Love hits hard.

13 what kind of fun is this

You are pissed off, but not really. The whole texting, flirting on the phone, finding out she in the same building as you, it's a lot of fun. Yes, it's risky, you could be seen, but there was something about her. She could be worth the risk. 

Sitting next to her is clouding your judgment. You wanna look into her eyes again and get lost. You want to touch her. But that would be really creepy. Fuck it, sliding a few inches closer you lean in for a kiss. When she doesn't pull away, you deepen it, and move even closer. Her hands find their way into your hair and she pulls you towards her. now almost on top of her, her legs are around your waist, this wasn't in the plan. 'There was no plan'. You think, her lips feel so soft, its like she was made for you. Her scent washing over you. Her little sounds and moans. Moans, wait is she in pain. Halting the kiss, you sit up, "are you ok, was i hurting you, is your head ok?" worried now, you rake her face to find the answer. 

"my heads fine, why did you stop?", her hands are on your t shirt, she wants you should resume the kiss. "i was enjoying that creep, first good thing to happen to me today" she huffs and blows a strand of hair from her face. 

Slowly, you sweep her hair back. "there is something about you, your dangerous and I think i wanna walk on the wild side." your mouth is back on hers, this kiss is extraordinary. Your brain is trying to remember the last time you felt like this. But its coming up blank. "bump, tell me to stop, and i will" when she doesn't, you feel like you need more. Your hands are on her chest, her perfect globes covered by an oversized t shirt, she wants more. Her hands make short work and she removes the t shirt all together. Tearing your lips from hers, you look at her. Fuck she is stunning, her caramel skin, is flawless, kissing down her neck she finds the hem of your t-shirt, and starts to lift it up, its discarded and forgotten about. "bump, i should have ask for consent first, I need to touch you. please." 

"that's hot, fuck yes." the contrast of skin tones is magical. With your long fingers on her skin, it makes you look even paler. Her arms are around your neck and hands on the back of your head. Between kisses and nibbles you tell her, this isn't how you usually are with women, that you can usually control yourself. "creep, its ok, this can be our secret, what happens here can stay here" She says this as she presses her hips forward and looks into your eyes. Could you really just have tonight? No strings, there's been no paper work and no one knows your here! 

"bump, would you really give it away like this, you wouldn't make me work for it?" for the second time in as many days, you hear yourself and wonder what the kids would say. This goddess, is ready waiting for you, and offering you a slice of heaven and your questioning it! "Yo Yoongi, I'm not looking to marry you, but if you wanna fuck I'm not gonna say no."

"What if i don't wanna just fuck?" why cant you just be like other guys, why does it always have to mean something! She sits up, her breast now show their real shape. Rounder than at first glance. Her nipples dark and still hard. With out hesitation your thumb rolls over them, "you are stunning" you kiss her again.

"This has already made my day, week, year, so if you want to stop that's ok with me" for the first time she is doubting herself and its because of you. shit. "We can leave it there and never mention it again. I mean who's going to believe me anyway." 

"Bump, i didn't mean to suggest i didn't and don't want to be with you, but you don't know me, not really, and i don't know you either. I want to know you." Shaking your head, "I'm doing this all wrong. I don't want you to think I'm using my status or anything to manipulate you. I'm just a guy at the end of the day. I mean you wouldn't just meet someone at a bar and sleep with them. I'm not suggesting that you would, and if you would, I'm not saying that your wrong,  I know i wouldn't. I've tried that why and i just cant do it. I guess, I'm more about the person than the act. Does that make sense,  i bet i sound like a proper weirdo now". 

A moment of silence passes, then reaching for her top, she covers up. "I'm not not embarrassed, but what you say is true. I wouldn't normally act like this either, its not because your a celeb either. But I do feel like i know you. I have followed your career for a few years now." you try to hide your awkwardness but fail miserably. "lets just pump the brakes for now creep. We can go back to stalker and victim". Its not that the physical part of the evening is forgotten about, but you guys talk and get to know each other.