That's Just The Way The World Works

The One Perfect Moment

     Peter puts on a slow song and the two of us dance, Peter wasn't typically good at it but not bad either. I wasn't much different--we weren't really dancers. But that didn't matter... Here we were, dancing around the small apartment that I miraculously found on the internet. Fate has an interesting way of working... High school friends who drifted apart and now find themselves in an apartment together and somehow still finding a way to miss each other.

     I look up at the lights above us and can't help the smile coming onto my face, I feel Peter looking at me as he puts a hand on my cheek. I look at him and our eyes lock, I've never thought that feeling in movies was true. When they say they felt sparks fly all around them... But in this moment, with the blurred christmas lights behind his face, he looked perfect. I know I never told him that enough... I didn't tell him a lot of things but somehow expected him to let me know everything... "Peter, can you put on the necklace for me?"

⚠️ warning, smut ahead⚠️

     He looks down at me, "Of course." I moved over to the couch and handed him the delicate box that had a scrap on the right corner. I turn my back to him and pull my hair to the side as I look at the christmas tree. He unclips the necklace and puts it over and around my neck, in the process, my sweater brushes off my shoulder, the cool air gracing it. Peter gently clips the necklace and I feel a change when he leans down and kisses my neck. I tilt my head up and back into Peter, leaning into him. The necklace sat perfectly on my neck as I breathed in the warm scented air. Peter ran a hand down my arm, pulling my sweater further off my shoulder. His hand stops at my thigh before I turn around and pull myself onto Peter's lap, wrapping my legs around him and putting my hands on both his cheeks as I pressed my lips into his. I wanted him more than ever as I pressed deeper and shoved my tongue into his mouth desperately to feel him against mine. Peter wrapped his arms around my waist, feeling up and down my back underneath my sweater. My bare skin started to warm as he got up and carried me to his bedroom while still kissing me. He pressed me against his door and took off my sweater, my necklace falling back into place between my collar bones. He runs kisses all the way down to my breasts. Then he takes me off the wall and pushes me off and onto the bed, coming over me and pulling my leggings off with a bit of trouble, "Take them off." He says and I feel my cheeks flush as I do so. He straddles me and puts a hand behind my back and unclips my bra before throwing it to the side.

    He looks me up and down as he puts a hand between my thighs, "You look good like this." He says, "and you feel good..." I feel the heat rush to my face as Peter starts to rub, I scoot up a little on the bed when Peter sits up and takes off his shirt, then he scoots up on top of me and runs his hands up my arms before pinning them above my head and sucking my neck. I lean my head up as he bites onto the soft part of my neck, taking one hand off my wrists and putting the other on my waist. He places two hickey's on my neck before going down to my breast, placing more kisses. He lets go of my wrists and his hands move down to my panties before slipping them off.

    "You're so wet..." He says to me.

   My cheeks felt like fire, "Not fair." I say breathlessly, as he still had his pants on. I run a hand through his hair as he kissed my stomach, moving slowly down and down and--

   I let out a moan and the room felt even hotter, letting him taste every inch of my body. When  he came back up, he pushed off his pants and boxers and came on top of me, "I would have never imagined you'd ever be mine..." He breaths.

   I smile, "you can stop dreaming... " I said, loving everything about him as he looked down at me with his dark brown eyes, his eyes told me so much that words couldn't... His brown hair slightly dewy, falling over his face effortlessly, like everything he did. His muscles weren't bulky but defined, he carried a new air to him. One that made him seem like a stranger I had met before. I put a hand behind his neck and pressed him into my lips, french kissing until he then came into me, I couldn't take my eyes off him, not for a second... when he came out of me, I was left speechless. This was unlike anything I've felt before... This is what it feels like to be real. He lays down beside me and looks up at the ceiling with me. Here I laid with only a necklace beside the nervous wreck that I knew in high school... That I know now... And he's so much more...

    I turn my head over to him with a soft smile, he catches my eyes then mimics my head turn towards me. Our breathing is still heavy and trying to catch up.

    I only stare, I don't think I've ever smiled like this.

    He takes my hand gently and kisses the back of it while he looks at me... I don't think I've ever seen him look at me like that either...

    "That was a hell of a moment." I say.

    "A perfect moment?" He asks into my hand.

     I only smile at him.
    

He smiles back at me.