Info - couple who hasn't had sex, argument, mention of STD, rumours
"Oh lover girl," he moaned into my skin. This night was going exactly how I wanted it to. I'd set up a blanket fort and a picnic. Now I was on the floor of pillows and Timothée was Kissing me, his hand up my shirt and playing with my tits.
"Your skin tastes like the nectar of gods," he panted. I captured his lips again. I pressed my body up against him. His hand was now traveling south. His was fondling the waist band of my skirt. He slotted his knee between my legs. I ground down on it for some relief.
"Oh fuck baby. You drive me wild," he gasped. His pupils were blown out with lust.
"Is this happening?" I groaned as I felt the bulge in his jeans. We'd never had sex but I badly wanted to.
"Yes definitely if you want to," he agreed. He left wet kisses along my collarbones and I had to really struggle to think straight.
"Timmy," I breathed.
"Yes beautiful?"
"Are you clean?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" He asked and backed all the way off me.
"Just, I was tested last week. You're around so many beautiful people-"
"So since I'm celebrity I must have an STD?" He snapped.
"I'm allowed to protect myself," I retorted.
"Yeah you are but you basically implied I'm a man whore," he snarled. I didn't like the cruel light in his eyes.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," I rolled my eyes.
"We didn't even discuss me fucking you raw," he exclaimed.
"I-I thought you'd like it," I said in a small voice.
"Lovely gift," it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Way to kill a boner."
He got up and stalked to the coat rack to grab his hoodie.
"Where are you going?" I demanded.
"Me and all my diseases are going home," he said and before I knew what was happening he was gone. I curled up alone on the pillows and cried myself to sleep.
I awoke the next morning to a rap at my door. I pulled myself up. My eyes heavy from the crying. I dragged myself to the door. To my surprise it was Timothée. He stood sheepishly with a huge bouquet of roses.
"I'm sorry I was an asshole. That, well that particular subject is touchy for me," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Because you spread Chlamydia to all the girls at NYU?" I smirked.
"I did nooooot," he pouted. "I don't know how that rumour even got started. I just wanted to come apologise and say I'll get tested asap, because I did really enjoy what we were doing yesterday."
"So did I," I smiled. He offered me the flowers. I put them in a vase and skipped back to him to kiss him.
