Not Right.

Day 1 - Part 1

(A/N: disclaimer. um, just be prepared. Mature material. all of the characters in this story are 18+. Any similarities to real people are merely coincidences. these are original characters and an original story. hope you enjoy :))

     I quickly open my eyes for a peek as his face when I notice his eyes are open, too. His baby blue eyes shone, even through the darkness. His eyes gently close, as do mine because seriously, who opens their eyes when they kiss.

     Our mouths are pressed against each other, our bodies moving as one. He whispers my name into my mouth as our tongues battle. Just the way he says my name makes me shiver. His voice is deep. Like, trombone deep. It was soothing. I don't know how he does it but he always knows exactly what to do or say, even when I don't. That's what makes us good together. He's good at not caring and I care too much. 

     My hands twist under his shirt before I know that they are. His chest is so familiar. It feels like I've done it a million times. Maybe I have. I feel the presence of his hands under mine as well. It doesn't bother me. His hands are warm and soft, completely opposite to my cold, dry hands. I want to pull him closer but that is impossible as we are already as close as is humanly possible. But it isn't enough for me; I want to be inhuman for a little bit. I tug on him and much to my surprise he moves closer. We are one person, one body, one soul. AshtonandDerek instead of Ashton and Derek.

He starts to pull away so he can talk but I don't want him to.

       "I love you Ash." He says gently. We are no longer one person, one body, one soul but two persons, two bodies, two souls only a few inches away although it seems more like a few miles.

      "I love you too, Derek." I whisper tenderly in his ear. He pulls back once more only to pull me immediately back into his soft, loving arms and kiss me.

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         I rush around the room looking for my bra I lost sometime during the night. I cannot be late for my first college class. I have a long walk to the other side of campus and only 30 minutes to get ready, eat, and walk to the class. I peek under the bed when all of the sudden I felt a warm hand on my back.

"Good morning sunshine." I say sweetly, still looking for my bra.

"Good morning," Derek groans. "Where are you going?"

"Chem. 101. Class begins at 8:05." After rummaging around for what seemed like ages, Derek seems to realize what I'm looking for and hands me a pink lacy bra.

"Looking for this?" He smirks. I snatch it away playfully.

"I don't have time for your silly little games," I vocalize as I put on a pair of jeans and a gray oversize sweater. "Class is in 20 minutes and I still have to eat." 

Derek sits up on his elbow, revealing his tattoo that splays across his chest and continues onto his back. It wasn't anything special - just some swirls and lines and stuff - except for the fact that is was extremely hot on him. I would give everything to climb back into bed with him and cuddle. But I can't.

I remind myself that I have class in like 20 minutes and I have to eat. Walking back to the bed to give him a kiss, I grab my leather jacket and my combat boots.

"Have a great first day," I tell him.

"You too," he replies.

I rush down to Express Cafe - the dorm's main food supply. Grabbing a warm plate of pancakes, I accidentally bump into Joey Haddon, who went to school with Derek and I back home. He still looks exactly the same as the day I met him. Long locks of light brown hair, thick glasses, always wearing a sweatshirt. The only time I think I've ever seen him without his sweatshirt was on a field-trip in 6th grade, a few weeks after he moved to the school. I didn't know he was going to Carnegie Melon.

"Oh my gosh," I say. "I am so sorry."

"Uh," he stutters. "It's okay. I'm fine." And then he proceeds to walk away.

"Well that was odd," I thought.

The rest of the day whizzed past me - I barely had time to eat lunch. By the end of my photography class, I was exhausted.

As soon as I got back to the dorm, I take off my jeans and lay down on the bed before popping in some earbuds. 

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"Ashton, baby, it's time to get up." Derek's soft hands push hair out of my face. 

"I don't want to get up. . ."

"I brought food." 

"And I'm up," I exclaim. I get out of bed and give Derek a hug. He gently kisses my forehead and then rests his chin on the top of my head. I breathe in his scent, sweet and dark. His smell dances around my nose and envelopes me. 

"Can we please continue this lovely moment after we eat? I'm hungry," Derek pleads.

"You're always hungry, babe." I chuckle.

"Exactly!"

After a delightful meal, we took our places on the couch and curled up in a blanket. Derek's chest rose and fell beneath my head. He grabbed my hand and started rubbing small circles on it. 

"How was your day?"

"Not bad," he replied. "It would've been better if you'd been there with me though."

"You're sweet. It is too bad we don't have any classes together, but we get to spend all night together. And that's more fun than class." I wink at him. 

"Touche, my love."

"Speaking of fun. . ." I roll ontop of him so that I am straddling him and look down at him. He smirks before rolling me on my back and pulling his shirt off. He begins kissing down my neck as I try to take my shirt off, which would be a hell of a lot easier if it was a button down. Our lips connect and we kiss passionately. 

"Shall we move to the bed?" He whispers as he nibbles my ear. 

"Mmm, yes. . ." He lifts me up and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He throws my gently onto the bed before climbing over me. Once again we kiss and the world around us disappears. 

His hands reach around my back to unclasp my bra while my hands roam through his hair. I unbuckle his belt and push his pants down. He breaks away from the kiss to kick off his pants and grab something off the nightstand. I roll him onto his back now and kiss him feverishly, heading down his body. He moans softly. His hands grasp my shoulders and push me under him. He inserts his member and starts to thrust gently. His lips find mine and we move together seamlessly. He begins to go faster and our kiss becomes heated. 

"Uhhh," I moan into his mouth. His hands are holding my wrists to the bed. I begin to trail my way down his jaw to his neck and bite. A sigh of anguish escapes his mouth and he begins to slow down. 

We both collapse onto the bed, our breathing heavy. I curl my back into his chest and his arms wrap around me. Soon, his breathing begins to slow and he starts to snore. I fall into his breathing patterns easily. 

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