Her Name Was Meloni

i missed you

We spent the rest of the drive home discussing what movie I should watch to night, but of course Becks thought it was pointless. As she says 'if it's a good date, you won't even remember the movie you put on, but you'll remember everything about him' and I couldn't help but to agree. However, still wanted to get a good movie just in case he's still treating me like a bloody nun.

I ended up deciding on the movie I wanted to see for awhile, and I was thinking about this morning. Spy with Melissa McCarthy. Becks laughed at my choice but I just flipped her off. Once she dropped me off, I gave her a goodby peck and made my way to the house.

Once I opened the door I waved my hand and gave Becks one last goodbye as she drove off. I shut the door behind me and made my way upstairs to take a shower.
As the hot water began to fall my thoughts began to flow and fill my mind.

Me and Tate are really doing it. We are finally starting to date for real. The last few times that me and Tate hung out, we always had people around us. If it was Becks and Mike, it would be my dad. Though I had no problem with them tagging along, mostly due to the fact that Mike would be nice to me, though it was mostly to get in Becks good side. But sometimes i really wanted to be alone with Tate. No dad. No Mike. And no Becks.

Once I stepped out the shower, the cold air hit my sling causing little bumps to form I reached for my towel and wrapped it around my body. My arms stopped moving one my eyes landed on the scar on my chest. Ms. Emily.

I began to rub at my new heart and closed my eyes.

"Ms. Emily, I'm a little nervous. Please give me the strength and confidence to make this night a success." I said and began to wrap the towel around me and began to make my way out of the bathroom.

It took me forever to find a an out fit I was satisfied with. I wanted to wear something cute but comfortable. I had pulled out my whole closet and threw it on the bed. It took an eternity but I finally found the perfect fit. It was grey joggers with a black crop top. It was cute and casual.

I began to put my clothes on and the sudden sound of my phone ringing caught my attention.

"Shit! Where is it?" I said as I jumped around trying to put my pants on. I pulled the pants on and began to look around the room. I found it on top of my pillow. It was Tate.

"Hello!" I said a little too loudly. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Sorry, hi."

He chuckled into the phone. "Your good. I'm downstairs and I brought your favs." He said. I squealed into the phone.

"Okay, I'm on my way down." I said

"Okay." He said and I hung up. I basically ran down the stairs and nearly died. Luckily o found my balance and made my way to the door without incident.

Okay Loni. You got this bitch.

I stared at the closed door and took a deep breath before I opened it.

"Hey my little owl." He said with smile. God he looked good. He wore white t-shirt that hugged his muscles well. His tattoos were almost on full display. He had on denim jeans that fit a little loose so it showed the hem of his Michael Kors underwear.

"Little owl, could please stop staring and move aside so I can bring the snacks in? And I'm also a little cold." He said with that stupid smirk.

I quickly loved to the side, and I prayed he couldn't tell how embarrassed I was. God, I was already caught staring at him like I was a starving animal.

He made his way to the kitchen and I followed. I sat at the bar and watched as he pulled out snacks on the counter in front of me.

"So how was school? Make any new friends?" He asked and as soon as the words left his mouth, he cringed. "God I sound like your dad."

I laughed.

"No, your a different type of daddy." I thought to myself.

His movement stopped and he looked at me with a wicked look on his face. His smirk would make the civil swoon. There was amusement and........heat in his eyes that I've seen before. My body instantly reacted. I clutched my thighs together and began to shift in my seat under his stare.

"Loni?" He said in a low voice. 

"Yes?" I asked.

"Did you just call me a different type of daddy?" He asked.

Did I? I said that out loud.........good job, Loni. His eyes dropped to my lips and his smirk faltered slightly.

I nodded. And I couldn't help but swallowed hard. Come on.....kiss me.

He slowly made his way around the counter to me. The whole time his eyes were on me, eating me alive. I kept my gaze forward, I was afraid if I looked him in his eyes I would loose my resolve. The sudden feel of his body heat behind me made me her a little in surprise.

"Jumpy, aren't we?" He said. I could hear the smile on his face.

His head moved it way to the crook of my neck and a shiver went up my spine. His lips grazed my skin and my core tightened. "Meloni."

"Hmm." I responded. His arms began to roam my body til one settled on my belly and the other on my waist. The hand on my stomach began to move up to one of my breast while the other took over rubbing my belly.

"Tell me you missed me?" He whispered into my neck. Every time he spoke his lips would graze that sweet spot on my neck and I wanted to badly for him to kiss me there. I leaned back against him as he began to explore me.

I nodded my head.

A sudden wetness at my neck filled by a sharpness had my gasping in his arms. He licked and then bit me. "I want you to say it." He said as his hand began to knead at my breast, and I never wanted my shirt and my bra to disappear so badly. His other hand stayed on my stomach but his thumb was rubbing my tummy and made my butterflies flip and dance.

"I missed you." I said.

A low growl left him and before I knew it, I was facing him and his lips were on mine. He hand my head between his hands while my hands clutched the bottom of the seat to keep my balance. He came at me with such a force I nearly toppled over in my seat. A moan left my lips at the contact. It's wasn't a sweet kiss. It's was hard and needy. He pulled back slightly and his hand moved down from my face to my shoulders.

Without think I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. His for head pressed against my own. "I've missed you too, little owl." He said. The ache between my legs began to pulse harder, I couldn't help but clutch my leg harder. His eyes went down to my legs noticing the small movement.

When his eyes met mine, he began to look for something. He seemed to have forgotten about whatever he was think about because his eyes were now trained on my lips again. And he began to lean in. Unlike the last kiss this kiss was slow and desperate. Like he was scared I would float away. His lips traveled down to my neck, while one of his hands slipped between my clenched thighs.

"Open for me, baby." Fuck yeah! I gladly did what I was told. He stepped between my legs, so that his hardness was pressed against me, and a moan left both of lips.

Oh this is gonna be fantastic....