Colossal Damage

45.Breathless pt2

Carter

Paris stirs beside me . It was a difficult conversation to have, but I'm glad we got it off our chests . I stretch out, letting a yawn tumble from my lips . I stretch for the TV remote and put it to rest . Our movie was long forgotten when we'd started talking . Who am I fooling ? Watching a movie is hard when I'm in her company . It is so much more entertaining to watch her watch movies . The way her lips pout and her eyes crinkle when her favourite heroes are being thrashed is adorable.  She stands to move. If she thinks she is leaving me after the long day she has had ... I officially deem her clinically ill . My hands vine around her waist, tugging her to my body . The warmth of her body meets mine as soon as her hands wrap around my neck . She does this thing that she knows drives me insane - when she smooths the baby hairs at the nape of my neck . It is so calming . I take her thighs and wrap them cage myself between them until she is straddling me like sitting on a chair in that "cool " manner . I initiate the kiss ; she is too much of a tease ; I lack patience right now ... Our lips dance is a furious tango against each other.  The sensation is soft but so intense. I squeeze her wide  hips as I fight my instincts to pin her . She deepens the kiss when she slides her tongue over mine in a slow, delicious manner . She is patient; she likes things slow ,tender, but intense. My chest grumbles with appreciation when hers presses flush against mine . She is starting to get needy.  I can tell as she can not stay still in my lap anymore . I tease her by biting her lip ; I'm rewarded by a soft gasp . I use this to my advantage, and I dominate the kiss . My tongue invades her mouth . She is panting and has to pull away for a breath . She is so flushed, and her lips are puffy . Her eyes flutter gently; the look on her face gives me this warm feeling . It almost hurts at how confused she is by me and I her . She scared me today. That fear scared me . Her fingers pad across my cheeks, then over my lips . She smiles, and it is such a gorgeous sight to behold . Right now, in my arms, she is vulnerable.  I just want to protect her and keep her out of harms way . She nibbles her lips, and I'm tempted to take that bottom lip between my teeth and show her only I can do that . She stirs again but not in the way I'd like her to . She is trying to escape my grasp.  Not so fast, Pinky . My grip on her tender thighs tightens as a mischievous smile dances at the corners of my lips . She knows what I'm thinking before I say it...

"It's worth getting screamed at tomorrow morning ." I wiggle my eyebrows at her . Mum will be mad . She wanted Paris to take my room;however,  I don't want to let her go . I want her next to me . I know she doesn't want to be alone . She's been alone for the most part of her life . I take every moment I can be her anchor very seriously . Right now is one of those moments . She sighs (it seeps relief ) and slumps into be again with those smooth arms wrapping around me .

"You not gonna take these off ." I play with the hem of her pants pinching her in the process because they are very tight.  They are my mums . She is a slim women . My Pinky is full in all the right places making these pants fit her like a second skin . She swats my hands away and I poke her ticklish sides .

"Come on let's get ready for bed ." I tap her thighs . Her eyes ogle me as I discard my t-shirt . I shiver under her gentle touch as she traces the plains of my chest .

"Don't worry the tattoo is a work in progress." She lets out a series of giggles at this . She calls me her bad boy and what's a bad boy without ink . She moves forward and sinks her teeth into my sides . I jerk and grab her neck gently stroking it .

"Release ." I playfully tap her nose . She responds with a strangled version of a growl .

"I thought I was the dog and you were the kitty ." She releases me and smirks as she recalls London's words . Although her sister gives her most of her troubles . She still loves her . I'd like to think Pairs grew London up in the sense Paris always protected her but no one was there to protect her . When Paris was busy defending her sisters malicious actions towards her , she had no one backing her up . I was one of the -caught in the sidelines . London was so cruel . I was so stupid for not helping Paris ; I was too caught up in London . She loves her sister dearly . I think London does love her too but maybe not as much as Paris loves her . She has too much of a big heart - my Pinky . She is too kind for this world . That is why I need to prevent it from further chipping at her .

"Yes you thought,  but I think we both knew you were the little kitty ." She traces her hands down my chest . I pur in response which causes a ballad of giggles to erupt from her . Beautiful noises which cause her nose to crinkle . I loom over her and kiss her cheeks furiously which further tickles her .

"I'll be the kitty if you're gonna do that ." She sniffles a giggle in my neck before pushing me off him . I like how we went from a serious conversation mere hours ago that talked about our faults in our relationship to this . Maybe our _collosal_ _damage_ will be beautiful like an exploding dying star . Maybe our black holes colliding will be a supernova . That is _collasal_ _damage_ I'd definitely want front row tickets to watch .

I'm fed up with the sight of these pants robbing my eyes of those luscious thighs .

"Your turn ." I grasp the ankles of the tight track bottoms and yank them down . She shrieks as my boxers lower exposing stripes on her belly . She reacts fast my covering herself fast . I huff out my frustration.  She has nothing to hide from me . I discard the track bottoms next to my shirt.  I show my disappointment in her actions by shaking my head . I pat her hands away from the waistline of the boxers.  My fingers trace her ankles , up her calf where I nibble her playfully . I think it's time I show her ... My hands continue their journey till they brush the soft tender skin of her thick thighs . I draw little patters of daisies on her thigh . I shall use them as my canvas tonight . I smile at her bodies reaction ; goosebumps rise in the wake of my fingers path .

"Try and guess what I'm drawing. " I want her to know that this permanent.  I don't want to scare her , but I want her to know ; she is my endgame if she'll allow it . I don't want her to be a fling in high-school . I have plans all planned for us that involve her and I plus an infinite number of years together .

My fingers move in a shape of a heart . I look up at her waiting for a response .

"A heart?" She questions . I nod and she smiles pleased at herself .

I move my finger straight down in a line .

"I ?" I nod in response .

"L."

"O."

"V."

"E."

She shivers when I go to trace my last image . She knows it's the last one ... There is nothing more to say after this .

She closes her eyes and I can feel her stiffen . Her breathing rate has also increased. She opend her eyes and I stare into hers . I want her to seem my emotions through them .

"Love ." She breaths out breathlessly as I place a kiss on her thigh and nibble on the fatty flesh.

I trace the last watching her like a hawk to not miss a single emotion .

"You ." She intakes a sharp breath ...