runaways || h.s

twelve;

                She didn’t want to leave and he didn’t want her too. She lay beside him on a bed that was fit for one. It was warm and the thin layer of sheen sweat on each of their bodies was the evidence of it. Bruno’s eyes were closed and Lola’s were open, staring at him. What she saw, though, was innocence. He wasn’t, if anything, but she could see it when his eyes were closed and everything was alright.

                She took her hand from under the thin sheet and pushed his hair back with her index finger so it was no longer covering his sticky forehead. She smiled and lightly dragged her finger across his pink lips which were slightly parted already. Cupping the side of his face as gently as she could, she leaned over and placed the smallest kiss onto mouth.

                “That was a nice way to wake up,” he said as soon as she pulled back. His eyes were still barely open, but the cheeky smile on his face was evident that he did thoroughly enjoy her small kiss.

                “I’m sorry,” she blushed involuntarily. “They were just there and I couldn’t resist, quite frankly.”

                “By all means,” Bruno said as he bent over and kissed Lola with much less gentleness as she had. “Quite frankly, I enjoy kissing you.”

                “Don’t mock me,” Lola mumbled against his lips, the words coming out far too weak than she had initially intended for them too. “I might have to punish you.”

                “Punish me how?” He pressed as his hand slid up her bare thigh and over her bum where his hand squeezed.

                Lola gasped and said, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

                “What would you do to me?” He questioned with a lighter squeeze before moving up to her breasts. “Tell me.”

                “I’d tease you,” she said through droopy eyelids. “I’d tease you so much that you’d just be about to cum and I’d stop completely. I’d do it over and over and over again. You’d be restless, but I’d already be gone without giving you the satisfaction. You’d have to finish on your own.”

                “You wouldn’t, Lola,” he said placing a kiss on her neck.

                “Why’s that?” She said through a small moan.

                “Because you’re far too wet to give in yourself,” he said with his hand now lingering between her thighs, where she was indeed dripping.

                “Am I interrupting something?” A voice said from the doorway.

                The two pulled their lips from each other’s and looked over to where a boy with curly black hair and tattoos stood rather confused looking.

                “I, um, no. I was just leaving,” Lola said with a light blush as she scrambled from on top of Bruno to where her clothes lay on the floor across the room. Having not really cared that she was undoubtedly nude in front of Bruno and what she figured was his roommate (seeing there was another bed in the room); she pulled on the jeans she was wearing and one of Bruno’s tees.

                “You don’t have to leave, I can go,” the boy said after he was given threatening looks from Bruno.

                “Yeah, he’ll leave,” Bruno agreed with a nod and a point in the direction of the boy.