🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Hot And Heavy-16

(A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a hot minute. I've been dealing with school and I had to go to one of my family members funeral this week. But, I'll try to update more frequently. I appreciate all of the love! Enjoy! <3)
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I scoffed at him. "Whatever..." I paused for a second and took my hands away from him and placed them on my lap. "Since when were you a good kisser?" I asked tilting my head. Stu chuckled. "I guess I've just had a lot of experience." I grinned slightly with an evil glint in my eye. "So then you wouldn't mind if we tested that theory?" He looked at me and smiled. "I sure as hell wouldn't."

He gently grabbed my hands guiding them back to around his neck. He placed his arms back around my waist. He leaned in closer and I closed my eyes. His lips finally met mine. He's passionate. Very, very passionate. I'm so glad he doesn't fucking suck my face off while kissing me. Some of those other guys I dated were just...disgusting. All sex driven monsters from hell. Just pitiful.

He moved one of his hands to the back of my head and gently pulled me closer- effectively deepening the already lovely make out session. His hand grasped my hair pulling it slightly. (If you don't have any hair, then ignore this! :)) Heat started to rise to my cheeks. Another point for Stu. He knows how to get someone visibly fucking shaken.

I leaned back taking in a breath of air that I hadn't had in a while. I looked down at my lap. "Okay well that theory was proven..." I giggled lightly. He laughed along with me. "But," I paused looking back up into his eyes. "If you ever wanna prove that theory again just to make sure, then I'll be ready for it." I grinned at him. He smiled back. "Okaayyyy!" He stretched his arms out and let out a soft sigh. "Do you wanna go grab some food?" I nodded my head vigorously. "I'm strarviiiiing!"

I jumped up from his bed and he guided me out the door. "So I'm guessing that's your room?" He nodded. "So who's room did I wake up in?" He rolled his eyes and grinned. "Yours of course. We thought that you might want your own room since Y'know.." He trailed off getting quieter and quieter. "Huh?" I asked scrunching up my face. He looked down at me. His face got slightly redder. "You have your..your girl shit going on so we thought it was best you had your own space."

My face remained blank for a couple of seconds. "Aww, that's very sweet of you and Billy. I appreciate it a lot." He smiled at me. "Anytime baby." We kept waking down seemingly endless hallway. Finally we reached the kitchen. "Ooo, this is nice. I'm surprised you and Billy got this place." Stu opened up the fridge. "Yeah it was his idea but I had to get my parents to actually buy it. Y'know- they're kinda rich." He chuckled at the end. "Yeah, yeah. Lucky fucker."

He opened the fridge wider leaning down to get a better look at what's inside of it. "Anything good?" I asked peeking over his form. "Uhhhh, we have some frozen pizza?" I smiled. "Sounds good to me." He pulled out the pizza and set it on the counter. I hopped up on the counter and sat there swinging my legs. "Hey Stu?" He hummed in acknowledgment. "I feel like Billy boy seems to run off a lot. Where's he at now?" Stu shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno- probably off in the basement.." He continued to grab a pan and other stuff to cook the pizza. I sighed softly. "Hm." I glanced around the room.

No sign of a mysterious basement in here. "Could you..." I started. "Could you show me where the basement is?" Stu turned around and placed his hands on his hips. He shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Follow me sweets." He started to walk out of the kitchen so I quickly followed after him. We walked back down the hallway and stopped at one of the doors. "Hereeeeee it is!" Stu announced like a fancy cars salesman. I giggled. "Alright, thank you Stu."

He grinned. "Good luck my good sire, you'll need it." He stated in a really butchered British accent while saluting me. I smiled and saluted him back. "Roger that." Stu walked back toward the kitchen humming a soft tune. I don't know what it was but I mean- it's Stu. He'll make up some really cool shit. I exhaled and opened the door. I'm sure there's nothing that bad in here. These goonfucks are like me. Crazy- no. Psychotic. Yeah, that's the word. Psychotic.

I traveled down the stairs slowly adjusting to the darkness. I made it to the bottom and looked around. Simple design. A table in the corner of the room, some weapons strewn about. But where in the hell is Billy at? Two hands suddenly were placed on my hips. My breath hitched. I turned my head back to of course see the fucker that always seems to run off somewhere. "Where have you been?" I asked Billy. I felt him shrug from behind me. He was still pressed up against my back. "Oh Y'know..just here and there."

I rolled my eyes even through I knew he wouldn't have seen me do it. I turned around and faced him. "Do you not want to be around me?" I asked him with seriousness caked across my face. He seemed take aback. "No?" He said more like a question. "Mkay..well then why do you run off to random places with no explanation?" He sighed seemingly aggravated. "Because I'm doing stuff for you."

I knitted my eyebrows together. "What do you mean?" He pointed to a corner in the room. "I've been going back to the shitty motel you stayed at and grabbing all your stuff." I looked over at the pile of items that I had bought. "Oh." I said in a monotone. I cleared my throat and turned back to face Billy. We were inches apart. Not even 3 inches. We were very close to each others faces. Obviously, he was at least a head taller than me, but still. We were very close to each other. I looked up at him and he grinned down at me.

"Are we about to kiss or something?"