Standing By

Kirstie

"Avi, look!" I squeal, and point to the ticket sales on Broadway. I slip into line. Avi comes behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses the top of my head, and I lean into him. We wait in line, and get two tickets for Wicked. I squeal, seeing as it is my favorite musical. We walk hand in hand to Times Square. I gaze up at all the tall buildings in awe. Avi moves his lips to my ear.
"I counted the stars tonight,
Oh how they shined so bright.
I gathered them all so we perfectly align," he began to sing Standing By in my ear. I sighed out of my nose and tried to hold in the tears forming in my eyes.
"That was beautiful, Avi!" I smiled up at him, and he kissed my mouth softly.
"A beautiful song for a beautiful girl."
"Shut up!" I giggle, and gently smack his chest.
"I found out why Kori broke up," Avi whispers in my ear. I take his hand to guide him to our room. He kisses my lips, and forces his tongue into my mouth. I push him against the wall and roughly allow our tongues to tango. I pull away for air, and he kisses my jawline.
(A/N steamy)He nips my soft spot, causing a moan to escape. He flips us around so I am up against the wall, and he takes my waist and guides us to the bathroom. My hands fly through the buttons, revealing his t shirt underneath. I run my hands under his shirt, and rip it off his body. He smirks at me, and turns on the shower water. He once again approaches me, and I take off my shirt, leaving me solely in my bra and pants. I reach behind my back and unhook it, allowing it to fall down my torso. Avi stares at me everywhere, a small grin on his lips. Our mouths meet again, and I unbutton his pants. I let them fall down his legs before he kicks them off. He strips me of my pants and underwear, and pulls away to admire me once again. He sucks in air when his eyes hit me, and I play with the waistband of his boxers.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers in my ear, causing shivers to roll down my spine. We hop into the shower, and for the sake of your innocence, I'll leave you there.

"So," I say, walking out into where the bed sits, dried off from the fun we had cleaning up, "give your wifey the dish."
"Well, remember when we all played hide-and-go-seek?"
"Yeah."
"Well both Tori and Esther were wearing hoodies. Black hoodies. Kevin thought he saw Tori, but it was Esther, and he kissed her right as Tori walked in. It lead to a big fight where Tori stormed out and Kevin was left heartbroken. Simple as that."
"Wow. So, the Scomiche dish came out."
"OMG!" Avi squealed like a 7th grader. I connected our lips so he would shut up.
"Mitch got tested. They said if he ever had it, they would have known. He tested negative for everything."
"Does that mean that Scott," Avi stares into my eyes, "cheated."
"I don't really know. All I know is they aren't together anymore."
"Kirstie," he murmurs in my ear, his deep voice resonating through my body. I shiver.
"Avi," I whisper in his ear: payback for what he just did. He knows that drives me crazy.
"Would you mind if I kissed you?" he dropped his voice so low, my skin had goosebumps flooded over it.
"I don't know," I get lost in his emerald eyes. He leads in, our lips mere centimeters apart.
"I want you so bad," he whispers, and we are so close, I can feel his lips moving. I tilt in closer so our lips brush. He pulls me by the waist closer, causing me to sit on his lap. My hands get tangled in his hair, and I adjust my hips so I'm straddling him. I slip my tongue in his mouth, and he moans gently as our tongues fight for dominance. I rock my hips onto him, and he grabs a firm hold onto me. I pull away and tug at his bottom lip between my teeth. His fingers graze the soft skin of my waist, and pulls up the hem of my shirt gently. I pull it off, and he admires me. I was too lazy to put on a bra after our shower, so he once again sees me topless. I allow him to stare as long as he would like. I don't really care, and it's not like he could take a picture. What if a Pentaholic were to find his phone, and a picture of my boobs were on it. He attaches his lips to my collarbone, kissing it gently. His kisses travel down, before I push him off.
"My turn," I smirk, and connect our lips once again. I slip a hand down the waistband of his boxers, and allow my fingers to stroke him. He moans against my mouth, and I palm him harder. I retract my hand, and play with his shirt. Pushing him down by his shoulders, I press him onto the bed so I'm on top. I rock my hips once again, and break our lip contact so I can lift the shirt off.
"You know, when you grind onto me, it takes all my self control not to completely let beast replace man," he murmurs huskily, and I lean close to his ear.
"Why don't you show me," I whisper, and look into his eyes. A look of hunger and want fills them.
(A/N it gets real here)
He pulls down his sweatpants, so he only wears his boxers. I admire him, and he moves his lips to attack my neck full force. He hits my sweet spot, and I moan. I hear him grunt as he runs his hands all over my body, and I'll let you imagine where the night took us.

"Kirstie, that may have been the best I've ever had."
"My pleasure," I whisper and move so our fronts are touching.
"No, babe, that was the best."
"Really," I roll my eyes.
"It's like, you let me take control, but you still had your grip on it. I loved that."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, beloved," he whispers, and we fade into sleep.