After we got bored of video games, we were at a loss trying to find something to do. "Movie?" I suggested. "Sure. Why not, right?" He grabbed a movie. Just as the XBOX opened for him to put it in, everything went dark. "What... The hell?" I asked taking a dramatic pause between. I was scared of the dark a little. "Babe? Ash come here, now!" "Baby what's wrong? It's just the dark." His voice gave me a bit of confidence, but I was still horrified. He wrapped his arms around me. I jumped a bit at first, but then hugged him back tightly. "Want me to get some candles?" "No, don't let go of me." I snapped. "Babe they are right over there. I won't be lo-" "NO!" I interrupted. "Don't let go of me. Not until the lights come on." "Okay, fine." He said calming me, finally giving in. We just stood there, in each other's arms. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wouldn't let anymore fall. I would not be held victim to these tears yet again. "I love you." I said softly into his ear. The lights turned back on and yet we still stood there, clung to each other, like glue was placed between us, not allowing us to back away. I picked my head up off of his shoulder. We looked into each other's eyes. "So, about that movie?" He said in a deep voice, causing my breaths to shorten." What do you want to watch? " I asked. "Hold on." He walked over and put a movie in. "I'll make some snacks and you should get the candles, just in case. They are in that drawer." He said, then pointed at the desk just casually sitting in the living room. I smiled as he walked past. After I grabbed them, I walked into the kitchen. He didn't notice, so I slowly stepped up behind him and tickled his sides. "Hey!" He shouted. "Rachel stop! You know I hate that!" "Oh do you? I hadn't the slightest clue." I said without stopping. "Stop it, now!" He shouted. "What is the magic word?" "Please?" "I don't think so. Just say that you love me and I'll stop." His giggles were getting louder. He grabbed my wrists. He then forced them to my side and pushed me against the refrigerator. He looked deep into my eyes. He pulled himself closer then kissed my neck. My breathing was shortened. He got the sweet spot. He then let go and turned to open the microwave. I just stood there in shock. "Come on let's go watch the movie." He said softly. I followed behind him, stopping at the bathroom door. "I'll uh, meet you in there. I need to pee." He nodded. I walked into his bathroom. It was kinda big, but seemed small compared apartment. Well, condo. It was decorated with roses. The hand towel had a floral pattern. The ceramic cup had a rose on the front. The shower curtain, roses. He didn't even like roses. I never understood this. I ignored it though, as I leaned against the sink, supporting myself with my hands, and looked in the mirror. I was having an internal battle. On one hand, I found him attractive and really trusted him. He respected the fact that I wanted to wait. He always controlled himself, until now, that is. On the other, I want sure if I was ready. It wasn't necessarily doing it with him that I was nervous about, but doing it in general. I still haven't quite lost my innocence yet. I didn't know how it felt. It seemed like it would hurt. I mean like, him forcing himself into me, how couldn't that be the least bit painful. My friends always talked about how good it felt, but I just didn't get it. "You okay? It's been a bit." I didn't realize how long it was until I took my phone out and saw it has been almost fifteen minutes. "Oh my god!" I whispered to myself, quite surprised. "I'm fine, just looking in the mirror." Did I really just say that. Way to sound self-centered! I thought to myself. "Well I've been waiting to start the movie so come on." He said releasing a giggle. How could he go from super seductive to giggling like an innocent child just like that. I opened the door to see a shirtless Ashton standing in the doorway. I knew what he was doing. I tell him all the time how attractive I find his muscles, especially his chest. He knew that I knew too. But he didn't care, as long as it worked. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. I guess I wasn't going fast enough, for he decided that he would turn around and sweep me off my feet...literally. I let out a yelp. "Ash put me down lightly before you end up dropping me." He shook his head, "mm-mm. No way. I'm having fun." His lips went from a slight smirk, to a full blown smile. I chuckled a bit, but I didn't want him to know I was enjoying it, nor did I want to enjoy it. Something about the way he was smiling and the way he spoke to me just made me happy, even if I was about to end up on the floor. "Well I'm not." I lied. I kind of believed myself. "Then why are you smiling like that. I know you Rach, you only smile like that when you're happy." He knew me better than I knew me. I had no words. I could only sit in his arms, and remain silent. When we got to the living room, which seemed to take much longer than it did, he threw me on the couch. "Was that really necessary?" I said, causing him to giggle. "No, not really. At least it was onto the couch and not the floor. Can you thank me for that, or should I just throw you on the floor instead?" He joked. "Just put the movie in." He did as he was told, and we sat together on the couch to watch the movie.
