If There Is A Light

Chapter 55

Newt smiled down, Ellia smiling back up at him made his heart beat furiously against his chest. Ellia giggled softly as the grass prickled the skin of her neck. Newt took his hand and drug it softly against her cheek. Newt lowered his head slightly and laid his forehead against hers. He loved looking into her eyes, blue with flecks of brown competed with her caramel hair for his favorite color. "Stop staring at me."

Newt chuckled. It was a simple request, that he had no intention of honoring. He was not staring anyhow. He liked to think of it more as admiring. "What if I don't want to?"

"I'll make you." Her threat was weak and she wiggled against him a little bit, just so he would know she still had a little fight in her. She had not totally surrendered to him... not yet at least. A very faint and playful growl escaped his lips and soon it was replaced by a smirk, but if he were being honest if she kept squirming against him she could easily overtake him.

She picked her head up just enough to attach her lips to his. He had kissed her before, a few times actually, but each time felt like a whole new experience. It was an especially intoxicating occurrence when she was the one to initiate anything. There was a feeling of mutual adoration that washed over him and his eyes fluttered shut. In that moment, he knew she had won. But the loss was nothing that he could not live with... in fact he was not sure he could really live without it. He nipped at her bottom lip, unsure of what to really do and a little put off (yet intensely intrigued) by the small gesture her mouth parted ever so slightly. It was times like those that Newt really wished he knew someone that remembered something or could provide him with any advice. He acted blindly, guided by whatever sliver of residual knowledge laid deep within in the recesses of his brain. He prayed that his instincts were not leading him astray and he cautiously eased his tongue into her mouth.

She did not seem completely disturbed by the action at all rather, than responding in a similar matter, and while he absolutely adored all of the kissed he had shared with her before this was something more intimate than he had ever felt and it was mind-altering. She tasted sweeter and more satisfying than anything Frypan could ever dream up. A wave of pleasure and wanting overtook him when her legs wrapped around his waist and she moved her hips against his.

Desperate for air and a need to keep whatever contact he could with her, his lips left hers and he nuzzled his face in between her hair and neck. Once he had moved all but one or two stray pieces he connected his mouth with the newly exposed skin. Once upon a time he thought the sweetest thing he had ever heard was that first time she said his name. "Newt..." That thought was quickly erased from his mind. Hearing his name drug out with desire and pleasure was better than he ever imagined. He never thought a simple word could be so pleasurable, but it shot through him like a bolt of electricity, "Newt..."

"Hey, Newt!" He shot up drenched and trying to catch his breath. He could feel the heat rising to his face when he saw a rather pink Chuck standing in front of him, "Umm...Gally told me I should wake you up now. Minho and Thomas already left."

"Bloody hell!" He mumbled under his breath as he watched the boy ease away from his hammock. He was rather embarrassed, knowing by the look Cuck wore, he had been talking in his sleep. He was not sure he had ever slept that well though.