Unexpected

3. Take Me.

Forth.

My thumbs trace over his cheeks, wiping away the vestige of the tears that he just shed. I want them to be just that, all his feelings for Kit to be just that, vestiges of what he feels for him, nothing more.

His lips quiver, drawing my attention to them. Unbidden, my feelings feel like a flood, overwhelming me into submission. It's like I can't stop, I don't even want to.

I lower my face to his and press my lips to his. I didn't imagine them to be that soft. There is no response from him and I can't help myself but mould my lips more into his trying to get a reaction. Though they are sweet and I don't want to be parted from them, the lack of response dampens all the urges that pushed me to kiss him.

I pull back, an apology forming at my lips. I seriously don't want to lose him ever and if friendship is the only thing he can give me, I'll be selfish and take whatever he offers.

It's cute the visual he makes, his lips are in a little pout, his eyes still closed. It makes me want to kiss him more but it needs two people to kiss right.

"I, I don't...."

"Shut up", My apology dies down at my throat. Beam opens his eyes, his hand moves from his chest to encircle my neck as he comes closer to me. The air between us feels thick, stifling as I wait for his next words.

"Do that again", he whispers, his hands behind my neck tugging me down at him.

Did I hear him correctly?

I freeze in confusion.

Beam, as if he is aggravated by my slowness pulls himself to his tiptoes and plants his lips into mine.

It's like fireworks go through my whole system when his lips crash into mine. I come alive in the worst of ways, in the best of ways.

I move my lips on him, my body heats up deliciously, the air around us seems to vibrate and I feel like I'm in cloud nine.

I tease and open my mouth, my tongue asking for entrance into his. He freezes at my antics. I let his lips go enough just to voice my thoughts roughly, "Open for me Beam."

His body shivers in response and I swear nothing has ever turned me on the way he has. My hands snake down to his waist, pulling up his nicely tucked shirt from his pants. I want to feel his skin on mine.

He slowly opens his mouth for me to sneak in and the cataclysm of his taste assaults all of my senses. And when my tongue meets his, he lets out a small sound that validates all of my existence and fuels me on.

I push him to the wall behind him. We are shrouded by darkness, his hands are around my neck, my hands are underneath his shirt stroking the skin on his back. At this contact, he gasps on my mouth.

Every little reaction he gives, every little sound he makes is an assault to my senses that I want more. I scratch his lower back and he lets go of my lips and groans in abandon, throwing back his head.

"Shhhh", I breathe alongside his jawline and trace my lips on his neck. His fingers dug into my neck and I can feel his strength there, everything he has bottled up inside. My firecracker.

I want to tease him some more. He is scrumptious and I want to feast on him. I open my mouth and lick the side of his neck till I reach the area where his neck meets his shoulder and give it a tiny bite. His grunt of surprise and the moan that follows makes me want more, so I nibble and suck at the bite till I make a mark. And the way he is holding onto me, I reckon I have a drew crescent marks on my neck too.

"I think we should stop", Beam says, his voice dripping with need.

"I don't want to," I whisper along his jawline, on my way to his lips.

"Please", his breathy whisper burns along the air between us and I wonder if he is asking me to stop or to continue.

I try to calm myself down and get myself off his face but his lips follow me, capturing mine in a fierce kiss. His kisses are really addictive the way they make me feel. This is so surreal how he is kissing me.

He breaks the kiss, looks at me with hooded eyes, "Would you stay with me tonight?"

A pool of heat forms deep into my insides at his request with that voice with those honey eyes darkening into the color of whiskey and I want to get myself drunk on him.

But something in my conscience screams in retaliation, a voice of reason I want to ignore but can't. Is he doing this because he is heartbroken. Am I taking advantage of how vulnerable he is right now. Will I be able to go through this?

I am ashamed to admit it but I am pretty selfish, I have always been. It doesn't matter if he wants to stay with me for this reason alone. I will make him love me, one way or another.

But still I ask, "Are you sure?"

His eyes seem to lose focus but his hands slide down from my neck to my chest down my sides to my waist. He pulls me close, hip to hip and I can feel what he means. All my previous thoughts melt away when I feel how hard he is underneath his clothes.

As if to prove his point he grinds himself to me, his eyes rolling at the back of his head, his lips closing the gap between us. Just before he crashes his lips into mine in a voracious battle, he whispers, "Yes" and I lose all my sanity.

-XOXOX-

Maybe a couple of chapters more and I'll stop. I needed to get this off of my chest.
Anyhow. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Love, ~R