Sinbound

(26) Promises

"You're in your head again," Alex states, handing Amari a glass of water, before taking a seat beside her on the couch.

"Lex..." Amari sighs.

"What is it?" Alex asks.

"It's this," Amari states, gesturing between them, "I need to know something, is it real to you like it is for me?"

"How'd you mean?" Alex responds.

"I like you, Lex, but I do have to admit that I am worried, I know you've told me not to listen to rumours about you, but I can't help but indulge sometimes," Amari says, "I don't want to become another story, another night. I know you're not particularly good at speaking, but it'd really help to know your intentions."

"My intentions are long term, if that answers your question," Alex responds, "I'm assuming your worries are coming from my history of one night stands?"

Amari nods, as Alex shifts in her seat, angling herself towards her, "it would never be like that with you, Mar, you are so unfathomably different to them. I don't want to hurt you, and I think I'd go fucking crazy if I could only hold you for one night. Whatever you want from me, is what you will get. You don't want to label it, we don't have to. You don't want me whatsoever, I'll deal with it. You want me to be yours, well... I already am, I have been for a while."

Alex watches as Amari places the glass of water on the table, before she straddles Alex's lap, "you're mine, Shelby."

"I'm honoured," Alex smiles.

A genuine smile. God, that smile, it was gorgeous, breathtaking. Truly, Alex should smile more. But knowing this smile, it was reserved for her, for this private moment, it sent shivers down her spine.

Kissing Alex was better than Amari could have possibly imagine. For someone so rough, her lips were soft, and gentle as they brushed against hers. One of Alex's hands was resting in her hair, the other was on her waist. It was driving her insane.

Alex flips them over so Amari was now on her back beneath her, her hands trailing down Alex's back.

"I really don't want to hurt you, Amari, and I know you're a people pleaser, but if I do something to upset you, you're going to have to tell me because there's a high possibility I won't recognise what I've done," Alex states, breaking the kiss momentarily.

"You won't hurt me," Amari replies confidently, before pulling her back down into a heated kiss. She was unable to stop herself from rolling her hips against Alex, and found it pleasantly arousing when Alex held them down with her hand.

Trailing an array of kisses down her neck, Alex whispers, "if you're going to get off, it's going to be the proper way, and preferably on my face."

Alex then slides her hands around to Amari's back, as she gets off the sofa, hoisting Amari up, the woman's legs instinctively wrapping around her waist, carrying the woman into her bedroom, laying her down on the centre of the bed.

Alex goes to unbotton her own shirt, before hesitating. She had that god-awful scar that ran diagonally across her torso, that ugly branding on her hip.

"What's wrong?" Amari asks, "you don't have to take it off if you don't feel comfortable doing so."

Alex was having an internal battle. Kalianne had always complained about her reluctance to taker her shirt off, said it meant they were never truly intimate, and goddammit did she want to be intimate with Amari.

"Lex, listen to me, if you're not comfortable doing something then don't... okay?" Amari says, pulling Alex closer to her, a smirk to the woman's lips as she slowly descends into her knees at the edge of the bed.