𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉

[Chapter 25] Show Me

Time goes by, we play a couple more rounds and I'm not exaggerating when I say you could cut the tension with a knife right now.
I lean forward to grab my soda off the coffee table and Lake tosses his controller down with a heavy sigh. "Alright, I'm tapping out."
"What?!" I look at him in surprise. "Already?"
"It's been like an hour," he points out, "and I keep losing."
"Well, to be fair, you are injured." I take a sip of my drink before setting it back down. "How well can you even see the screen?"
"Yeah, we'll say that's why." He rolls his eyes and I smile. "So, what now? You wanna watch a movie?"
His gaze unmistakably trails over the length of my body before he clears his throat with a nod. "Yeah, we can watch a movie."
"Okay." I stand up to my feet and walk over to the entertainment center, crouching in front of the shelves.
"Alright, sooo, we have..." I trail off as I examine the few DVD cases Mom's kept over the years.
I'd log into my Netflix account but I don't need Lake seeing my recently watched list being solely full of Christmas comfort movies.
"Shrek, always a good option," I say sarcastically as I sift through the different options.
"Yo, is that I Am Legend?"
I look over my shoulder to see Lake's casual lounging has turned into a more engaged position, leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees.
"This?" I raise an eyebrow, holding up the bleak DVD case and Lake nods. "Hell yeah, I haven't seen that movie in forever."
I haven't seen it ever.
Movies about zombies and monsters and blood and death has always been more Hunter's
thing.
Give me a rerun of The Year Without Santa Claus and I'm good.
"This one it is then." I wave it for emphasis before opening the case and popping the DVD out.
"It's so good. You've seen it, yeah?" Lake runs a hand over his hair and I lie as I insert the disc into the PlayStation. "Yeah, a few times."
I saw maybe a minute of it once years ago when Hunter had it playing.
All I remember is being freaked out by whatever the creature things are.
I turn around to walk back to the couch, Lake's eyes immediately snapping up to meet mine
as I do so.
Meaning he was looking elsewhere.
I would think I assumed incorrectly except for the fact that I'm given a sheepish, guilty grin in return.
"What?" I raise an eyebrow as I rest a hand on my hip.
Lake unsuccessfully tries to now hide his smile as he leans back against the couch with a shrug. "Nothing."
"Suuure," I drawl to make sure he realizes I don't believe him. "Here."
I toss him one of the controllers off the coffee table so he can play the movie and he catches it. "You're gonna turn the lights off, right?"
I pause, looking at him dubiously and he scoffs. "What? You can't watch this movie with the lights on. Don't you want to be scared?"
Actually, no the heck I don't.
But I've already told him I've seen it before so I comply, begrudgingly walking over to flip the light switches off.
The kitchen as well as the living room are plunged into darkness, save for the TV screen and I tentatively return to my spot on the couch.
Keep it cool, Kelly.
Calm and collected. You've done good so far.
The only problem now is there's no controllers to keep our hands busy and out of trouble.
It starts innocently enough, Lake's right arm resumes its place over the back of the couch and his left one is carelessly resting over his thigh.
My hands are tucked into a tight ball on my lap.
The movie is about fifteen minutes in when his fingers find their way to my hair again, softly running through and brushing over my neck.
I fidget in my seat, my own hands itching to be free of the imaginary prison I've put them in.
Which is ridiculous because what am I going to even do? Touch his hair too?
That's embarrassing.
So, I don't move except for inching the slightest bit closer to him, causing our legs to now touch.
It feels scandalous for whatever reason even though we literally kissed yesterday.
"Fuck, I love your hair," Lake murmurs and a feeling of elation spreads through my chest like gratifying vines. We're talking, here we go.
I turn my head the slightest bit to see his gaze is already on me.
"Oh?" I try to act amused in order to mask my growing desires but I wouldn't be surprised if it's not working.
"Mhm. It's so soft and sexy," he continues, toying with the strands and I feel my cheeks heat up thanks to the unwavering eye contact he's making.
I turn my face causing him to lean in with a chuckle, his teasing voice against my ear. "Come on, don't be shy."
He makes sure to inconspicuously graze his lips over my skin before pulling away and I hesitantly turn back to him, chills spilling down my spine and arms.
Thematic music plays in the background on the TV but that's the last thing on my mind.
With his fingers still weaved through my hair, he inclines his body towards mine and tilts his head, eyes locked on my lips. "Y'know...I haven't forgotten about what happened in the hallway, last night."
His voice is low and throaty as he takes my hand, slipping his thumb under the cuff of my sweatshirt and running it over the sensitive skin of my wrist.
I don't know want to be bold and assume this guy knows touch points and is doing it on purpose—but either way it's working.
"Me too," I say barely above a whisper, trying to rid myself of this confusing fog settling over my mind.
I know what I want to happen yet I also know what shouldn't happen.
The answer is the same for both.
"Are you gonna let me kiss you like that again?"
