Dance Into Darkness

This is another of my flash fictions. I even edited it before posting, so enjoy!

With dark hair and even darker eyes, she invites you to dance in darkness. You know such a dance offers so much more. Dark eyes glitter like onyx as dark lashes sweep down to cover them not once but twice. Take that hand, pull her close, hold her until the dance is done. How can she feel so warm? Cheeks catch fire. Hands ache to touch her more intimately. Your lips long to feel hers. You want to taste her, to see if she tastes like sugar.

Your hands move slowly. She does not resist. She smiles. The coquet laughs as she throws her head back. Her head tilts forward enough for your eyes to meet. Two pairs of lips meet and are locked together. Surely, she
should have stopped this by now. Ah, but the power is in your strong hands. Entrapment is caused by such fascination that your face is always before her. You inhale sharply as her hands caress your cheeks, drawing you deeper into the darkness.

"Are you okay?"

Her voice interrupts the visions before your eyes. Shame pervades the darkness. Light comes through. Eyes blink and then her face looms out of the darkness suffused with light. How can one face such concern? Reality compares harshly to the fantasy. Honesty can do no good here.

"I'm fine. Just fine."

Surely she believes. Yes, she believes. Or she doesn't and says nothing as her heart bleeds. It doesn't matter. The light fades out and darkness beckons again.