One Thousand Paper Cranes

Chapter 23

The days with Eliam passed slowly, making me feel just everything I would miss about him. His touch and everything it could do to me. The way he talked about his books like they were people too. I was already, on that rainy Saturday morning, missing him.

We were in his room, kissing on his bed while David Bowie played in the back. The music could barely be heard, I was too mesmerized by the his tongue caressing mine, and how his hand was traveling slowly under my shirt. I let it all happen deciding I would have my regrets later on, right now I wanted every single piece of him I could get.

"Am I going too fast?" He asked a little breathlessly. His face was flushed and he only had eyes for my lips.

"No, please don't stop." I answered, shaking my head violently. He nodded and attached his lips to my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes, slipping into his comfortable oblivion. His tongue traced lines across the soft skin near my collar bone. His hands grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged up. My shirt was off in one swift, fluid motion and his lips moved down, just near my stomach. I shivered against him. David Bowie was completely gone now, no trace that his music was ever even in the room with us. It was just me and him, forever it seemed.

I could feel him everywhere, in every part of my body. His hands were rubbing up and down my spine and I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to take control. I lifted his head from my chest and kissed him hard on the mouth. I bit his lip and let his mouth open before our tongues danced together. All the while my hands were pulling at his shirt. He complied, realizing I was wanting more, and his shirt joined mine in the floor.

With my legs straddling his waist and the nonexistent space between us, anyone walking in would get the idea to leave rather quickly. I didn't know when I'd decided I wanted him, all of him, like this. It seemed like the feelings had just always been there, since the beginning.

"I love you," He sighed in my ear, just a brush of his lips against my neck was the only sign that I hadn't imagined it. I could feel my cheeks heating up. As an answer I let my hands trail down his chest and stop at the waistband of his jeans. If I couldn't say the words he needed to hear, I would show them.

My lips followed my hands and just before I unbuttoned his pants my eyes flicked up to him, asking if it was alright.

"I love you." He said, stronger this time, more certain. And we were one, separate from everything around us.
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Eliam's P.O.V

The school on that dark overcast Monday was haunting. He wouldn't be here, not with me. It was selfish to be thinking all this, but I couldn't help it. Love made you blind. I could attest to that. Doverhall was just another place now, another blimp in my life. Sam made it special. Sam made it worthwhile.

"When will she be here?" I asked, looking over at him. We were in the parking lot, saying our goodbyes for now. I should've gone to class. I was already late.

"Any time now." He answered. A scarf had been tied around his neck keeping him from freezing. His coat was open revealing a soft blue sweater. I carried his one of his bags in my hands and he carried the others on his back. He looked sad and it wasn't helping me in anyway.

"Sam, before you go I need to say something to you." I said, gathering up the courage in me. Sam turned toward me, his eyes lit with confusion.

"You can tell me anything, Eliam. Anything." He touched my wrist with the tips of his fingers. The movement sent shivers down my spine and I cleared my throat to begin.

"This isn't the last time I'm going to see you." I wanted to cry, actually cry. I'd never been in love before. Not really. When I was with Taylor he'd only ever wanted to talk about him. When I was with him he'd make fun of me... Hurt me verbally. And I took it because I was a coward and I thought I was in love. But I wasn't. I hadn't even known what the fuck love meant. Now I did, but it felt like it was being taken away from me, painfully slow. "I'll text you. Every morning and every night. I'll bug the shit out of you."

He smiled and took my hand now. A car pulled up next to us but he didn't let go even when his mom honked the car. He didn't let go.

"I'm going to kiss you now." He said. My eyes widened.

"But your mom will see." I reminded him, glancing over at the car. 

"I don't give a fuck." He whispered. His lips kissed mine with the most passion I'd ever felt. I could feel the butterflies stirring in my stomach and I smiled against him. We pulled away and his forehead rested on mine, our noses barely touching. "I'll see you later?" He said it like a question like he didn't even know if we would meet again. His mother was powerful anything was possible, but I had to hope we would be together again. If I didn't I'd have nothing.

"Of course." I kissed the top of his nose and let our hands drop. It was time to go. One more second of this and I'd be blubbering like a baby. I took a step away, two steps, and then he was pulling me back into his arms, hugging me fiercely. His arms wrapped around my waist and his head under my chin.

"Call me when you get out of class. Shit, I'm gonna miss you, Eliam. I-" his mom honked again and we let go of one another. I gave him his bag somewhat reluctantly. He was going to say something else. I needed to know what it was. But he was getting in the blue minivan and the door was shutting and then they were driving off, away from me.
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A/N: *tries to write steamy scene fails*