Remember Me?

Still.. Trying

And for the first time since being in this reality..

Lydia felt totally relaxed. She exhaled softly, letting the smoke leave her lips in a thick cloud. Every hit of the blunt her and Milo shared she felt herself get lighter and lighter.

Fuck have I needed this. She thought, handing the blunt back to her boyfriend.
Haha boyfriend. How weird. Lydia looked above her watching him. Milo had laid back against the couch, letting her lay her head in his lap while they smoked.

Lydia bit her lip watching as Milo held the blunt to his perfectly soft, pink lips. His eyes squeezed shut as he took a hit. Then all the muscles in his face instantly relaxed while he held the smoke for a moment. Her eyes focused on the way he blew little smoke rings.
Damn..
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip a little harder. A familiar tingling ache in the pit of her stomach.

"You okay?" He noticed how she jumped, he must've startled her even though his voice was just a whisper. Her green eyes were wide as she nodded her head. Milo held in a breath as he took her in. Her dark hair was like a halo spread out over his lap. The way her dress firmly cupped her breasts and the way the hem had begun to rise as she got comfortable on the couch had his blood rushing south.

He ran his hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
"Are you okay?" Her smile had him on cloud nine but her body had him sweating bullets.

"Y-yeah I.. J-just a lot of memories of you wearing this.." He ended up admitting, letting his fingers brush against the soft fabric covering her upper thighs.

The touch of the pads of his fingers felt hot against her skin. She wanted to raise her hips and encourage his wandering hands but a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her how great this evening had been. She didn't want to ruin it.

"What's your favorite memory of us?" Milo sighed in relief as Lydia jumped off him, sitting up next to him instead. Having her on his lap and the memories of her wearing far less were proving to make things very hard for him.

"There's so many.." He cracked a smile, thinking of all the memories they've made in this apartment in such a short time. His smile then faltered as his eyes fell on a photo on the wall.
He needed her to remember. He didn't think he would be strong enough to explain. To re-live it.

"Sad ones too?" Lydia watched as he shook the look off his face but he knew she caught it. She always did. "Yeah but they made us stronger... That's why I believe that no matter what your my soulmate." Milo brought her hand up to his lips just to place a gentle kiss to her wrist.
"I get so scared that I'll lose you.. I've never thought or wanted to think about what would happen if I had to live a life without you in it.." but you already do..
She thought as tears brimmed her eyes. This was nothing like what she thought it would be. The kid you see in the media and on screen, he's so much more.
"I don't want to lose you either.." She sucked in a breath as his head snapped up. His eyes finding hers immediately.
"You don't?"
"I really don't." It was true..

Never had she ever found someone willing to go through hell and back for her. Her time with Milo though it's been short and all sorts of confusing.. It had been the realest thing she had ever experienced.

It felt like they were staring at each other for only a second before Milo was tugging her wrist. Lydia let out a gasp as his lips hastily found hers. His kisses were hungry, desperate, pleading..
Then suddenly his hands were on her waist pulling her on top of him. Her knees on either side of his hips, her hands in his soft hair. He sighed into one of the frantic kisses in realization, she needed him too.