Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Real Slumber Party Part 2

Sophie leans down slightly, cupping his cheek with her hand. Keefe responds in kind, tilting his head to the side and lining up their lips. They both freeze, waiting for the other to pull away and push in at the same time. Sophie can't tear her eyes away from his lips. Keefe's breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed. Instead of the typical flutter in her stomach, it feeling like rhinos are ramming against it. Slowly, she closes the tiny wisp of space between them. 

Their breathing speeds up together. Keefe puts his hands on her waist pulling them impossibly closer, and she musses his hair with her hands. Kissing Keefe is pure ecstasy, and she knows he can feel her emotions loud and clear because he kisses her harder. So much harder that he stands up and pushes her against the wall. Sophie's emotions must be really strong. 

Sophie pulls away to catch her breath. She leans her head back against the wall, grinning wildly. Her chest is heaving with every breath she takes and her lungs hurt and every single part of her is floating! Keefe is in front of her, trying to recapture his air. His usual smirk is replaced with a wide smile. A real smile. 

"Oh. My. Gosh." Sophie breathes. She lets her head fall on his shoulder. "That was... woah. Oh my gosh."

He chuckles, "Your emotions are very strong right now, and I have to say I love it." 

She twines her hands with his, and he uses that as an excuse to pin Sophie's wrists to the wall beside her. He presses a quick peck to her forehead one second, and the next he's striding across the room to sit against the door she sat against moments earlier. Keefe's cheeks are so flushed, and she wonders if that's what she looks like when Keefe flirts with her. 

Sophie jumps on the bed, still catching her breath, "W-what now?" 

"I...Whatever you want, Foster." 

"Are you... are we..." Sophie chews on her bottom lip, hoping he can make sense of what she's trying to say. That's one of the reasons she likes him. He always seems to know what she's thinking and feeling and saying all the time. 

Keefe runs a hand through his hair, "I know my opinion, but it's up to you. If you want to stay friends, we can... stay friends." He grits the last words out, trying to hide his disdain. "If you want more..." 

"I want more." 

Keefe sighs, leaning against the door, "Oh thank god." 

Sophie giggles, standing to give him another quick peck when someone opens the door. She backs away toward the window, hoping she isn't blushing and licking her lips. Tam walks in, "Hey, man. Have you seen Sophie- oh. Oh." He's grinning, hands in the air. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," 

"You didn't interrupt anything." 

"Where'd you stay last night, Sophie? Biana told me that you weren't in your room." 

Sophie chokes on air, "I... accidentally fell asleep on the floor in here." She awkwardly points to the rug on the ground, praying he'll buy the hopeless lie. 

"Oh come on, Foster. You don't think he believes I'd make you sleep on the ground?" Keefe smirks, but the blush is still evident on his cheeks. He tries to fix his messy hair to no avail. 

Tam hums, "So what are you guys? Are you dating, just friends...?" 

Sophie and Keefe stare at each other. 

Short second part, maybe a third part coming???