From FoaF to Handsome

I don't intend on making this a regular thing... just that I cannot get it out of my mind... or want to.
Imagine passing by a specialty shop every day, and seeing an item you immediately, uncontrollably wanted. Pick anything that sparks your fancy. But you don't have time to run in, and you don't see a price tag.  So you walk past, going to school or work, occasionally stopping by the window as the days pass.  Some days the item has little signs, "On Special", "Act Fast", "Currently Out of Stock", etc. Other days, it's missing entirely and the shop is closed. Then you decide, three minutes... three minutes, I march in to that store.... I don't care the price, I've saved enough and learned enough to possibly care for [insert the object of your lust].  (Sorry, my imagination ran away from me)
Less than 20 minutes after entering my door, FoaF asked me to a concert (which I said yes, and hoped I didn't squeak when I agreed in case he was thinking as 'just a bud').  I (finally) mustered a little courage and told him I had a crush on him. Then the floodgates opened and I found myself confessing anything and everything. Like the fact that my crush was a very long one, that I had written him a note recently confessing it, giving him the very first rough draft of said note since the original got mangled in the mail, and telling him that I read his blog. So technically... he did make the first move. [And OMG... for the first time, I was the askee for a date.]
 I.could.not.stop.touching.him. He teased that in under 20 minutes, he'd gotten lots of hugs and a few kisses on the cheek from me. I decided I had to up the ante... and pondered offering a real kiss to get to sit in his car-in the driver's seat. I decided to not be that bold, but did ask to sit in his car.  I kept thinking, "Just freaking do it... go in for a kiss.  I can't embarass myself any further. Maybe then I can shut the hell up". Then he slid in, and he went in for the kiss. If you've read other entries, you know about the one on V-day (which I decided not to move). Let's say... why the hell didn't I do this sooner?!! I tried to behave and hold back, but my body gave me away.
It was just a little moan, a tiny sigh, a teeny eyelid tremble as our lips were meshing. It was all he needed to know I was hooked, and that he had permission to be a bit more aggressive. I melted more as we continued to smooch. My mind racing, my hands desperately seeking any inch of skin he foolishly let be bare, my knees buckling as I tried to push myself closer, closer, and closer still.
His poor shirt... my teeth ripped a hole as the night progressed, and I think I stretched it out as I kept pulling it to bring myself or him closer.  My poor neck, nose and lips.... boy burned and bit.
He's the reason the noise didn't stop until the early morning... because we didn't stop pawing, talking, kissing and playing until my alarm went off. We spent the hours rarely more than a foot from each other.
I wasn't exactly a "good girl", but he managed to keep me from going too far.  {Must learn that trick- I used to be able to behave.... then again how many times do you get to kiss someone that's been on your "Lust List" for so long?}
So now I have my phantom touches... the sensations repeating themselves with the slightest of movements.  Sunday's OT was interesting.... my work ex-husband was the first to see me, completely exhausted with a low ponytail and marks on my neck.  The smile on my face as I walked up to the door silenced him before he could utter a sound.
My lunch clique decended on me and laughed at the sheepish grin as I told them barely anything other than what they could see and that I hadn't slept.
All day, my body fought against the sleep deprivation. All day, the cool air from the vent above me felt like his fingers on my neck and arms.  I caught myself twice tracing circles around the marks on my neck, teasing the bruised skin. My eyes closed for a moment, and his lips were there... and I made a noise loud enough to resonate over the clicking of the keyboards around me. I had four cups of coffee in a feeble attempt to look normal.  My hand twitched, not from caffeine, but revulsion at not being held by his.  I could not blink, lest I see his eyes looking into mine as we were pressed up to each other.
I finally got to sleep... a nap I needed so badly when my day ended.  I woke up 8 hours later.  I never sleep 8 hours... I live on 4-6.  I dozed until my alarm went off... but my mind was recharged... and I awoke many times gasping at the phantom touches. His nails dragging along my thighs... his hands giving a slight tug to my hair, my legs wrapped around his waist. Then the fantasies started... thoughts of what we hadn't done... but might if things continue to click.  But I am forcing myself to think short term, see how it goes as time goes on.  If we get there... then we'll both sleep soundly on whatever night after we've satiated each other.
I have muscles that have never hurt before screaming, "I'm here" with every breath or step.  Though the clothes didn't come off, they did get shifted... a lot.  I screamed a bit too... about 31 times... I am officially calling the previous drought over... and curious as to when or where the next storm will hit.
I only expected him to be my eye candy for the night, not a sweet dessert.