Wounded; A Brallie Fan Fiction *EDITING*

Chapter Four: The Cause

Brandon's POV
Callie and I stumbled our way to the only bedroom in the house. Every bone in my body was out of control, and my joints were looser. It made walking, or simply moving, an adventure that I couldn't get my hands on.

A mirage of giggles and steamy kisses, Callie and I found our way to the bed. We sat there, her legs over my lap, kissing for a good ten minutes.  She tasted of grape wine and peppermint, and her hair smelt like candy.

But finally, when the passion got too hot and the thirst for one another made out mouths too dry, we shifted to the next step. Slowly, we both stood up, our kisses lingering, and we undressed each other.

I don't know how long I waited for something like this to happen between us. But as she took off her bra and revealed herself to me, I remembered; it was too long.

Before I knew it, it was happening. Our bodies moved together as one, and we were perfectly synchronized. I couldn't remember it ever being this amazing.

All of the long months that were behind us, that led up to this night, seemed to mean nothing compared to this. All the pain and devastation I swallowed; it was all a myth of the past. Almost as if it never happened.

So here we were now- our hot, sweaty bodies pressed against each other, skin to skin. I'd never felt so much physical and emotional pleasure at the same time, rolled into the same love from the same person.

My fingers traced Callie's spine as we moved faster and her fingers intertwined in my hair as we reached a climax, some kind of grand finale that would define us, tonight.

This was what I needed to remember;  Callie in the nude form. I'd memorized every single thing about her, and this was what struck me most. The way her body curved above her waist, the complexity of her collarbone and the beauty of everything below it, the softness of her lower back, the placement of her chest. She was perfect, and I loved her, every part of her from head to toe.

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After we finished, Callie's drunkenness enforced her to tell me she loved me in a million different slurred ways, sometimes so incoherently that I wondered if we were speaking the same language, and she bellowed out a giggle in between each one. But eventually, I found sleep in her eyes and she began to yawn more times than she told me she loved me. And soon enough, she gave in, and sleep carried her somewhere else.

It was the most beautiful thing; watching her fall asleep. I watched the day turn to night in her eyes, and I listened as the light in her voice got darker, until she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore than she couldn't speak. Her light brown hair was subtle with curls, and even more radiant against her bare skin, which, for the most part, was covered with a sheet.

I watched her until it was soon my turn, and sleep found me.

Somewhere in the midst of the night, I felt Callie stirring in her sleep, and I rolled over to find her eyes still shut, her brows furrowed, and a single tear fallen halfway down her cheek. I didn't say anything, though I wanted to wake her up just to tell her I loved her and that I was there for her. Instead I took her into my arms, and she rested her head against my chest, and sleep closed in on me again.

Author's note: Keep reading, things are about to get good. Hope the few of you who are reading this like it so far! Leave feedback in the comments!(: