OPEN WOUNDS | N.H

| Chapter Four |

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Maybe it was my alcoholic filled veins that gave me the confidence, but the next thing I knew I was leaning in closer and closer range of those soft pink lips I longed for.

I paused when our foreheads were inches apart, I felt her uneven warm breath against my lips. I waited for her to reject me but she didn't she stayed exactly where she was, her eyes then flutterd gently shut and my lips curved into a small smile, I took that as a yes.

I placed my hands on both sides of her face and I collided our lips together. I felt her tense up as our lips touched, but she soon relaxed. I brushed my thumbs over her cheeks wiping away the damp tears, I missed this. I missed her kisses, her touch, this feeling. I missed her. Now I have her, though I wasn't sure for how long, but her kissing me like this meant it was all better now - right? Everything was going to be okay. Yes, everything would be okay. It has to be.

She sighed softly into the kiss, as one of her hands moved up to the back of my head colming through my blonde streaked roots. My hands soon moved down her body to her hips, and lead to her back. I stroked her back side in circles making her shirt lift up slightly in the process.

The kiss got hungrier - and soon I was moving my tongue over her lips to grant entrence. She seemed a bit hesitant, but when my cold hands moved under her shirt, she gasped into the kiss, arching her back at the contact.

I took this opportunity to quickly slide my tongue in her mouth, I stroked her skin on her bare back gently with my cold finger tips feeling her soft warm skin in attempt to sooth her. She relaxed more into the kiss as our tongues mingled. Her hand that gripped the picture frame slowly let it go, making it fall out of her hands and onto the rug beneath our feet. She moved her hands around my neck pushing her body closer to mine if that were even possible.

I growled into the kiss, biting her lip making her wince. I gently pushed her up against the wall in an instance, my arms wrapped firmly around her waist, still gliding over the skin under her shirt. I squeezed her hips feeling my dull finger tips indent into her sides. Her hands traveled up my chest and down to be abs. I felt her press making me moan into the kiss - she knew that drove me mad.

I moved one of my hands down her thigh, leading underneath her knee and hiking it up around my waist. I knew how much she loved resting her legs around me, it made her feel like I couldn't go anywhere - and honestly it made me feel like she couldn't either.

She brought both legs up now, wrapping them tightly around my waist while my hand traveled up and down her thigh smoothly. I pressed my pelvis against her, and her uneven breath fanned over my mouth before our lips connected again in a hot, bothered frenzy.

I could hear her suppressed moan from the back of her throat and it made me twitch. My pants were getting tighter and tighter, I have never wanted her so much as I do now. I needed her, and I wanted her to need me.

I picked her up off the wall still kissing her, leading her down the hall and stopped when I was against the bedroom door. I kissed her roughly, turning the door knob while my other arm was hooked around her waist to keep her up.

When the door opened, I practicably staggered over to the bed, my legs felt like they were about to give out from the anticipation of having her (and maybe a little from the alcohol). I just wanted her in any means possible. I threw her gently on the bed making her giggle.

I smiled at that before crawling on top of her, and connecting our lips again, placing my hand under her chin.

"So beautiful." I mumbled trailing my lips from her chin, cheek, then neck. I started to suck gently and her moans rang through my ears causing my blood to pump. I pinned her arms down on the bed, either side of her head, slowly lacing our fingers together. One of my hands slide down her arm to her collar bone, brushing her curly locks to the side for more access to her skin.