Hopeless - The sequel to Breathless. A Janoskians fanfic.

23. "Absolutely perfect."

Isla's POV -

The hot water poured over every inch of my body, the glass shower door swung open and Skip climbed in behind me. The glass began to steam up, Skip wrapped his arms around me and let the water splash over his tanned body. "This is nice." he mumbled whilst biting playfully at my lip, caressing my breast in his hands and holding me up against the glass sheet. His tongue crashed against mine, his hands slid lower down on my body and mine were entangled in his hair. As his fingers rubbed teasingly against my thighs and clit, I let out a moan, "Let's finish what we began last night." he whispered seductively into my ear and slid two of his fingers inside of me. As the pleasure escalated throughout my body my breathing got heavier and my hands stroked his chest, moving down towards his penis. He was already hard, and as I gripped it with my right hand he jolted and stiffened his shoulders. He removed his fingers and I slowly bent down in front of him, replacing my hand with my lips.

Skip placed his hands on my head, bringing my mouth down towards his groin and the tip of his penis brushed against the back of my throat. As I continued to slide my lips up and down his shaft, my tongue gently stroked it and his moans increased. I could feel it pulsating against my throat, as my lips touched the base, his grip tightened and I felt his legs stiffen. "Isla!" he moaned louder, "Isla, isl-" before he could finish a warm, salty liquid poured into my mouth and his body jolted above me. His throbbing penis rested against my lips as I swallowed the thick liquid and I slowly stood up to face him. His smile spread across the lower part of his face and his eyes lit up, those deep brown eyes that made me melt. I'd have to admit, they weren't as bright and as mesmerising as Beau's, but I distanced myself from him after everything that had happened in the past. Sometimes I felt myself thinking about Beau, and what could have happened, but I was in love with Daniel, I always would be.

"We shall continue this later." I whispered into his ear playfully, grabbing the shower gel and rubbing it in to my body. Now that my blistered skin had been cleansed, it didn't look so bad, my blotchy arms were practically unnoticeable, but my stomach was still rough and bruised. Skip rubbed shower gel into his own body and held me close to him as the water rinsed the bubbles from us, "I fucking love you" he sighed and kissed my forehead, he choked on the water seeping in to his mouth and I laughed uncontrollably. "I love you too baby!" I replied ruffling his wet hair and quickly diving out of the shower before he could grab me and tickle me again. Two hand prints lingered on the steam on the shower door which made me giggle, I felt refreshed and happy, for the first time in weeks I honestly felt, well, alive. "Can you get changed, your distracting me." Skip winked and wrapped his arms around my naked body, I bit his lip playfully and pulled away from him. I still had a draw full of Skip's clothes from before the accident and I blushed as I told him about it. He pulled out a pair of denim, knee length trousers and a light turquoise singlet, he looked incredible.

I stood in my turquoise lace underwear, unable to keep my eyes of Skip as he slipped the singlet over his body. His perfectly tanned arm muscles shone in the light through the window and the middle of his chest peaked out. A perfectly triangle of his abs enticed me, I walked closer to him and stroked the small parts of his flesh on show. "this street fair isn't necessary right?" I asked flirtatiously and pulled him by the wrist towards my bed. He mumbled something, which I couldn't understand, under his breath and stroked my arms. "Come on, it'll be fun!" he begged, rocking me in his arms. I laughed at his persistence and placed my hands on his face, kissing his lips sweetly. "Okay baby, but you owe me a candy floss!" he laughed and pushed me childishly towards my wardrobe, I rifled through the hangers two, three, maybe four times, undecided between a peach, floral dress and a turquoise play suit. "The dress," Skip said suddenly, clearly able to see my frustration, "I love that dress on you."

I slipped the loose, flowing material over my small frame and tied the cream bow around the middle, added a gold, heart shaped locket and a pair of peach, suede dolly pumps. My hair returned to its natural, wavy self, curving under chin. I pinned it into a loose, low bun at the back of my head, with two wavy strands starting at the top of my head, flowing down next to my ears. I placed two pearl earrings on each ear and placed my brown ray bans on top of my head. "Perfect." said Skip, "absolutely perfect." I blushed, but felt slightly awkward, I wasn't comfortable in my tiny body and it would take a lot of getting used to. I looked more like an 8 year old child than a 19 year old woman. I'd began gaining weight, but it wasn't noticeable yet, I needed a big breakfast before leaving and then I'd stuff my face with sweets, chocolate and burgers at the street fair. I was usually careful about what I ate, but I was enjoying filling my body with sugar and fat. "Mmm, yeah, you are." I replied to Skip as he slipped on his white vans, I saw him smile smugly as he stood up straight.

"breakfast?" I grinned as Skip followed me down the stairs, his eyes lit up and he pushed in front of me, racing me to the kitchen. Bacon, sausage, fried eggs, beans and toast were piled up on the counter in no time and Skip slipped my mums 'naked fireman' apron over his clothes. I laughed in hysterics as he paraded around the kitchen, pulling the cockatoo face several times and waving his hands around in the air. He stopped at the oven and lifted a frying pan of a hook, piling it up and began cooking. He was so good to me, I didn't deserve him, but I was crazy about him and I was the luckiest person alive. We sat at the kitchen counter shovelling runny egg yolks and dribbling tomato ketchup on our faces, laughing as we watched Jennette McCurdy dancing around on iCarly. We shoved the plates into the sink and I wiped the baked bean sauce from Skips eyebrow, God knows how it got there, "Hey Barbie, you wanna go for a ride?" Skip sung, dancing around in the apron once again, holding out his hands for me to join him, "Sure Ken!" I continued and he swung me around the room.

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Hey guys, I'm sorry it's taking me a while to upload at the moment, I've just started a new job which takes up like 38 hours a week and then there's the 40 hours I'm asleep which doesn't actually leave me a lot of time. I'm writing. Whenever I get the opportunity to though, thank you to everyone who is still reading!

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