7 Minutes to Heaven
Added 2-8-07

Her breath stopped in shear horror. She looked at the bottle then looked at the person it was pointing at. She must be dreaming right? Someone was going to wake her up any moment. She closed her eyes tightly then opened them again. Nope she was still there and now he was getting up and coming towards her. This couldn’t be happening could it?

“Shane.” He purred holding out his hand to help her up. “I guess I’m the lucky one.”

Shane looked around and saw the envy in many of the girls’ eyes, hatred in some and excitement in her roommate Cindy’s. Dumbly Shane put her fingers into Marcus’s large palm and let him help her up.

Shane looked around for a moment and let him lead her off to the hall closet. “I have to tell you,” he whispered in her ear. “I haven’t played this game since junior high.”

“This is my first time…” Shane muttered. “Playing the game that is.”

Marcus chuckled then gently guided her into the stuffed closet. He turned and looked at the crowd of eyes staring at him. “Seven minutes on the clock please not a second more or less.” With a chuckle he closed the door leaving the two of them clothed in darkness and standing chest to chest.

“You’re not claustrophobic, are you?” He asked softly almost awkwardly. Of course Shane knew she had to be imagining that, Marcus Tilman VT Junior, 1st string linebacker and quite possible the most handsome man Shane had ever seen couldn’t possible be uncomfortable with her.

Unless, he hadn’t wanted to be in here with her. That had been her fear. She had been madly in love with Marcus ever since his sister, her roommate, had introduced them to one another at the beginning of her freshman year. A year later nothing had changed. He treated her much like he did his kid sister, protective and brotherly. Now she wondered why she had let Cindy talk her into coming to this party to begin with. She shifted nervously and in the small confines of the over cluttered closet lost her footing.

She was surprised when Marcus’ hand snaked out and pulled her protectively into his body. They could both hear the hoots from outside the closet. Obviously the rest of the party thought the noises were because of something else.

“Ignore them,” he whispered into her ear, causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. As she wondered how long seven minutes really was. “If you aren’t comfortable doing anything, we can just stand here for the next six minutes.”

“Like this?”

“Like this or if you would prefer I could let you go.”

“Do you want to? Let me go that is?”

She knew he had lowered his head because she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Not particularly.”

“But you don’t want to kiss me.” It was a statement not a question and she suddenly wished she hadn’t said it.

“Is that what you think?” His chuckle was low and grated, almost as if he was in pain. “Actually Shane, I have wanted to hold you in my arms and kiss you senseless since your 19th birthday, last year. The night you wore that little red dress, with the sandals to match. I have tried not to want you. Tried to remember that you are my kid sister’s best friend. But I can’t pretend anymore, not now when I finally have you in my arms.”

With that his head descended on to hers, his mouth claiming, first gently begging for entrance into her mouth then more fiercely demanding that she kiss him back. Her hands clutched at his muscular biceps wanting, begging for more. He lifted her off her feet so that he didn’t have to lean over her. His large arm circled her slender waist. He held her as if she weighted nothing at all.

Nothing felt this good, she moaned as he trailed kisses down her throat. His free hand came up to cup her breast. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she ran her fingers through his hair. She could feel the effect of his arousal against her bottom. No victory could have matched this.

But then he stopped. “I have to put you down,” he panted. It was only then that she heard the beeping from outside the closet. It could only mean one thing, their Seven minutes were up.

He gently eased her to the floor, rebuttoned her blouse. He had just moved his hand to fix his hair when the door opened blinding them both.

“See I told you they wouldn’t be doing anything but talking.” Miranda said with a triumphant sneer directed at Shane. Could no one tell by looking at her that Shane had just been kissed as if for the first time? She looked up at Marcus and realized that he looked very much put together like nothing had happened. Shane felt a knot form in her belly. She wondered if he had been playing her for a fool.

Marcus led her back to the place where he had been sitting earlier and went to get a beer. When he returned he found a open place near Miranda and took it. Shane wanted to run from the room in embarrassment but her pride kept her in place and with every wrong question answered and every spin of the bottle she prayed that it didn’t point to her or to Marcus. She didn’t think she could take that kind of added humiliation.

