Flying Bisons [2] Bolin

Chapter 43

I lie on my bed staring up at the ceiling with pursed lips. Now that Opal is gone we will be heading off soon. We had all agreed to get a good night sleep in so we can wake up early and figure out where to go next however, these past nights I've seemed to have shared a bed with Bolin. And if I'm honest it made me feel safer and more comfortable; I'm finding it hard to sleep alone. Maybe I should go and sleep in his room, but would he be asleep?

I slide out of bed and place my bare feet on the ground. I sometimes wonder if being in love with Bolin has made me weak, and it's because of moments like this. But right now I don't care about being seen as weak, I just want to be with him. I slowly make my way to my bedroom door and I slip out of my room. My arms hug my body in attempt to cover myself up slightly. I don't want to bump into someone whilst I'm in my sleepwear, it doesn't exactly leave much to the imagination.

I quickly find my way to Bo's room and I hesitate outside it. I gently place my ear against the door wanting to know whether he is asleep or not. The last thing I want to do is wake him up. I hear the faint sound of his footsteps and I feel myself smile; he isn't asleep yet. I move away from the door and knock on it gently. There is brief silence, but I soon hear his footsteps walk towards me and the door opens. Bolin stands in front of me wearing some long shorts and a tank top. He must have been about to go to bed. I give Bolin a small smile as I look up to him and he raises an eyebrow to me.

"Ula, are you okay?" He asks as he takes my hand and guides me into his room. He closes the door behind me and turns me to face him once again.

"Yeah, I just, umm, I wanted to be with you." I admit and I feel heat creep onto my face. Bo smiles widely and he brings his hands up to cup my face.

"It's a good thing I always want to be with you then." He says. He leans down and kisses me gently however, he soon draws back. Much sooner than I would have liked.

"I kinda thought you'd be asleep." I say and he chuckles softly.

"Well, even if I was, I'd still want you with me." He says. My heart begins to beat faster against my chest and I begin to feel nervous. I'm not nervous because of the way Bo is gently rubbing his thumbs against my cheek, I'm nervous because that feeling is back, the one I feel when things start to grow intimate. But I'm not letting fear control me anymore.

I lift myself up slightly so that I'm on my tiptoes and I kiss him a little less gently than he had kissed me. Bolin's hands move to my waist as I cling onto his neck, our kiss growing with intensity. My fingers move to his hair and I feel his arms tighten their grip on me as I gently tug at the roots. My heart is frantically beating, bursting from the sensations racing through me. I'm surprised Bolin can't fell it, or maybe he can feel it and he's choosing to stay quiet about it.

Bolin breaks the kiss allowing us both to come up for air and he looks me in the eyes. I can see a sense of hunger within his, though I can tell that he's holding it back. He doesn't want to make me feel uncomfortable, and that simple caring act makes me love him even more. I slowly bring my hands down his arms and into his large hands, not breaking eye contact with him. His smile has gone and I know that he is wondering what's going on in my mind, but I don't utter a word. Instead I start to back up towards his bed, guiding him with me. He blinks a couple of times when he realises what I'm wanting and his eyes dart between the bed and me before they land on me. I look up to him, but before I can realise he is closing the distance between us and kissing me again.

He leans me down onto the mattress and our kiss becomes an outlet for our love for one another. Every loving memory, every moment that I've fallen in love with Bolin all over again pours into our kiss creating a level of passion that neither of us have felt before. I let my legs spread so that Bo can hover over me comfortably and I feel a fire ignite within me as our hips collide against each other. A small moan slips into the kiss as a completely new sensation tingles through my body from that one collision. That is a feeling I want to feel again.