I walk into the room we had agreed on, pulling my bag further over one shoulder, and I see him hovering by the teachers desk at the front.
God he's so handsome sometimes. I wish everyone else could see how pretty he looks.
I drop my bag in the corner, and walk over to him, and he meets my eyes for only a second before dropping his gaze to the floor.
"John? What's wrong love?" I ask softly, reaching out and taking his hands in mine, running my fingers over his skin, and he fidgets his hands slightly.
His eyes still trained at the floor, he mumbles in the smallest voice, his voice shaking "Do you still want to be with me?"
"Oh baby," I reply, and he squeezes my hands slightly, biting his lip. "Why would you ever think I wouldn't?"
His voice sounded on the edge of tears as he mumbles "I don't know," and shifted slightly, sniffing.
I gently take one of my hands from his and I tilt his chin up gently, so that he's looking at me, his gorgeous mint green eyes meeting mine, tears welled in them and a single hot tear streams down his face as he blinks.
I could get lost in his eyes, his beautiful eyes. He doesn't make eye contact often but when he does it likes I've been kissed by God. His eyes are so pretty and deep, so many different colours all scattered together. I could stare at them for hours if he'd let me.
"I will always want to be with you," I whisper as his lip trembles, and I can't help it now I'm staring at his lips, I have to kiss him.
I lean forward slightly, my lips meeting his only softly, his lips smooth yet chapped where he's bitten them, the kiss only lasting a few seconds before I pull apart from him.
But it wasn't enough. I needed it again. I needed him again.
I cup his cheek, pulling him slightly closer towards me and our lips meet once more, kissing again, but I pull him even closer and deepen the kiss.
Not even thinking, I push him backwards onto the desk and press myself even closer to him, pressing my body up against his.
He wraps his legs around my waist, and I feel my stomach leap.
(unneeded a/n but have you ever kissed someone and they cup ur cheek WHILE UR KISSING THAT SHITS LIKE COCAINE YES)
I refuse to let go of his cheek, pulling him closer, my other arm wrapped around him and pulling him close.
John pulls me closer by my waist, his other hand entangles in my hair, and it's then when I give in and run my tongue over his bottom lip.
He grants me an entrance, and I don't hesitate, both of us comfortable pulling each other closer as our tongues explore each other's mouths, vying for each other's warmth and bodies.
I held him close to me, loving him gently, trying to make up for whatever had made him doubt us and my love for him.
I could sense him running out of breath, making little gasps in between our kisses, and I pull away, gently kissing down to his neck.
His fingers stayed in my hair as I planted soft kisses on his neck, just under his ear, and it kind of tuned me on.
"You're so pretty," I cant help but murmur in between my kisses, "So beautiful." I wish he could see it. I wish he could see how perfect how is, how pretty he is.
I wish he could see himself the way I saw him, I wish he could see how beautiful he really is
He tilted his head back, shutting his eyes, and definitely moaned quietly, which only encouraged me to give him a hickey so you can't really blame for that. I hope he won't be mad.
I'm going to invite him over since we've got a day off. I'm going to give him a lot more hickeys then.
I wonder if we can fuck then?
I'm not going to push anything, but if things turn out that way...
I really hope we can. I want to do bad.
I want him so badly.