When Miranda answered her question wrong, Shane nearly whooped with glee when the bottle didn’t land on Marcus. Miranda was obviously not happy and made it known by refusing at first to enter the closet. Shane was surprised when Marcus insisted that she knew the rules to the game. Miranda relented and entered the closet.

It was nearly an hour later that the bottle spun and landed on Marcus. To her surprise Marcus got the question wrong. A question that she knew for a fact he knew the answer to. She tried to look nonchalant as he spun the bottle but the thought that he had purposely missed a question so that he could spend seven more minutes with another girl in the closet made her seriously sick to her stomach. Looking at Cindy she wasn’t too happy about it either.

“I’m sorry Shane had I known I never would have insisted you come.” Cindy whispered angrily. Shane guessed her roommate had known that she had had feeling for her brother for a while now. She had turned to say something to Cindy when Cindy gasped and she heard Miranda curse. Looking up she saw Marcus coming her direction with a humorous glint in his eye. Shane looked at the bottle and her jaw dropped it was pointing directly at her.

“Up for another seven minutes of talking?” He asked directly, his statement though directed at her was meant for Miranda’s ears as well.

With a strange sense of deja’ vu, Shane found she was being lifted to her feet. She looked at a shocked Cindy. Then at a furious Miranda and could only nod her head. Marcus didn’t wait for them to start the clock; he had her in his arms kissing her before he even had the door closed. Miranda’s screech of outrage was barely muffled by the closet door.

After a few seconds Shane pushed him away gently and barely managed to ask. “I don’t understand.”

“What?”

“The chances of the two of us getting in here again.”

“Do you honestly think I left this to chance?” he chuckled. “It was rigged baby, I didn’t know how else to get you into my arms. I’m not just a football player baby I am also a damn good engineering student as well.”

“You mean…”

“There was only ever a chance that you would be in here with me and in case you were concerned I made sure no one other then you could get me either. Why do you think I placed you in my seat after we came out of the closet the first time?” He asked ending the conversation with a kiss the steeled her to her soul. “Now let me do what I have been dying to do since I saw you come in here wearing that insanely little school girl’s skirt.”

Before she could speak, Marcus was on his knees before her. She was pinned to the wall. She could feel his hands on her thighs moving up until he cupped her bottom pulling her hips closer to him. He groaned, she moaned. He kissed the bare skin just above her knee then lifted her skirt and breathed in her clean smell.

“I have dreamt of feasting on you for so long,” he murmured under her skirt. Shane fought for something to hold on to she placed one hand on the coat bar and was surprised to find Marcus grabbing her other. His free hand cupped her wet mound and rubbed gently before moving the thin piece of wet silk to the side to allow for his finger to enter her. First one finger, then two. She withered beneath his expert hands, trying to keep her moans inside. Then his mouth joined his fingers and she couldn’t hold back her reaction. She gasped for air as his tongue circled her clit just before he gently pulled it with his teeth. She hissed, he grunted in satisfaction. When the sound of the beeping of a clock came through the door. She froze then frantically tried to get way.

His fingers left her and with the palm of his hand firmly kept her in place. “Don’t you dare move, I’m not finished.” he growled then loudly roared to the person approaching the closet. “Who ever touches that door knob is a dead man.” A faint chuckle was heard through the door then silence. “Now where was I? Oh that’s right I was right…here.” And his tongue entered her, he licked and sucked and did exactly as he had promised. He feasted on her. His fingers made sure that no part of her was left wanting. And within moments she was yelling his name and bucking wildly.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“I want you, all of you.” Shane begged hoping he wouldn’t make her explain. But instead he devoured her one last time, sending her completely over the edge. When she once again opened her eyes he was looking at her hungrily.

“Now you’re mine,” he pronounced with satisfaction. “And before you ask, yes I want to make love to you; I even want to fuck your brains out but not now not here. Most definitely not in this closet,” he chuckled looking around. “Well maybe not at first. Listen Baby, I know you won’t believe this but I want to take this slowly from here.”

“After that you want to go slowly?”

“That, I couldn’t control any longer. But I respect you enough and want and care for you enough to take the rest one step at a time.” Marcus kissed her hard then grabbed her hand. He opened the door pulled Shane behind him and proclaimed. “The Party is over, everybody out. Except Shane, sorry Cindy I am about to steal your roommate.”

In front of everyone he kissed her claiming her as his.

~ Dominique Eastwick