You All Along

I want to hear you say it (17)

Noah's POV

Last night was crazy. Shortly after we got there we saw Mia and Tracy, which now seemed ages ago. The rest of the night was a big blur. At one point I thought I saw Anita, which was crazy given she was on a date. Anyway, I somehow woke up on my bed this morning.

¨Levy!¨ I called him, groaning.

No one answered. If Levy wasn't home, who the fuck had I come home with last night?

I heard a groan and saw Levy gripping at my door. ¨What the fuck did we consume last night?¨

I laughed. ¨Today will let us know. Hey, is Anita here?¨

¨I'm not sure.¨ Levy turned around and started looking for her, as I sat in my bed.

A few seconds later I saw Levy on my door again, holding Anita. I laughed. ¨Morning, princess¨

Anita pushed Levy.

¨Somebody stopped by last night.¨ Levy teased her.

¨Wait did you actually? I thought I dreamt that.¨

¨Yeah, somebody did. And somebody was rather busy.¨ Replied Anita looking at Levy, completely ignoring me.

¨You get a little curious, monster? Got a little jealous?¨

Anita scoffed. ¨In your dreams¨

She left the room, and Levy followed her. Whatever. I turned back around and reached for my phone, hoping I was still on time for my lunch plans for me to sleep a little longer.

Anita's POV

Levy followed me to my room. I tried to shut the door on his face but he stopped it with his hands, got in and closed the door behind him. He stared at me. No, not that stare again.

¨Why did you come last night?¨ He asked.

I didn't reply, and kept looking at the floor. He got closer.

¨Anita.¨

He almost never called me by my name. He grabbed me by my hips softly, forcing me to look up at him. We kept looking at each other.

¨Why did you want me to come?¨ I asked.

¨You know why.¨

¨Then why are you asking me?¨

¨I want to hear you say it.¨ He said.

I felt something twist in my stomach.

¨You won't, you were pretty busy anyway.¨

Levy crouched down, and brought his face closer to mine. I could feel his breathing synchronize with mine.

¨You know you're the only one I want.¨

I sighed, and put my arms around his neck.

I didn't know how to act around him when he acted like this. There was a very fine line in our relationship separating friendship to... whatever this was.

We kept staring into each other's eyes.  Those fucking brown eyes. 

He got closer and hesitantly kissed me softly on the lips. We stared at each other for a couple seconds, and I went in again. Months of sexual frustration built up crashed as we started kissing again, softly at first but sloppier as we kept going. I felt that twist again, that twist of adrenaline roaming through my body. I ran my hands though his hair and pushed him closer to me, I needed him closer to me. Levy picked up and put his hands on my ass pushing me closer to him. I moaned softly, trying to hide the stupid smile this was causing me.

He pinned me down on the bed, and I turned us around so I was on top.

¨Damn.¨

I chuckled, and started kissing him again while slowly grinding on him. He occasionally groaned and I acted like I didn't know what it was about, which made him groan deeper.

After a couple minutes, we heard a knock and I quickly sat down on Levy.

¨Anita?¨ Noah said.

¨Yeah!¨ I replied, while putting my hand around his mouth.

¨I'm going out, I got lunch plans. Levy around?¨

Levy put his hands dangerously close to my pussy and started running his hand up and down. I shot him a look, and he chuckled on my hand.

¨No, he went out too.¨

¨Okay. See you later then¨ Noah said.

¨Later!¨

I waited until I heard Noah leave, and took my hand out his mouth.

¨That was hot. Wait!¨ Levy said, sitting up and adjusting me on top of him.¨Does that mean we're alone... at a house Noah lives in... again?¨

¨What are the chances?¨ I chuckled, and put my arms around him.

He smiled at me, and we locked eyes. ¨I want this, Monster.¨

¨I want this too.¨

I couldn't handle myself around Levy. His face so close, those eyes looking so deeply at me, his scent invading and consuming every fiber of my being clouding the last drop of judgment I could've had. I was fucking crazy for him. But I needed to take things slow.

¨Okay, come on.¨ I got up.

¨What are we doing?¨

¨We're cooking lunch.¨