was really... boring; it was so bad that it makes me want to get drunk and forget about it." I lie to him. Tony looks really confused as if he can't really believe me. We sway to the beat for a few more moments and then Tony straightens up suddenly. "Let's go get drunk then." he says decisively. I look at him for a few moments thinking what made me suggest such a thing, because getting drunk with Tony can be a very bad idea. But then, something is bothering him and if he wants to get drunk, we'll get drunk. "Okay. Let's get drunk." I say, grinning at him. 
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The club is full of people, determined to get drunk and have fun. This is something I'm familiar with. Club, alcohol, no cares. This is what I do. Butterflies fluttering around in my stomach is so not my thing. Tony is still on his first glass of whiskey, he takes teeny tiny sips and that too at an interval of, probably, fifteen minutes. I'm already starting to feel woozy, it's my fourth? Sixth? shot of tequila after the beer. I lick the salt, take my shot and then bite the lemon. Tony stares at me like I have two heads. But from what I can see, he's the one with two heads. I can clearly see two heads. "Really? I have two heads?" he asks me, er, yells at me over the pounding music. I've been thinking out aloud. "YES!" I yell nodding vigorously. Whoa, head spin! "But, Fiona, I don't have two heads. Are you sure you aren't drunk?" He asks. He looks like he is amused. "Nope!" I say moving my head from side to side. Tony goes all blurry and I squint to see him clearly. Tony laughs at my expression. Laughs! At me! I glare at him. "Are you laughing at me!?" I ask him as I get up from my stool... and promptly lose my balance. Everything seems woozy. Maybe I am drunk. "Steady there! I think we're drunk enough. Let's get you home." Tony says as he pays for the drinks and leads me towards the door. Going home and Anthony. Sounds like a good idea. 
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I sit on Tony's sofa and he stands in front of me, arms folded with a small smile on his sweet face, as I sing  'Last First Kiss' by One Direction. He had played it when we were driving home from the bar and then I really, really wanted to sing the song. It's such a nice song. It'd be good to be someone's last first kiss. 
I finish the song and Tony claps. "Wonderful! Why don't you have a Grammy yet?" he praises. He's happy, I smile. Standing up, I gingerly walk up to him and place a loud smacking kiss on his cheek. He flushes. "Thank you, Anthony!" I say. "Okay, okay. Enough. You need water. You're very drunk." he seats me down on the sofa and wanders into the kitchen. 
When he comes back, he sits beside me and places a glass of water in my hands. "Drink." he orders. I take a sip. "Full." he demands. I scowl as I obey. "So... what was that bad about this date?" he asks me. "Date?... Oh, yeah! George! George was, he was... beautiful and awesome. I loved the date really. He is very nice, good looking, sexy, nice, blah blah blah, blah blah blah.", I tell him. George Truman, the Adonis. Tony remains silent for a long moment and then, "But-but you said the date was bullshit!" he exclaims. I laugh. And laugh and laugh. "Yeah, yeah it was." I tell him and then chuckle. "You aren't making any sense Fiona." he says. He looks sad. "It was a great date with great guy, but... but, what is inport–no important is, it was the wrong guy." I tell him seriously. "The wrong guy? Who's the right guy, then?" he asks and his face looks a little less sad. You. You are the right guy. 
"Oh!" Tony looks surprised. There is silence. I didn't tell him who's the right guy. I can't tell him that. That'll mess things up.
 "Fiona? That tattoo on your collarbone? What does it mean?" he asks after the silence is gone. The question feels awkward. Why would he ask me about that now? I consider asking him, but then decide to answer him. I should, because he's so cute. He has a nice voice. "Phoenix. I want to turn my bad past to asses-oh, no, no-", I giggle, "ashes, and restra– restart again. Rebirth." I tell him. Tony nods and then says, "You haven't restarted, though, have you? Do you... were you waiting for the right guy? To um... restart. Turn your fear to ashes and take a chance to be brave?" he's very close. I stare at him wide eyed and he stares back. Be brave, for Tony? With Tony? "Yes." I say softly. 
Tony smiles. "Can I touch the Phoenix?" he asks. His breath ghosts over my cheeks. I nod. My throat feels dry, I can't talk. Tony's fingers skate over my collarbone. His touch is light like feathers. I can't breathe. When did he come this close? He looks up at me. "You are very, very beautiful... Fiona?" he asks, his voice is low and husky. "Hmm?" I don't know if it sounds like a question or a whimper. "Can I kiss you?" he asks, staring at me with dark, dark eyes. 
Kiss me? Can I say no to that? To him? Am I that strong? Can I keep myself from giving him what he asks of me? I'm only human. My eyes drop to his lips, parted, moist and pink. I lick my lips. Oh God! "Please..." Tony begs softly; one of his hands slide into my hair and the other lightly grasps my chin tilting my head towards his. I can't stop him. I don't want to stop him. I want him. I want him.  He wants me. Why should I stop? 
"Yes..." I whisper.
Tony crosses the next to nothing space between us and places his lips on mine. His hold on me tightens. I slide my arms around him and pull him close. Our bodies meet each other in a passionate embrace and with Tony's lips and tongue caressing mine, I let myself fall into oblivion. 

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