Someone Like You (A Chandler Riggs Fan-Fic)

Chapter 35

**Warning: Detailed sexual content included in this chapter. Advised reading age 13+. Read at your own risk**

Ariana

"Chandler!" I shout running towards his familiar face. Butterflies flood my stomach. He turns from the flight attendant to face me, his face filled with shock.

He lets his suitcase fall to the side, stepping out of line towards me.

"Uh, sir?" the flight attendant calls from behind Chandler, but he ignores her, continuing towards me.

I run to Chandlers arms, embracing him. Holding him. I never want to let go.

"Chandler" I sigh, a breath of relief. Suddenly I realize. His arms are limp, hanging at his sides. I feel his hands on my waist, pushing my body away from his.

"Ch. . Chandler?" I ask softly, looking up to his eyes, but they're looking somewhere else. Not concentrated.

"Chandler. ." I whisper, and take a step back, studying his facial expressions. Finally, his eyes meet mine. Sorrow.

"What are you doing here, Ariana?" he asks calmly.

"I. . I don't want you to leave. You can't Chandler" I almost whisper, hot tears burning my eyes.

"Ari," Chandler says, reaching up to my face carefully placing a strand of hair behind my ear. He rests his hand on my cheek, its warmth seeping throughout my body. I place my hand over his, savoring his soft touch.

"I have to go. This is what's best. I'm going home, to my family. They already payed for the ticket and my plane leaves in fifteen minutes. You shouldn't have come here. You're only making it harder on yourself." he says, his face inching closer to mine.

I close my eyes, a hot tear escaping my eye, rolling down my cheek. Chandlers thumb caresses my skin, "Baby," he coos soothingly.

"Ariana, babe, don't cry, please." he whispers.

"Chandler," I inhale deeply, " you. . . you can't just leave me here, you can't just abandon me. You- you love me. Remember? We're perfect for each other and this. . this was supposed to be," I take a deep breath, "this was supposed to be our year. It's suppose to be about us."

"Us." he whispers, placing his left hand on the other side of my face.

"It's always been about us, Ariana. It always will be. You and me, right?" he smirks, wiping another tear from my face.

"Me and you." I whisper back.

With that, Chandler pulls my face to his, connecting our lips once more. The kiss sends tingles through my entire body, making me almost cringe. Chandlers hands move from my face down my body to my hips, where he draws me closer to him. Our chests pressed together, our breathing heavy. My hands clasp together behind his neck. I feel so hot and heavy, I barely even remember all the people around us, probably watching us.

Silly teenagers.

Soon, I catch myself wanting more and more. How I wish we were alone back in my dorm room, under the warm covers of the bed, wearing nothing but sweat, the smell of lust practically lingering in the air.

Another hot tear burns down my cheek through the kiss, and finally our lips part. My eyes stay closed, savoring the quiet moment, listening to Chandlers heavy breathing.

Soon the silence is interrupted by the eruption of clapping all around us. My hands still around Chandlers neck, I look up into his deep blue eyes, laughing as he wipes away my last tear.