Run To You

Chapter 10

"Why does it have to rain?" Kirstie pouted.
"You could've woken me up!"
"But we would've been caught in the rain, and you're cute when you're asleep."
"Scott comes home tomorrow. How will we tell them?" Kirstie nuzzles her face in my neck.
"What if we hold off a day. Tonight we tell my family, tomorrow your's, and in two days the boys."
"Sounds fine. Are you excited to meet all the Kaplans?"
"Are you excited to meet all the Maldonados?"
"Do you want to watch TV?"
"No."
I grab onto her waist, and she scoots closer to me. I kiss her softly, and she slithers her tongue across my bottom lip. Our tongues dance in the other's mouth. She plays with the hem of my t shirt, and I rip it off. She smirks, and rips her's off too. I admire her for a moment. Her smooth skin, her hair pulled up in a bun, her everything.
"You checkin' me out?" she smirks.
"Can a man not look at his goddess?" I laugh.
"Goddess? Whatever."
I pull her close to me. "You are beautiful in every way," I whisper in her ear. She shivers, and I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug. Her hot breath tingles against my skin. I squeeze her tighter. She giggles, and I move my hands up. I was going to tug on the ends of her hair, but my hand got caught on her bra latch, and the way I pulled up my hand, it unlatched.
"Avi!" she squealed, and I pulled away. I look down at her, but she once again takes my breath away. She's holding up her bra by the part where the cup and the elastic meet. The straps are falling down her shoulders. She rolls her eyes, and her hands drop. I shield my eyes.
"What? Am I not good enough? Please don't hurt me!" Kirstie cried.
"I don't want to see you unless you want me to see you! Kirstie, we've been over this. I'm. Not. Going. To. Hurt. You."
"I think I'm ready."
"Are you sure?"
"It's not like we're doing it, you're just seeing me partially naked for the first time."
"That is a big deal!"
"Savor it. I love you and I want you to look at me."
I hesitantly open my eyes. She's wearing a t shirt. My t shirt.
"Where are your, you know. I thought you wanted me to look at you."
"I don't want to pressure you into something. Since this relationship is about respect, I'll respect you."
"Why are you so perfect?"
"Why did you take off my bra, and then shield your eyes like a toddler?"
"I was trying to play with the ends of your hair, and somehow your bra came off."
"Any one other of my boyfriends would've pulled it off of me," she cuddled into my chest.
"Well I love you too much for that."
"I freaking love you, Avi Kaplan."
"I freaking love you, Kirstie Maldonado."
"Can we cuddle in bed?"
"Why?"
"The windows are right there, and I don't know how I feel about open blinds." I pick her up bridal style and carry her into my bedroom. She crawls under the covers and slaps next to her to get in. I take off my belt and unbutton my pants.
"What are you doing?" she points a manicured finger at me.
"If I'm gonna nap, I'm gonna take off my pants and wear boxers." I crawl into bed, and she snuggles up next to me. I kiss her head.
"We need to get ready for later."
"Later," I moan, and she giggles.
"Did I wake you?" she laughs.
"Yes," I shoot her a glare, and she begins to get out of bed. I grab her hips in an attempt to pull her back, but she wriggles out of my grasp. I follow her into her bedroom, and pull her back into my room. I throw her on the bed, and kiss her. She giggles against my mouth, and I run my hands up and down her body. She pulls away and pushes me down.
"Go get dressed," she commands, and I go to my closet. I feel her grab my butt on the way out. I laugh and pick out a flannel and some dark wash jeans. I fix my hair in the bathroom mirror, and go into Kirstie's room. Her back is to me, and she's picking out some jewelry. I grab he bum and run out. She follows closely behind. She's wearing a flower top and skinny jeans. I take her hand and we go to see her family.