Under The Lights

Thirty-three- Record Lee

He's frozen where he stands and I can see he's close to giving in. I watch his flushed face as he stares at my stomach, or my legs. I don't know which one he's really looking at but I love the attention ether way.

My mind is slightly hazy as i stare at him, he just looks so hot right now, i love looking at him. But I want him to touch me even more. I don't know why he's giving me such a hard time we're dating now but he's still so cautious.

I feel his warm hand still on my breast and the little touch sends tingles throughout my body. I'm glad he hasn't tried to pull away yet.

Since he looks distracted i take this chance to step forward, closing in on him as his eyes snap to mine. I watch his adams apple bob in his throat as i go on my toes and slowly kiss my way up his neck. I feel his hand twitch inside my shirt, i grin letting go of his hand to wrap my arms around his shoulders to bend his neck and he gives in quite easily as i close the gap between our mouths.

His lips are soft and almost restrained at first but i return it with passion and eventually i feel his jaw working faster as the kiss turns hungry. My breathing comes out heavy as i bury my hand in his hair.

I feel both of his hands slide under my shirt and skim down my back until they reach my ass and i chant happily in my head as i feel my body heat up from his touch. He's not resisting me anymore.

I tilt my head as i feel him squeeze my ass and i moan into his mouth feeling my heart pounding in my chest. Its hot, I need to get out of this sweater.

I anchor his shoulders and jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist as the kiss turns hungry and impatient. I feel him walk forward until I'm on the counter and i slip my hand up his shirt to feel the ripples in his stomach. I feel one of his hands trace up my back, sending a shiver down my spine. His other hand gently settles on my arm that's around his neck as we share the same heated breath. His lips are firm with the energy of a starved man and i drink it up like its the last glass of water.

I let go of him to start pulling up his shirt but he grabs my hands to stop me as he back away, panting. "Im sorry, I lost my head."

I frown and my body slumps. I was so close. I try to find a bright side to him rejecting me. At least i got my kiss?

I sigh and snatch my arms out of his grip and jump off the counter, grabbing a spoon and swiping the ice cream off the counter before i stroll over to the couch and plop down on it. I tune into the cartoon and ignore Titans piercing gaze from the kitchen as i open the tub of ice cream and start scarfing it down.

I see him walk closer out of the corner of my eye before I hear him , his steps are cautious, almost hesitant. His voice is soft and low as i hear him stop behind the couch. "Record."

I ignore him as i focus on Teen Titans and continue devouring the ice cream. The colors coming off the tv look brighter than usual as i watch Robin talk with Cyborg and beast boy. This show is more interesting than i gave it credit for.

I hear him walk away and rummage through something behind me but I'm barely paying attention as i continue to watch the tv.

A couple seconds later the noise comes to a halt but then a tune flows through the air and i scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. Did he just turn on my record player?

I tilt my head while i put another scoop of ice cream in my mouth. I spot Titan crouched down by the record player as he turns up the volume and Someone like you by Adele begins playing. One of the few records i own.

He glances at me and i watch the corner of his mouth quirk up at my attention, giving me a half smile before he slowly stands back up and walks towards me.

His eyes twinkled optimistically and mine narrow suspiciously at his advancing figure.

He leans over the couch and shuts off the tv before raising back to full height. He holds out one of his huge palms towards me with an apologetic smile on his face, urging me to take it.

I stare up at him for a few seconds. How can someone be so devastatingly good looking? It makes it hard to be annoyed with him, especially when he's so sweet all the time.

I roll my eyes, putting my ice cream down before i place my palm on his. I feel my mouth twitch as he engulfs my hand before yanking me up and over the back of the couch. He snatched me up so fast I stumble as my feet land on the floor, getting a little dizzy. He does know I'm drunk doesn't he?

He's quick to stabilize and put me back on my feet, grabbing me by the arms. He crouches a little to look me in the eye, concern flooding his features. "Are you alright?" The sound of his voice a little drowned out by the music.

"Try not to snatch me so fast." I hold my head trying to get the room to stop spinning.

"Sorry, sorry." His response is immediate as i finally find my footing and stand straight.

I cross my arms and glance at him sideways, still a little bitter from earlier."What are we doing anyway? Pulling me away from my ice cream you begged me to eat."

He smiles at me despite my attitude. His face is kind, maybe even a little regretful from earlier. He really can't hide his facial expressions.

He has the nerve to pinch my cheek and i quickly slap it away, looking at him like he's crazy.

He gives me an annoyingly good looking lopsided grin."Im sorry, you look cute even when you're mad. Please stop pouting at me."

I glare at him. He wouldn't have tried that if i was sober.

I 'hmph' him as i begin to walk away but he grabs the back of my sweater to stop me, pulling me back so violently that i trip over my own feet. He catches me by my waist right before i fall.

I raise my eyebrow at the perfect dipping position he's placed me in and i can't help but smirk at the stupidness of the move. "Cornball."

He shrugs, not even caring at the corniness as he flashes me a foolish grin. "At least you smiled at me."

He pulls me upright before grabbing my hand and placing it on his shoulder. He pulls me closer with his arm around my waist as he takes my other hand with his.

I crinkle my nose. "We are going to dance to this?"

His smile is small but his eyes gleam with humor. "It's either this or thriller by Michael Jackson."

I snort a little before actually chuckling at him, tightening my grip on his neck. I really need to expand my collection.

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