Soak Up The Sun

Cherry-coloured funk

AN: sexytimes incoming.

If this was wrong, then why did it feel so right? He's only 21. He's only 21. She kept reminding herself. But that fact drifted further and further away as she let her body be consumed by him. They were lying on her bed with clothes on kissing passionately. She was surprised how soft and gentle his kisses were she'd expected him to be rough. To feel rough. But he felt soft. Everything was soft and slow and surreal. Like the moment before you fully wake from a dream. Liam made all her edges blurry. That's how it felt. Yet somehow, simultaneously, it was the most real thing she'd ever experienced. She was hyper aware of every touch in a way she'd never been with anyone else. That initial spark between them was now going haywire between both their bodies. What was this?

She let her fingers bunch into his soft hair as she let his cigarette stained kisses overwhelm her. She felt his hands begin to wander from her waist slowly, and she shivered in anticipation. He pulled back breathlessly, and she gazed up at him in the dim light of the room. His blue eyes hazy with desire. She felt like she could melt or combust in that moment with him looking at her like that.

"Is this alright?" He asked softly.

Liam moved his hand beneath her pinafore dress and slowly slid his hand up her thigh. His hand was rough and warm, and felt like it was burning through her skin straight to the bones of her.

Sophie realised then that in all of her sexual encounters, she'd never really been asked. The men just did what they liked, and she took it. Sometimes, it was pleasurable. Sometimes, it wasn't. She didn't know Liam that well, but she'd had this preconceived idea before she'd met him that he'd be rough and selfish. And that was wrong. Completely ⁷wrong.

She was older than him, more mature but right now she'd never felt more vulnerable. Even at 21 and with what was probably going to be a "one night stand" he was showing more care to her than she'd ever been shown. She felt an oddly emotional lump form in her throat as she nodded her consent for him to continue. It felt exhilarating and strange and wonderful and intimate in a way she'd never felt before.

She let her fingers go to his shirt buttons as his fingers toyed with the lace on her underwear at her thigh. She shivered and he nodded with a smile as she began to unbutton them one by one. She slipped his shirt off his shoulders admiring his pale, unblemished skin. She hesitated for a moment drinking in his beauty but also his vulnerability. He looked bigger the way he swaggered about the place. But now he looked small in her arms. She ran her fingers over his collarbone. Her fingers pausing over a gold crucifix he wore. A Catholic one. Her gran had given her a similar one as a kid that she'd since lost. Her fingers moved over his bony lightly freckled shoulders. A boy. More than a man still. She felt her stomach swoop guiltily.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly.

She sighed.

"Nothing. You're beautiful. But-"

Liam sighed and laid his head on her chest in defeat.

"Not this again."

He looked at her with intense blue fire in his eyes.

"I'm not a boy. I'm all man...I can show you if you'd let me..." He said with a hopeful smirk.

Sophie laughed and looked into his beautiful face. She wanted Liam. And he wanted her. He was way past "of age" so what was the issue? Was it her?

"It's me. Not you." She said gently.

Liam sighed.

"Heard that before." He said sitting up and buttoning his shirt again.

Sophie screwed her eyes shut.

You fucking idiot.

Sophie sat up on the side of the bed with him. He wasn't looking at her. He instead was focusing on buttoning his shirt quickly. She had to make this right. She hadn't meant to make him feel unwanted. Or that he had to leave. Or stop.