/!\ SMUT ALERT /!\

                The wooden floor creaked under Sara’s steps, releasing a soft smell of dust she forgot to vacuum, as she crossed the bedroom and headed for the living room. A knee-length and skin-tight red dress covered her slim body. Her favourite long silver chain her beloved boyfriend bought her for their third anniversary fell upon it. She did not wear this dress often, for she usually kept it for big parties she knew would last until six o'clock. Although she tended to avoid these parties, this day, she wanted to enjoy herself, even if she had nothing to celebrate.

                Sara always felt like a stranger during parties or among crowds, even when her friends or relatives were around. Even after half a bottle of vodka. The most curious thing was that her boyfriend also felt that way, though his name often appeared on magazine covers and could be heard on TV. His band used to party a lot, but he would rather stay home and play the guitar.

                When she reached the living room, holding her pair of stilettos in one hand, she heard a beautiful melody. She lowered her eyes and the corners of her rosy lips rose. There he was, sitting on the couch, his back facing her. He was strumming his guitar, his long and dark messy hair falling on his shoulder blades. His left hand was wandering on the neck of the instrument. For a couple of seconds, she stared at the silver bracelet hanging at his thin wrist.

                Striking. There was no better word to describe Izzy.

                It seemed like Izzy had not heard her coming. He stopped playing for a few seconds, nodding at himself, then started again, this time humming something. He came up with random lyrics, using the names of things that surrounded him. Sara smiled and leant on her elbows, on the back of the couch, and listened to his soothing voice he thought only him could hear.

                Every time Izzy’s pick hit the strings of his guitar, Sara’s heart leapt inside her chest, racing whenever his voice accompanied the melody. Her soft cheeks turned scarlet, as her eyes wandered on his back, following the lines of his shoulder blades and his spine, gracefully hugged by the black shirt he was wearing. She loved it so much when he wore this one: if she closed her eyes, she could picture the low unbuttoned collar that displayed his chest partly and showed his three wooden necklaces.

                Izzy stopped playing and scribbled a few chords on a sheet of paper he always kept in his pocket, just in case. When he was done, Sara slowly leant in and pecked his cheek. He jumped in surprise and spun round, grinning after a few seconds. “You scared me,” he whispered, putting his guitar aside, “I thought you were still napping.”

                “As you can see, I’m not!” Sara giggled, jumping over the back of the couch and landing beside him. Izzy rummaged through the pocket of his denim jacket to get himself a cigarette, which he lit with a match. “Was it a new track?” she asked shyly, cuddling up to him as he reached out his arm to welcome her against his body.

                “I don’t know, I just found a cool melody, but the result won’t be the same on my electric guitar. I haven’t found any lyrics yet, but we’ll see that with the guys anyway, if I decide to show them what I wrote.”

                “Oh, well, I personally think ‘Lamp, table, ashtray and dirty wallpaper’ are quite nice lyrics!” she mocked him. Izzy laughed and blew out smoke, sticking out his tongue at her with a wink. His shiny eyes scanned her dress and a lopsided smile appeared on his face. “Wow, I don’t have the chance to see you in that dress often!”

                “I feel like partying tonight, I’m tired of staying there. Come with me.”

                “And where’d we go?”

                “I don’t know, you know more about clubs than I do, that’s for sure. Come on, it can be fun. We never go out.”

                “I thought you hated parties.”

                “I do, but tonight, I feel like dancing and all.”

                “We have records at home, or there’s the radio, and even MTV, we don’t need to go to a club. Especially if it’s to see stinking and sweating pigs rubbing themselves against you. That’s not really a pleasant scene for me, I tell you.”

                Sara rolled her eyes and sighed, giving up. She was tired of always staying in that same old flat, getting bored. She tapped her fingertips on her knee, looking all around, trying to find something to do. All of a sudden, her yen to dance vanished, and she felt old. She was not even old, she only was in her mid-twenties, but moping around at home all day was not helping.

                Unexpectedly, Izzy’s tobacco-scented fingers gently grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. “Are you mad at me, baby?” he murmured, feeling a bit guilty.

