"Keefe!" I yelled into what seemed like the abyss. And by that, I mean that I was yelling to someone who either couldn't hear me or was choosing to ignore me. With Keefe, I never knew. "Keefe, get over here right this second!"
"Goodness gracious, Foster! Someone's getting worked up," I heard from behind me.
So he did hear me. I huffed and crossed my arms, not bothering to turn around. "I wouldn't be worked up if you had come one of the other twenty times I called for you."
"Alright, alright, don't turn into Foster Fury, please. I was just checking on Kenric."
His reasoning may have been logical, but I was still frustrated. "Whatever."
"Sophie," Keefe whined, dragging the end of my name out. I felt his arms gently wrap around my waist from behind. "I'm sorry. I really am."
Sighing, I leaned back into his chest. As always, Keefe could tell I'd forgiven him, and he shifted his face down to brush his lips against my jaw.
"I took care of everything for the ball. You needn't worry about a thing," he murmured, dragging his mouth down my neck. Such a suck up.
"Keefe," I said quietly.
"Oh baby, I love when you say my name like that," Keefe answered, his voice going deep. His hands moved to the sides of my waist and spun me around.
Uh-oh.
"What abou-" I managed before Keefe's mouth covered mine, effectively silencing what I had been about to say.
Within seconds, Keefe had hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he pressed me against the wall of the hallway. His mouth greedily devoured mine, causing me to dig my fingers into his hair.
What was so important before Keefe started kissing me? I honestly couldn't remember.
There was not a single coherent thought in my head. Just Keefe. Only Keefe.
"Keefe," I murmured against his mouth needily. Keefe's fingers pressed into the small of my back-
"As much as I hate to interrupt..."
"Crap!" I exclaimed, pulling my mouth from Keefe's only for my head to smack against the wall behind me. "Crap!" I yelled again as he dropped my legs, and I landed roughly on my feet.
I turned toward the voice and- Ugh. Biana's smirk was evident on her face as I stared daggers.
"As much as I hate to interrupt," Biana repeated, although there was no way she was in any way sorry. "It would be a good idea to get downstairs. You know, seeing as it's your house and they're your guests."
I groaned and shut my eyes. That was the important thing Keefe had distracted me from.
"Keefe!" I hissed.
"What?" he asked, playing innocent.
"You know exactly what you did," I glared. Keefe's eyes showed the laughter he was holding back and my eyes narrowed. "I can't believe---STOP KISSING ME!"
Laughter spilled from both Keefe and Biana, and I huffed in frustration.
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Sokeefe - Until She Was Ready For More (unedited)
Fanfiction"Okay. Let's get this straight. For some bizarre reason, we wake up in the same bed and a six-year-old girl claims that we are her parents and refers to us as 'mommy and daddy'. This girl called us 'Sophie and Keefe Sencen'. She has your eyes and bo...
