*This was requested! I hope you enjoy!'
*edit: I took ages to get around to editing this to post... School suddenly threw assignments at me*
I felt my way to the room I knew he'd be in, fingers tracing the walls and ears listening for the tell-tale floor board that always creaked just before the doorway. I was blind, but that didn't make finding the room any harder. It didn't hinder my ability to open the door and know straight away that he was there, sitting on the floor while he immersed himself in his game.
Ben, his name was. Just the tiniest bit shorter than me with a young voice and an electrifying touch. I didn't know what he looked like, but I'd felt his soft, short hair, and my fingers had traced the rough fabric of his clothes. And that's all I needed.
I closed the door behind me. The room was soundproof, a place I could go to relax and calm down. Since I relied so heavily on my hearing it was nice to take a break from the noises of life. Of course, that's a little hard when Ben felt he could come and go with his games as he pleased. We were in a relationship though, so I suppose it was to be expected.
I heard him huff in displeasure, a controller clattered against the slightly cushioned floor. He muttered curse words that I used to find my way to him, my hands outstretched. My fingers brushed fabric and clasped his shoulders from behind. I leaned down, resting my head in the crook of his neck.
"Did you lose the game?" I asked. I heard him scoff,
"No, I never lose a game."
"Then what's wrong?"
"I... I let them win." He huffed. I giggled, moving to sit next to him.
"Of course you did. Hey, why don't you turn if off for a while?" I asked. My hands traced his silhouette and my finger laced with his.
"But then I'll be bored!" He fell back with a thump. I bit my lip, making a decision. I had decided that I want to take this relationship further, but was that really the right thing to do? I mean, I've never gone any further than kissing and wandering hands, could I really do this?
But feeling Ben's body shifting up and down with his breaths solidified my resolve. I could only hope he would return everything I was about to give.
I leaned down to where I assumed his chest was and lightly touched my lips to the fabric. I felt his breath pause as I trailed up his body, finally coming into contact with his flesh as I reached his neck. My eyelashes fluttered, placing delicate butterfly kisses before pressing my lips to his skin. By the time is reached his mouth he'd already propped himself up to meet me halfway. When our lips molded together a spark ignited inside my body and all I could think about - all I wanted - was him.
My hands curled into his hair and tugged him closer to me while his fingers traced my sides, slowly lifting the fabric of my shirt before letting it drop back down. His teeth grazed my lip, gently pulling it away, asking for entrance which I quickly gave. His tongue slipped over mine, exploring the well-known space. My fingertips slowly hooked onto the rim of his pants, tugging slightly. I felt him pause for a moment and I wondered if I'd done something wrong. Worry filled my mind as he pulled away.
"I-I'm sorry-" I muttered, leaning back slightly. I felt his chuckle vibrate through his body.
"Sorry for what? You caught me off guard, is all."
My body swelled with relief, and as the heat left over from our kiss started to fade I was reminded of what I had waited so very long for.
"Ben, do you want to- you know, do it-"
"Have sex?" I could almost feel the grin on his face, I blushed madly but allowed a small smile to play on my lips.
"Well, yes." I exhaled.