                She smiled and shook her head, blinking a little. “No, I’m not. I just don’t know what to do. I’m quite bored, honestly…”

                “Poor baby, don’t worry, I’m going to keep you busy,” he smirked, bringing his mouth to hers, letting their lips dance together. Sara smiled internally and wrapped her bare arms around his neck, careful not to pull on his long hair, and stroked this wild mane covering his head. After a short while, Izzy pulled away, took a last drag on his cigarette, which he crashed in the ashtray right after, letting it smoke a little. Then, he turned to his girlfriend, wrapping an arm around her waist: “Where were we?”

                Sara smiled lopsidedly and firmly grabbed the collar of his shirt. She pulled him closer, earning a soft moan from him, and brushed her lips against his once again. However, the intensity of this kiss was different from this they shared earlier. The heat grew, and their breaths started to become irregular. Izzy teased her by licking her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, as though he was asking the permission to enter. Understanding the message, Sara parted her lips and let her tongue play with his. They fought for dominance, and what a tough fight. Izzy felt he was winning, but he was wrong. Sara straddled him and let her chill fingers run under his shirt, making him shiver and leaving him vulnerable to her caresses.

                Sara had won.

                However, she did not stop there. Her long fingers blindly unbuttoned his shirt, and even through its thickness, she could feel his heart racing. She opened her eyes after she defeated each button, and brushed the fabric off his chest, stroking it lightly. The skin of his torso looked slightly shiny under the bright light the lamp provided.

                Sara leant down and left a trail of kisses on his collar bones, while his nails lightly scratched the fabric of her dress, as if to rip it off. She smirked and took off his shirt, carefully folding it until it looked like a thick band. She wrapped it around his head, using it as a blindfold, and playfully tapped the tip of his nose, running her nail up and down his nose ring. Izzy looked confused, yet a bit aroused, at least that was the impression he gave with his lopsided smile. Sara smirked and stroked his ear with her lips. She susurrated in a seductive tone: “If you want to take this somewhere else… Come and find me.”

                With that, she stood up, put on her stilettos and wandered in the flat, attracting him with the sound of her heels on the wooden floor. She turned around their large table twice, lazily resting her fingers on the chairs. Then, she walked behind him, as if she was heading to the bedroom. Yet, she did not. She went in, made a few steps, and left it, smirking as she walked up to the bathroom.

                Izzy still had not moved a finger. He focused all his attention on her footsteps, trying to draw a map of her trip around the flat in his head, a smile frozen on his face. As the sound of the heels became more and more distant, he eventually stood up, immediately holding on to the arm of their blue couch. His other hand groping around for something to hold on to that could give him a clue about the direction he was facing.

                The sound of high heels still echoed in the long corridor, guiding the blind Izzy through it. His steps were slow and a bit hesitant each time one of his feet met the cold wooden floor. His arms were wide open, the palms of his hands brushing the walls, sometimes meeting a poster or a frame. It was when his fingers met the cold frame of his golden disc that he knew he was at the end of the corridor. And he still had not found Sara.

                “Izzy…” her voice moaned from a room behind him. His heart skipped a beat as he figured out what room she was in. The way her voice echoed… it was the bathroom.

                “I know where you are, Sara!” he grinned mischievously, spinning round on his heels. “Nothing can fool my musician ear!”

                “Then, why haven’t you found me yet?”

                Izzy stopped walking and chuckled. “You’ve got a point, there. But I know the way voices echo in each room, and I can tell you’re in the bathroom. And… you’re not even in the bathtub, it would’ve sounded differently.”

                “Nice deduction, Sherlock. Why don’t you hurry, then? I miss you.”

                His grin widened, as his feet hurried to bring him were Sara was. He stood at the bathroom door. Without removing the blindfold, he stepped in and reached out his arms before him. He waited for his hands to land on his girlfriend, but he already was near the bathtub, and he felt nothing. He tripped over something, and he bent to pick it up. It was a shoe. But not just another shoe. “A stiletto.”

                His free hand confidently plunged in the dry bathtub, thinking she was in there. But no. It only met emptiness or cold edges. He furrowed his brow and spun round, wondering where she could hide.

                The door clicked behind him, startling him a little. So there she was. Behind the door. Izzy put down the stiletto and went up to the door, facing the corner. “Here you are, then!” he whispered, but when his hand lowered to land where he assumed Sara was, once again, he only could touch air.

