Tangled Up Like Night and Day

Chapter 5: Slow Burn

Author's Note: This story has like no views which is fine but is still somehow on the Hunter tags list? So if someone is reading it: hi enjoy lmao but also: smut warning this chapter!

To get in the right frame of mind, Hunter and I decided to go dancing that weekend, or at least observe the sexed up club life and see what happened. For the occasion, I dressed in a short skirt, low cut top, and heels, hoping he would take note. As I stepped into the living room, his eyes slowly glazed over me, head to toe, and I smiled triumphantly to myself. He, however, didn't come to play either. He wore a nice button up, a few of the top buttons already undone, with tight jeans. Damn him.

At the club, we both avoided drinking, wanting to get the most out of the night, if it progressed. We stood to the side, people watching for a bit before deciding to hit the dance floor during a more lowkey song. We were both bad at dancing, so we couldn't help but laugh at each other.

When a more intense, upbeat song came on, we watched as couples moved closer and closer, bodies grinding together to the beat of the music, looking at each other hesitantly. Bravely, I stepped forward so I was flush against his body, slowly moving against him. He cautiously placed his hands on my hips, moving in tandem with me.

We sped up the pace to match the song, unable to break eye contact. My heart was beating faster, reveling in the feeling of him pressed against me. As the song changed to another of a similar beat, I spun around so my back was facing him. He pulled me close, neither of us wanting to break apart for even a second. I grinded against him, almost unconsciously, as if forgetting we were best friends and we didn't do this. His hot breath hit my neck, and I felt a desperation I hadn't in a long time, the need for him to be even closer.

I pulled him off the dance floor and straight out of the club, wanting to find the car as soon as possible. The car ride home was quiet, but electricity seemed to be buzzing between us. We're we doing this? Part of me almost felt hesitant, but it was quickly overpowered by the realization that I wanted this. Mostly, I wanted him.

When we crossed the threshold of his house, we both paused, looking at each other more nervously now. "I'm gonna be honest," he began, shifting his weight on his feet. "I don't know how to start. This is...different."

I took a tentative step toward him. "Show me how you treat a woman you want to sleep with...pretend I'm not me for awhile."

He took a step toward me too, swallowing hard. "I don't want to pretend you're not you." He cupped my face, catching my lips with his in a slow, fiery kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. His tongue prodded at my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth in compliance, moaning slightly as his tongue dived in without hesitation. He had definitely improved at this since middle school.

His hands fell to my hips as he began pulling me toward his bedroom, never breaking the deep kiss. My fingers tangled in his hair, desperate to touch every inch I could reach. When we finally reached his room, he pressed me hard against the door, fumbling with the knob briefly before it flung open, catching me before I could fall back. He guided me toward bed, climbing on top of me as I laid against the mattress.

He finally broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air. My hands dropped to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he kissed me again, even more intensely than before. Finally finishing with the buttons, I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor. He pulled me part of the way up, fingers slipping underneath my shirt with another kiss. He slowly pulled the garment over my head, fingertips grazing the length of my torso as it rose and was cast aside.

He kissed me again, starting along my jawline, down my neck, along my collarbone. I melted into his touch, only vaguely aware of his hands reaching for my bra, swiftly unhooking it and throwing it aside. He pressed me into his chest as he kissed my mouth again, the feeling of his skin against mine seeming to set my nerve endings on fire.