Burnouts

Cry If You Want To

Scene 1: The Helmsley Hotel

Leo Rylin

Her house is full of people decorating and moving stuff around, but she's nowhere in sight.

No one questions my place in any of this, so I wander off toward the stairs.

There you are.

I smile before I realize she's pouting.

Maybe flowers weren't a good idea...

"Happy birthday?"

"No," Heather walks down the steps to meet me.

"What's wrong?"

"Look," she motions toward all of the running around.

"Looks like you're having a party."

"Exactly," Heather says sadly. "But...that's nice, I guess."

"It's not what you wanted though..."

She continues to pout, "I don't want you to think I'm spoiled."

I smirk, "I already think you're spoiled."

She jokingly rolls her eyes, and I pull her in for a hug.

"Thank you for the flowers."

"Don't mention it."

Her arms are still around me as she takes a step back. "It's still early, so we can just go to my room and make out until later."

"I like that plan."

We head up the stairs, and I glance down at the progress being made.

This will be the most elegant rager ever thrown.

We get to her room, and I take off my shoes and jacket before sitting at the end of the bed. She puts the flowers down on the dresser and turns to me.

"Cheer up, yeah?" I grab her waist to bring her to me, and she nods and smiles the closer our lips get.

Her hands rest on my shoulders while she climbs onto me. There's a moment of quiet...a few seconds of sheer admiration before we finally went in for the steal. I like that kissing her feels like breathing in after holding your breath for a while.

I fall against the bed with my arms wrapped around her. My fingers trailed down her sides, she's wearing a pretty dress that's loose enough on her body for her to straddle me. That's one of my favorite things because I know if I hold her waist and press down enough I'll get a moan out of her.

Her tongue slips past my lips, and she holds my face in her hand while kissing me— somewhere between gentle and a clothes-off kind of way.

I groan and hold her tighter against me, drawing back to see her face.

We brush noses before she tries to connect our lips again— and I pull away a bit every time we come close enough to kiss. She pouts and I give in, smiling at how little she likes to be teased but how much I like to tease her.

I'd say that makes us perfect for each other.

Loud dance music echoes throughout the house, and Heather whines in disappointment.

"This is ridiculous."

I laugh, "Do you want to leave now?"

"We should...watching this all get put together is going to make me crazy."