His question is paired with brushing my hair behind my shoulder, exposing my neck to him.
"Or can I really kiss you?"
I feel a lurch in my throat, almost like I'm realizing this is really happening and I'm about to consent to some craziness I shouldn't be.
I don't know what he exactly means by 'really' nor do I think I can listen to him describe it to me without losing my composure.
All I can do is mutely nod, watching him with wide eyes as he laughs a low, sexy laugh at me. "Yes to what?"
I hesitate, awkward and unsure how to verbalize that I desperately want him to really kiss me and he just smirks slightly. "What? You don't want to talk?"
A breath catches in my throat, knowing what's coming and ready for it this time. Wanting it this time.
He leans in and slides my jacket off my shoulders.
"We don't have to talk."
~
The first kisses are slow, casual if you will.
It almost makes me start to think that Lake is taking the 'no rushing' thing way more seriously than I thought.
That is until he abandons my lips for a heated trip to my neck.
All I can really do is watch Will Smith and his dog running around on the screen in hopes of distracting myself from the effect Lake is having on me.
No such luck.
His hand grips my hair in a firm grasp as he kisses me. Over and over again. Slower. More pressure. Less.
Up to my jaw. Back down. All the way to the collar of my sweatshirt.
My skin tightens under his lips as I feel him leaving a trail of hickeys over my neck, each one a little more painful than the last and even more tantalizing.
"Lake," I breathe out his name in an attempt to ground myself but it doesn't work.
"You're so fucking hot when you say my name like that," he curses against my skin before making more marks and while I know I'll care in the morning, I don't care whatsoever right now.
I just want more.
And that's exactly what I tell him.
"Come here then."
Before I know it, Lake's hands are gone from my hair and hands and replaced on my waist, guiding me to sit on his lap.
Which to my own surprise, I willingly concede to.
My hands, shaking the slightest bit, slide over his chest and up to his shoulders as my legs straddle his and Lake briefly closes his eyes before muttering cuss words under his breath. "You have no idea how bad I want you right now."
My body presses up against his, almost intuitively and a sense of desire courses through me that I don't even recognize. "Show me."
His eyes don't leave me as he takes the invitation, his hands hitching on the waistband of my shorts and hiking up my sweatshirt.
I nod and that's all the confirmation he needs to put his mouth on mine again, biting my lower lip so hard I can't help but wince in pain.
I attempt to match his pace and intensity as it continues to unfold, despite my inability to catch a breath or think straight but clearly he's more experienced than I am.
His fingers slip down into my waistband, gripping my hips firmly as he continues pressing rough kisses against my already sore lips.
I shamelessly rake my hands through his hair, warmth spreading in my chest from how hard my heart is beating as Lake deepens the kiss with a passion in his tongue, that if given the chance to speak—I wouldn't be able to.
"Kelly..." he murmurs breathlessly as his arms now slide around my waist, pulling me to him and lifting my sweatshirt up in the process.
I hesitate but decided it's not too much so I don't stop him.
He begins peppering agonizingly slow kisses over my stomach, causing my body to tense up as he gets lower and lower...and lower.
"Relax..." he whispers soothingly and my eyes widen as his hands slide down the curve of my backside. "Just tell me how far you want me to take it."
Part of me wants to go all the way, I want the satisfaction that comes after all of the buildup. I'd almost say I need it.
But another part of me, a small, almost nonexistent voice is saying stop.
Amidst all the feelings and emotions swirling in my body right now all I can clearly think about is how I've never been touched like this. Ever.
And all of a sudden, I'm not ready anymore.
I slowly sit back causing Lake to offer a defeated smile as he lifts his head. "Far enough?"
"Yeah..."
My throat feels hoarse, no doubt from lack of oxygen and Lake nods slightly. "Okay."
"I'm sorry," I apologize. I don't have to guess what all that... did to him considering I can feel it. "I didn't mean to—I thought I—"
I give up and Lake shakes his head. "Don't be sorry, it's fine."
He doesn't look fine though, he looks strung out.
"I didn't mean to...come on that strong. Something about you just makes me..." he trails off, his eyes still clearly displaying hunger. "...really, really lose control."
I look away, feeling suddenly self conscious of
my position on his lap and he reluctantly retracts his hands from my body.
"I'm sorry," I repeat as I slide off onto the couch. "Really. I don't know why...I did that."
"Because you wanted to, and that's good." He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't mind waiting til you're really ready."
But it doesn't feel like a matter of when though so much as a matter of if.
I watch Lake rub his hands over his face before exhaling and focusing his attention on the TV again while my gaze drops to my empty hands sitting limply in my lap.
Whenever I used to envision my first time it was never rough or aggressive. It was slow, passionate. Meaningful.
Like how it started last night.
Lake's eyes remain glued to the ongoing movie, no doubt as a means of distraction and I attempt to do the same.
I want that with him. I really, really do.
But I don't know if that's who he is.