I Was Saved... by the Jerkface

Tickling Wars

{Annabelle}

I bit down slightly on Blake's full bottom lip, encouraging him in our kiss. In no time, he had taken the hint and our tongues were wrestling for dominance over each other. Simply the contact of his lips against mine was enough to send shivers of pleasure dancing throughout my body. I couldn't believe this boy was actually mine. All mine! Can you imagine?

I still had no earthly idea why Blake Harold chose me. It's totally beyond my comprehension. However, for some reason, he did choose me, and I wasn't one to complain.

Soon, too soon for my taste, Blake pulled back, disengaging our kiss with a small suctioning sound. All of a sudden I realized how much my chest was heaving from the heat of the kiss. Hell, if one kiss could do that then imagine what something else could do!

As we've already covered, I'm still not completely comfortable with what went down last night. What with me and Blake going pretty far and all. We didn't have sex, thank goodness, but I'd say it was damn close. One more heated kiss and I'd probably have agreed to anything.

Blake licked his lips shakily as he tried to calm himself down, his eyes on my chest rising and falling. My breathing was slowly but surely calming as well, and I lay back down on the bed in sudden exhaustion, closing my eyes. I felt the warm skin of Blake's hand against my neck, slowly bringing it around the back and lifting my body up so I was in an upright position once more.

"What was that for?" I asked him, not wanting to sit up just yet.

He smiled cutely, tilting his head at an angle to give me a calculating look. I squirmed uncomfortably under his scrutinizing gaze, wondering what was so dang interesting.

Abruptly, he continued our conversation as if nothing had happened. "Who says we were done?"

I blushed forcefully at his suggestion. "I did. You tired me out, man," I teased him, smiling.

He chuckled huskily. "Good."

"It seems to be something you're excellent at," I muttered under my breath, but surely he heard it.

Abruptly, (Blake seemed to be doing a lot of things abruptly today) he pushed my body back down to where I was lying before, but this time he lowered himself on top of me. He didn't make a move to do anything other than lay on me, the side of his face nestled against my chest. I got the fleeting thought that this was incredibly uncomfortable, but then I had to remember that this was Blake - not much was awkward between him and me anymore.

We lay there for an immeasurable amount of time. I slowly got more comfortable and wrapped my arms around Blake's shoulders, as his arms were already wrapped around my stomach area. He didn't move his head from its spot right between my breasts, and after a while I wondered if he'd fallen asleep, because I was about to.

"Blake," I whispered, trying not to wake him if he was asleep.

"Hmm?" he replied, not sounding asleep at all. The vibration of his voice reverberated through my chest, and I felt a shiver go through my body.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, even though he clearly wasn't asleep. It was as if I didn't want to ruin the moment.

"We've lain here forever, and you just now feel the need to ask what I'm doing?" he asked dubiously. His eyes rose to meet mine, but his head didn't move from its spot.

I giggled until I realized it was shaking his head, so I stopped. "Yeah, I guess so," I said in a normal voice, the moment ruined.

"Whoaaa, your voice sounds so cool. Talk again," he commanded me, pressing his ear to my chest a little harder.