𝟷. 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿𝟻𝟼
There was very little that could be said without being crude of the day Rose and Riff had spent together. At first, it had been like any other. Normal. Non-romantic. Innocent.
They'd been in Riff's trailer, talking, and reading as they always did. What was wrong with that? It was simple, and that was what they loved so much about it. That was what Rose loved so much about him.
When the air changed, there was little to be done.
A lingering touch and a longing stare was enough to make anyone melt. Beneath his cold blue eyes, Rose knew that she was done for. From the moment they first met, she knew that things would be one of two extremes. However, never did she think it to be this one.
The first kiss had been placed upon her neck, in the space below her ear. It was confident, but not sloppy. Then, one by one, the kisses were placed lower and lower, but never further than her collarbone. When their lips met, it was the fusion of ice and fire. The sort of entanglement found in only storybooks for the faint-hearted- not in real life.
But, Riff had never been a normal sort of man. If he was, she never would've been drawn to his persistence. If he was, she would've thought him to be like Alan.
In reality, Riff Lorton could not have been more different that Alan Scarlett.
With a sultry look hidden beneath her hooded eyes, it made it difficult to stop. But, Riff did. Never did he want to cross a border, so he pushed himself away from her body. It was when she pulled him back that he knew what was going to happen.
He knew that he would stop the moment she even doubted herself. He knew that he would never hurt her. He knew that this was going to be magical, because it was Rose. And Rose was the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen.
Cautious touches and nimble fingers ran her skin numb with goosebumps. The inevitability of passion floated through the thick air, as lips moved with a perfect precision. They grazed over tight skin, and pressed only enough to make her whimper.
It was instantly the most beautiful sound that Riff had ever heard.
He knew that this was love. He knew that whatever this was, this agreement, this arrangement- whatever it was, it was love. And he would never have changed it for the world.
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Disclaimer!!!
I do not own West Side Story or the characters originally from the book, play, or musical. I do not own Riff, or any events from the 2021 film that this book is based off. However, I do own Rose, her friends, family, and her relationship with Riff prior to the film.
All of this is purely fictional, anything that relates to real life is purely coincidence.
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