Summer's POV
I dragged Nate up the stairs by his hand so I could go get him cleaned up. Even though Nate beat the absolute crap out of Sammy, he didn't fail to hit Nate a couple of times.
I guided Nate into my room and then into the bathroom where I kept a first aid kit. I told him to sit down on the toilet while I got everything to aid him. I went into the cabinet where I kept everything. I grabbed the little first aid kit which had rubbing alcohol and band aids and bandages. I then grabbed a flannel so I could clean the cuts up first. I closed the cabinet and hopped up on the counter.
"Come here" I tell Nate. He stands up off of the toilet and stands in between my legs. I grab the flannel and run it under the warm tap. I then turn the water off and begin to gently dab the flannel over the cut above Nate's eyebrow.
"Do you think Sam is okay?" I ask Nate, still cleaning his cuts.
"Why do you care?" he replies, obviously annoyed I asked about Sam.
"Because you beat the shit out of him and I want to make sure our best friend is okay"
"He kissed you Summer! What do you think I was going to do? Congratulate him?!"
"No, but I think you went a bit far" I say, now wiping the blood off his nose. Nate rolls his eyes and continues to let me help him.
"But thank you" I continue. He smiles at me, putting his hands on my hips. I grab the alcohol and put it on a cloth.
"This might sting a little" I warn.
"I can take it" he says, smirking at me. I roll my eyes and begin to put the alcohol on his cuts. He winces slightly at the stinging pain. He also tightened his grip on my waist to try ease some pain. I wrap my legs around his waist to try and comfort him.
I was soon done with the alcohol and I was now applying the band aids to his face were the cuts were the waist. The more I studied his face I noticed he was developing a black eye.
"You have a black eye" I tell him. He shrugs his shoulders, not seeming to care.
"You would make a good nurse" he says as I put the last plaster on him. He was now rubbing his hands up and down my sides, making me shiver at his touch.
"You make a good patient" I reply, letting out a small giggle.
"You're so beautiful" he breaths, moving one of his hands up to my cheek. I smile at his compliment. He then connects our lips, they move perfectly together. The kiss gets heated pretty quickly and I wasn't going to complain. I moved my hands down to the bottom of Nate's shirt, tugging lightly so he knew I wanted it off. He disconnects our lips and looks at me, our faces still inches apart.
"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting back.
"I know you want to, and believe me I want to. But I don't want you to think I'm moving to fast with you" he explains, playing with his hands.
"I don't think that. I want you right now. All I want it you"
Nate's POV
Our lips connect again and we resume to right where we were. The kiss only lasts a few seconds before I part to take my shirt off. She does the same and I can't help but stare for a minute. God, stop it Skate. You're so creepy.
"Like what you see?" she smirks. I can feel the tightness of my pants growing by the second. I bite my lip and lift her up, her legs still wrapped around my waist but her arms are now hung loosely around my neck.
"God lil' mama. The things you do to me" I whisper, then attaching my lips on her neck. I leave a trail of kisses from her neck all the way down to her collarbone. I begin to make our way over to the bed and when I reach the bottom of the bed, I lay her down gently on it, being careful so I didn't hurt her. I pull my sweats down which left me in my boxers, which were very tight.
We were soon both fully naked and I was hovering over her, using my elbows for support which were placed either side of her head.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask her, looking into her beautiful eyes which were filled with only love and lust.
"Just tell me if you want to stop, okay babygirl?" I say, insuring her that I want her to be comfortable.
"I will"
Summer's POV - Next Day
I woke up, wrapped in pure softness. The sheets of my bed lightly draped over my body and my head rested on the pillow. I turn over to be faced with Nate sleeping peacefully. I roll onto my back, which left me staring at the sealing. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. The way he laid me down with such carefulness and how he treated me with so much gentleness so I didn't feel uncomfortable was one of the reasons why I love Nate even more. But I'm not going to lie, the sex was amazing.
"Good morning baby" I head Nate say as he presses his lips to my cheek for a second. This caused my train of thoughts to break. And let me just tell you, his morning voice is like heaven.
"Good morning" I reply, rolling over to face him. His arm wrapped lightly around me.
"Last night was... interesting" he says. I smile at the thought of he events which occurred.
"It was" i giggle. "How is your face?" I ask, tracing the tattoo on his chest.
"I'm fine Summer, don't worry about me. Sam is the one that's fucked up" he chuckles raspily, his morning voice still noticeable. I lightly smack his chest and sit up, clinging the sheets to my chest to cover everything. I scan the room and find my underwear my the bed. I grab it and let go of the covers so I could put it back on. I walk to the bathroom and pick up Nate's t-shirt and slip it on. I quickly put my hair in a bun as my hair was pretty messy. I walk back into my bedroom and see Nate resting on one elbow.
"C'mon, let's go make breakfast for everyone" I say.
"I'm good" Nate says, looking a little frustrated. I make a confused face, wondering why he won't get up yet.
"What's the matter with you?" I ask.
"Nothing" he replies. "I just don't want to get up yet". I cross my arms, knowing that's a lie.
"I have a boner okay?!" he groans, flopping his head down the mattress. My eyes widen, I'm so confused.
"I could help look at your ass when you went into the bathroom and it turned me on. You have a nice ass alright?!" He says in frustration. I giggle and shake my head. Even though my cheeks were a bit red.
"Just meet me downstairs" I say and make my way downstairs.