                Suddenly, something behind him played with his blindfold. Izzy frowned: he knew it was Sara, it could not be anybody else, but how could she fool him like that?

                His folded shirt slipped and dropped onto the floor. Izzy blinked a few times, waiting for his eyes to get used to the sudden light that reached his pupils. He turned his head and eventually saw her. She was sitting on top of the washing machine, her knees touching, but her ankles spread on the sides.

                “You’re a mediocre detective, Izzylock Holmes.”

                “Watch out, darling, I might be a lame detective to find you, but I know what to do to make you scream my name.”

                Sara smirked and cocked her eyebrow, giving him her look that seemed to say “Is that so?” adding some more sexual tension. Izzy grunted and pulled her by the legs, forcing her into sitting nearer to the edge of the machine. He stood between her knees, not letting go of them. He passionately kissed her mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip.

                Her breath quickened and deepened, soon leaving her with a heavy pant. She ran her graceful hands through his wild mane, yanking some locks every so often, as soon as his wet lips met the skin of her neck. He ran the tip of his tongue on it teasingly, massaging her thighs with his thumbs. Sara’s lips parted and shy moans escaped from them. Izzy smiled with delight, appreciating the sound of her voice.

                He carefully removed the straps of her dress. He started to stroke her breasts, teasing her with lingering kisses and sensuous licks. His hands slipped down her body and grabbed the edge of the skirt, pulling it up to reveal her underwear. His skilful fingers got rid of them, then got lost between her thighs. Sara squealed as a delightful and arousing sensation took hold of her lower stomach. Her eyelids were sealed, and her mouth left open. Izzy knew how to please her, and whenever he did, she felt so vulnerable she almost could not make a single move.

                Izzy straightened his spine for a moment, and gazed at the woman he loved and wanted more than ever. He could not see her beautiful eyes, for they were closed, but her jaw was still dropped, offering him a view of the inside of her mouth. Behind the bottom line of her white and shiny teeth, her tongue was uncontrollably jolting each time his fingertips brushed her precious button. Even though her body involuntarily tensed up due to the tremendous pleasure he was giving her, her face was relaxed, and if her eyebrows had not furrowed from time to time, one could have believed she was peacefully sleeping.

                Sara eventually opened her eyes, plunging them into Izzy’s. “Love…” she struggled to say between waves of pleasure crossing her body, “… I want you now… Right now.”

                “Isn’t that weird to do it on the washing machine?”

                “I’m getting tired of the bed and the couch… I want to spice things up…”

                “Let’s experiment, then… Are you ready for me?”

                “More than you may think.”

                Izzy chuckled and yanked her to press his mouth against hers, kissing her hungrily, while she struggled with the belt of his jeans. She hurriedly pulled them down, along with his boxers, and faced his hard. She encircled it with her fingers and smoothly moved her hand up and down. A loud gasp followed by a grunt vibrated in his throat.

                Sara’s mouth attacked his neck and left a tiny hickey on it, while her teeth gently nibbled at his soft and scented skin. After a few minutes, Izzy grabbed her wrist and pushed it away from him, a smirk drawn on his lips. He raised a finger he used to caress her bottom lip. It soon found itself licked and sucked by Sara, who was looking up at her boyfriend she longed for. Izzy removed his finger and pushed it inside her, making her gasp. Her nails dug into his wrist, leaving some marks on it.

                After he played with her for long minutes, Izzy grabbed his erection and slowly entered Sara, moaning at how comfortable he felt there. They stayed motionless for a few seconds, enjoying each other’s touch. Then, his hips moved back and forth, filling the room with pants and grunts.

                Sara’s stomach tensed up, as she felt like screaming into pleasure; however, her voice often got stuck in her throat. She was burning inside, in a pleasant way.

                Her arms wrapped up around Izzy’s neck, as their tongues fought with dominance in each other’s mouth. Sooner than they thought, their hair got caught in the droplets of sweat dripping from their foreheads and temples.

                A symphony of moans and scratches in the back after, Izzy crawled on top of Sara, breathless. The hurried moves of his chest crashed down hers, which was gasping for air as well.

                They were done and pleased. Laid-backs got laid.