Love Does Exist (Ross & Heather Fanfiction)

Chapter 26 Double Take

He tries to convince me to play for him again, but after six "not right nows," he eventually stops begging. I just sit on his lap, my face against his neck. Every so often when he would speak, and I had a second to do it before he could stop me, I would softly move my lips across the base of his neck. The few times I do that without him stopping me, his head falls back and he lets out a deep desiring moan. Than he gives up.

In one swift move, I'm on my back and he's leaning over me kissing me with more force than my heart can stand. It starts pounding it's about to bust through my chest any second. His kissing moves to my cheek bone and down on my throat. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I pull his face back to mine. I reach to the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head, and go right back to kissing him. His hand is under my shirt on my waste. He seemed hesitant for some reason, so I had to push him. I slide my hands down his bare chest, getting to the the top of his pants. Before I can go any further, he reaches down and grabs my hand.

"Wait," he whispers, short of breathe. I moan in disagreement, and try to get to his lips again to stop him from stopping me. He stands up, clearly very excited. After pulling his shirt back on, he reaches his hand down for mine. He opens the garage door silently, and closing it the same way. He walks the through the small hallway, checking the kitchen before rounding the corner to the longer hallway. The video games in the other room doesn't stop, still loud and booming. Like the garage door, he silently opens his door, closing it with the same silent action locking it too.

Than both hands are back under the bottom of my shirt again, and he's walking me slowly backward to the bed. He's back to the forceful kissing again. When I feel my legs hit the bed, I reach under his shirt and pull it over his head again. He does the same, with both palms slowly going up my sides, leaving the slip tingling. I grab the hip loops on his jeans, and lean onto the bed, pulling him down with me. Another moan slips through him, much deeper this time. I slip my hand from the loops to the buckle of his jeans. I unbuckle his jeans, slip my hands under, I slowly slide them down.

I was so occupied, I hadn't noticed he had done the same. He pulls my hands around his neck and lifts me from the bed and carries me around the bed and falls on his back. He moans once more before he kisses down my neck again. Every where his body touches mine is hot as fire, than tingling when my moves. I don't think an earthquake could stop this now.

When I woke, I looked at the clock behind me. 4:30 am. Ross shifts his body around to face me. I turn back around to see his beautiful smile. I lean in closer to kiss his soft lips. My hand slips up his bare chest to his face. He pulls away and I feel a smile come across his face. "I love you, but if you ever try that move in the garage again," he kisses my softly, "you're dead." He never loses the smile.

I laugh just a little, making him do the same. I lean up for that kiss. I open my eyes back again, to see his smile was truly happy. I have never seen him like that. "You liked it, and you know it." I say with another laugh. "And I know this because you do love me. And I love you too." I kiss his lips.

"Okay," he replies in a sweet agreeing voice. "But not in the garage again. That could have went bad fast." He smiles, leaning toward my ear, "love or not, you know that would be bad."

I sigh an agreeable nod, and he pulls me closer. I confess. "I tried to fight that, and did for a few minutes, but I couldn't any longer." I look at him while I speak, "I really did, I promise." He laughs a little, and pulls me as close to him as I could possibly get. "I'm sorry."

He kisses the top of my head. "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong," he pulls back enough for me to see his raised eye brow and desirable smile, "trust me." He pulled me back against him tightly, "but next time give me a heads up." He is silent for a short second. "Can I ask you one question though?"

He pulls back again smiling at me. "What's that?"

He thinks for a second before speaking. "What did I do to deserve that?" He raises his eye brow again. "You know, just curious." His smile grows on one side.

"Everything." I reply back. He looked at me confused. I feel I have to explain. "It's everything you do. Not a person in this world treats me with an ounce of the respect you show me. Dad even gets too busy to see me sometimes, sometimes doesn't even much more than speak to me. I don't see why you do, but you do love me. I see that every second I'm around you. And my heart swells whenever I am around you. I feel full of love. I haven't felt that that since I was young. I have never felt complete, until you came along." I touch the corner of his mouth with my index finger. "So, to answer your question, you love me like nobody ever has before. You respect me. I love that." I look into his eyes. "I love you."

He leans in and kisses my lips tightly. "I love you," he whispers softly, and kisses harder, pulling me close. Could I get what I wanted twice in one night. I lean up, rolling him onto his back. I feel his mouth curl up under mine. I lay my body against his bare chest, supporting myself on my elbows, fingers already sliding behind his head. He picks his head up and I lock my fingers into his tangled hair. When the moan slipped his throat, I giggled just loud enough for him to hear. I lock my fingers tighter and give kissing him my all.