Deep Regression

Ice Pack?

Chapter Playlist: Turning Page by Sleeping At Last

"No running away." He huffs into me.
"No running."
All at once he charges me with his lips and they land. I gasp as to how it all felt. He pushes me against the wall of my closet and climbs into the space between me and the bar of my hanging clothes. His lips now hungrily kissing mine until I can't even think through the situation anymore. What happens, happens. Peter.
His hands crawl up the sides of my shirt and I feel it start to be lifted from my body. I push my lips more into his and pull his lips more into mine.
My shirt interrupts our feverishly connected lips and I wait until the hem is at my eye level and rush to his lips. They were everything I ever dreamed of having in a kiss, more than that even.
His hands run up my bare back gently and hold me against his body.
Peter's lips travel to my jawline and I let my heart beat consume me. It wasn't fast anymore, It was a slow beat that I could see myself dancing to.
Peter takes a couple steps back with me and ends up falling over the closet bar. Breaking it off the wall, dropping my clothes, and landing with a thud, on the hard floor. I land on top and only add more weight to him.
Peter grunts and groans as his hand lays on my back and his head moves to the side.
"Oh Peter, Are you Okay?" I laugh out a little as he continues to take the pain.
"Man down." He whispers.
"I'm sorry."
What can I do to make him feel better? I mean...without being cliche. My hands push myself off his body and I stand on my two feet. Pulling my bra up slightly I see him watching me with the most amused smile I've ever seen.
"Uh...Do you want an ice pack?" my hands tied with what to do.
"Selena..." a shiver runs through me as he says my name.
"Hm?"
"Ya, sure, I'd love an ice pack." He chuckles as he moves to get up.
I grab onto a stray shirt on the floor and pull it over my head.
All I have to do is get him and ice pack and smooth sailing from then on.