Flash Fiction Challenge: Welcome Home
As part of the Writers' Platform-Building Campaign, we were challenged to write a flash fiction story, 200 words or less (mine is exactly 200 words), beginning with, "The door swung open." As an extra challenge, we could end with, "The door swung shut."
The door swung open, and I was pulled into the apartment by my collar. Before I could catch my breath, I was slammed against the wall, pinned by strong hands.
His mouth was on mine. His knee wedged apart my legs. “Where have you been?” he asked between rough kisses.
When he buried his face in the crook of my neck and began to suck hard enough to mark my pale skin, I took a deep, shuttering breath. “Dinner.” I rattled the take-out bag clutched in my hand.
“Dinner can wait.”
I dropped the bag just as he ripped open my shirt. Buttons pinged across the wood floor. Finally free, my hands travelled his body, and all they found was warm, taut skin.
He worked the tongue of my belt free and unzipped my slacks. Humming, he eased his hand into my briefs. “So hard already.” His fingers wrapped around me and stroked once, twice, again, again.
Cupping his face between my hands, I pulled him close for another kiss. “If I’d known it would be like this, I’d have moved in sooner.”
He slid down my body and knelt at my feet. “Welcome home.”
The door swung shut.