What The Hell?!

Motivation

" So, I have an idea." I stated, brushing my hair into a lazy, side pony tail. Ross turned his head towards me, squishing his face against the bed he was sprawled out on. " Yes...?" He prodded, gesturing for me to continue. " Marissa said she met Chris online. We create a profile, put my picture, and arrange to meet." Ross thought about it for a moment, rolling his tongue around in his mouth.

" Hell no." His tone was so simple yet held so much fire. " Ooh come on." I bounded onto the bed next to him, laughing at the squeaks. " It's not like he can get me through the computer." " We're still using your photo and I'm not okay with that." He tossed one leg over my lap, strattling me on the rustic bed. " I'll do it with or without you. Jeez, I don't have half as much motivation as you and I'm coming up with all the schemes."

" Ha freaking ha, and why aren't you motivated?" I sat up, colliding our chest together much to his delight. " I didn't say that, I said I wasn't as motivated as you." His hands were stroking my arms, which brought up a coincidental subject change. " Whats with all the touching?" Ross' eyebrows shot up, a tiny smirk playing on the edges of his mouth.

" Touching?" " Yes. Touching. Lately you've been nonstop touching me or kissing me and I want to know why." I crossed my arms over my chest, proud of myse lf until he pushed me against the bed. His lips landed on my soft spot, giggles erupting through me. " Maybe I like touching you, and I definitely know you like it when I touch you." He breathed huskily in my ear, sucking on my neck.

" Who said I liked you touching me?" My voice sounded weak and shaky even to my own ears. His lips were at the hem of my shirt, obviously annoyed it was in the way. " The fact that your not stopping me right now." His soft lips brushed mine, enough to steal my breath.

Even though I didn't admit it, I knew he was stealing more than my breath. His witty remarks, the way he rolled his tongue in his mouth when he thought, how protective he was. The way his eyes shine. All of these were factors of it, Ross Craves was stealing my heart.

Ross*

This girl was driving me insane. She was such a pain in the ass, sarcastic as hell, and obviously beautiful. I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into, but I think I liked it. I liked her. Alot. She changed what I originally thought of her, unknowingly making me fall for her.

In this moment, with my lips against hers, I knew it was right. I deepened the kiss, tangling my fingers in her smooth hair. Her hands were travelling up and down my back, creating scratches that weren't at all painful. I groaned as a result, pressing harder against her. Her hands cupped my face, cradling it as our tongues continued their dance.

I slipped my hands under her shirt, breaking the kiss for only a moment to yank it over her head and toss it to the floor. I left her lips, placing swift kisses down her bare torso. My hands cupped her breast through her bra, squeezing and pinching, enjoying her gripes of pleasure.

Lauren dragged my head back up to hers, connecting our lips in a sweet kiss. I pulled back, knowing I had to stop before I couldn't. I already needed a freezing cold shower thanks to ' little Ross' excitement. She sat up pecking my lips one more time before shoving me off.

Lauren*

My giggles filled the room hearing his groans from the floor. I know I was being a bitch, but to me it was normal. I hated expressing my feelings in any kind of way, it's like the words felt wrong on my tongue. I was about to tell Ross I liked him, but I couldn't be that idiotic.

He was probably just using me for fun any way, and I needed to stop him. I needed to stop this, no matter how much pain it caused me. I shot up from the matress, stealing my shirt off of the floor. I shrugged it on over my head just as Ross stood, rubbing his head. I did feel kind of bad about hurting him. " You always have to ruin our sexy time." He complained, causing me to erupt in laughter.

" We don't have sexy time." " Then what was that?" He gestured to the bed, his tone laced with incredibility. I placed my finger on my chin, furrowing my brows in thought. " Friend time." I offered, shrugging it off as I walked to my laptop bag. Once I had it in my grasp I threw it to Ross, heading over to my bag of clothes.

" What are you doing?" " We, are going to a local coffee shop and creating my profile. Get dressed." I stated, stripping off my shorts and switching them with a pair of light skinny jeans. I felt Ross's eyes on me, choosing to ignore them I replaced my shirt with a black tank top under a red crop top. I felt a pair of hands on my waist, rubbing circles while creating fire. I bit back a moan, freeing my hair from its holder.

I felt his lips at my neck, his tongue sliding up and down. " Uh uh, go get dressed." I reluctantly flung from his grasp, sniggering at his groan of protest.

Lauren*

" I like that picture, so I'm using it." " Fine of you want a kidnapper jacking off to your picture, by all means, go ahead." I banged my head against the table repeatedly, clenching my fist. We had gotten to the coffee shop a half an hour ago, currently fighting over what picture of me we were going to use. Every one I picked Ross turned down, saying grown men would use it for porn, which I highly doubt, I'm not exactly model material.

" Stop, I don't want to have to break you out of a mental asylum." I chuckled, picking my head back up. " Then you stop. Just let me pick a picture." He shook his head childishly, crossing his muscled arms. I sighed, sinking into the booth seat. The young waiter approached our table, a flirtatious grin at the ready. He was kind of cute, his brown hair cropped with streaks of gold running through it, nice brown eyes. No where near as nice as Ross though...

" Hello, would you like anything else? Coffee, chocolate, my number...?" His voice trailed, smirking in my direction. " Sorry man I don't roll that way. My girlfriend would be pissed." Ross swung an arm around my shoulder possessively after his statement, the waiter who's nametag read Ted, eyes widened. " Sorry I didn't realise she was your girl..." He began to apologise, ruffling his hair.

" I'm not his girl, I'm his step sister. His girlfriend is away at a pageant." I cupped my hands around my mouth. " Drag queen." Ted belted out laughter, Ross just tugged me closer to him. " Good, then I can flirt with you freely?" I chuckled, rolling my eyes. " Sorry, taken." He nodded sighing, walking away from our table.

Ross sent me an amused look, which I responded with sticking my tongue out. His mouth found my tongue, carefully sucking on it. I decided to humor him for a minute, crashing our lips together. Once he asked for entrance I pulled back, shifting my attention to the computer.

His moan was soft but noticeable as his cheek rested on my head. He slid is hand down my back, gripping me around the waist. " I say this picture and thats final." He huffed, but I felt him nod in approval against my head. It was a picture of me at the park, the wind blowing my hair around. I was wearing a red sun dress, halter style that came to my knees.

" Fine..." I smiled, turning to kiss him on the cheek in a thank you gesture. Although my face was turned towards the screen, I didn't miss the small smile on his face. Man I really hope that my plan would work, and not turn into a total disaster.

Luck never was on my side.