This Is Me

Who Says We Have To Get Rid of That Hunger?

Parker wraps his arms around my waist, and picks me up, hugging me to his chest. He turns around, and walks to the bed, dropping me on it. He stands by the bed, folding his arms over his chest. I stand up, and try to walk last him, but he picks me up, and throws me back on the bed. We do this 4 more times before he says something.

"Do you have a guest bedroom?" he asks. I furrow my eyebrows.
"Um, no, why are you ask-" I get it then. My eyes widen and Parker laughs.
"Just change, and then we can ask your mom what to do," he says, kissing my forehead.

I nod, and grab some stuff to change into. While I grab it, I decide to put on some selective clothes. I hold them close to my stomach, and go in it my bathroom, locking the door. I step into my stretchy- and small -short shorts. I slide on my tight, black tank top.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and smirk. I pull my tank top down so that it hugs tighter to my skin with no wrinkles. I turn around, and see that the shorts are tight like I hoped, and very short, like only meant to basically cover my butt.

I put my hair up on a messy bun, and take one more look at my reflection, and nod to myself. I open the door slowly just for effect. Parker turns around, saying something.

"Hey, so- aw crap," he says, his eyes wide. I cock my head to the side, blinking in the best way possible to get him thrown off. I place my hand on the doorframe.
"What?" I ask innocently. Parker swallows, licking his lips. I smirk.
"N-nothing, just...uh...uhhhh..." he stammers.

I take my hair out of the bun, and shake it out. I run my fingers through it, and walk towards him confidently. He coughs. He sits on the edge of the bed, his legs spread out. When I reach him, I sit down on his lap, leaning back against his chest.

"You nervous?" I whisper in his ear. He shudders.
"A little," he whimpers.
"Don't be," I say even quieter than before.

I gently grab his hands, pulling them to my waist. His hands are warm, I exhale because it feels so comforting. Parker moves his hands to my thighs, rubbing them because they're cold.

I wrap my left arm around his neck, resting my fingers on the other side of his neck. He shudders again. I kiss him slowly for a few seconds until I pull away, opening my eyes. Parker has a satisfied look in his eyes, and I mentally nod to myself. He's satisfied.

Mission accomplished. Well..........ARGHHHHHHH.

The mission was to make him satisfied, so we could both be happy. What if I'm not satisfied? Would that make my mission still not accomplished? Yeah?

Well than phooey! Because I'm not satisfied. Aaaaaaand, my mission is not yet accomplished. I'm not supposed to be like this. Erghhhhhhhhhh, what do I do?

"You okay?" Parker asks gently, cupping my face in his hand.
"N- uh, yes," I stop myself before I can say 'no'.
"Tell me," he begs.

I respond before I can force myself not to.
"Because the mission was to make you satisfied like me, so we could both be happy, but now that you're satisfied, I'm not. And that IS. SO. NOT. COOL."

] Parker's POV [

"Because the mission was to make you satisfied like me, so we could both be happy, but now that you're satisfied, I'm not. And that IS. SO. NOT. COOL," Aaron looks down at her lap.

I sigh. 'Oh' moment.
I rub circles over her thighs, move them up to her hips, then her waist, and up to her ribcage. She exhales shakily.
"Sorry," she says quietly.

I shake my head. I kiss her for a few seconds, turning her around in my arms.
"There is literally nothing to be sorry about," I whisper.
"Thank you," she says. I 'your welcome' her with a kiss.

She gasps and pulls away.
"No. If you're satisfied, then I won't make you kiss me until I'm satisfied," she says, shaking her head.
"I was satisfied, but now you're making me less and less satisfied with each little touch and peck on the cheek," I explain.

She smirks.
"That's how much of an effect I have on you? You mean, I can make you hungry?" she asks.
"I...guess so," is my only response. She wriggles her eyebrows.
"Wha-" I am interjected by Aaron's mouth. And no, she was not talking.

"Who says we have to get rid of that hunger?" she whispers in my ear, and nuzzles her nose in my neck. And now my neck has tingles on it. Yeah, that is the effect she has on me.

"You wanna sleep?" she asks.
"Yeah, sure," I say, even though I'm not very tired. I take one look at her and I know she isn't, either.
She crawls under the blanket and I realize that I don't have anything to change into.

I can't exactly sleep with jeans on. I stand up, and look at Aaron for help.
"Um, what do I do about my clothes? I can't sleep with jeans on," I whine. She shrugs.
"Then take them off," she says, challenging me to say something.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

I undo my button, and pull down the zipper. I slide them down, revealing my Superman boxers. Aaron burst out laughing. I throw my jeans onto her desk, and pull off my shirt.

"What are you doing?" she says, her eyes widening.
"I don't exactly sleep with a shirt on, either," I say, and this time it's me daring her to challenge me. She accepts, and only swallows in response.

I toss my shirt along with my jeans. When I look back at her, I see her staring at my stomach. I blink. Whoa, is she checking me out? I cough, and she immediately snaps her head up to look at my face. I laugh when she blushes.

I lay down next to her, and she sits up, taking off her tank top in one swift movement. Underneath is a gray sports bra. I bite my tongue to keep from doing anything. My chin trembles.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I ask, my eyes wide.
Well, that tank top was too tight, and I don't really want to sleep with something uncomfortable on, just the way you down want to sleep with a shirt on," she smirks, and lays down again.

I can't stop it. I can't help myself anymore! I roll onto my side to face her, and see that she's in the same position. I wrap an arm around her waist, and pull her to me, so that her front is against my front. Since her chest is pressed against mine, I can feel her heartbeat.

It's going crazy fast. I put one hand behind her head, and lean my forehead on hers. She's actually breathing quickly too. Ooooooh, I like this. I have an effect on her too, and it's a good one.

I peck her lips.
"Goodnight, Aaron," I whisper. She exhales.
"Night, Parker."

She flips herself over, so now her back is against my chest. My body is warm because of her body heat radiating off of her.

We fall asleep. Just. Like. That.