Shades of Cool

f. i. f. t. e. e. n.

Warning: NSFW

"I'm not fighting you."

"It's cute how you think you have a choice in the matter." We are standing on his bed. He crosses his arms stubbornly and shakes his head at me. "Why? Are you scared?"

"My mama told me not to put my hands on girls." He bounced a little on his bed. "Especially girls that I want to take out on dates and shit."

"She say those exact words?"

"I paraphrased a little."

"Just a little?"

"Are you stalling, Blitzen?"

"Stalling for what? We aren't even fighting, according to you and your paraphrased mother."

He stopped bouncing and dramatically threw his hand to his chest. "Did you just talk about my mother?" He playfully puts his fist up. "Those are fighting words." He picks up two of his pillows and throws one at me.

I catch it.

"Square up, Jones."

He immediately aims low to hit my legs, but before he makes contact I hit him with a blow to the side of his face. He laughs brightly before taking a step back and looking at me once over. He takes another swing in my direction. I catch his pillow and yank it out of his hand before hitting him in the chest with mine.

"What are you going to do now, Wiley? I have you surrounded." He is momentarily stunned and I throw both of the pillows in the air, then catch them. I start gently hitting either side of him with both of the pillows.

"You hardly have me surrounded." His voice is muffled because by this time I'm hitting him in the face.

"I beg to differ. This is the equivalent of a SWAT team."

"This is like when a bunch of dogs lick your face."

"When they brutally lick your face."

"Mildly."

"You're crusin' for a brusin'."

"Who says that?" He laughs.

"I don't know — greasers?"

"Did you forget what year it is?" I hit him on the head with the pillow.

He looks at me for a minute, seeming to gauge what my next move is. He briefly glances at my legs. Before I could react to him, he sweeps his arm around my legs and my back hits his bed.

"Now that I have you where I want you -- ew, stop licking me."

"Neva!" I lick his wrist that is restraining one of my hands.

"You're being a toddler. Is that how you want your legacy to be remembered? As a toddler."

"Whatever gets me out of being attacked."

"I feel like if this was a real life attack, the attacker would laugh at you. I don't believe you're a fighter."

I pull away from him easily. "I'm not fighting you, Finn. I'm serious." His playful demeanor changes. He lets his arms hang down to his sides. "I don't like to do that unless I have to. If I didn't have to then..." I shake my head.

"Hey." He comes up to me and puts his hands on my cheeks. He leans back slightly to become eye level with me. "I get it. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He brings me into a hug. His chin is resting on my head.

I feel the waves of calm crash and roll onto my chest. I feel like I can breathe again. He is stroking my hair from my scalp and traces the strand down my back and to my hip. I can feel his fingertip on my exposed skin. Suddenly I can feel the mood shift and his breathing. I'm hyper aware of my fucked up breathing pattern at his touch as well.

His other hand is resting on my hip and it tightens its hold, almost as if to remind me it's there. His hand that was stroking my hair comes up and firmly grasp at the nape of my neck. Suddenly, I'm lifted into the air and my legs automatically wrap around him.

His lips are on mine before I could realize I was the one lunging at him. I've never kissed anyone life Finn kisses me. I've never felt anything kissing someone before. Besides the obvious sexual attraction, but never that sparks bullshit that music and my favorite books describe. But with Finn I feel something that's not just between my legs.

Ever the gentlemen, Finn has his hand wrapped around my back supporting me and the other grasping my cheek. Butt cheek to be exact.

We are making out for what feels like hours. His hands stay in their assigned seats, but I'm getting restless and not to my surprise, I can feel a certain pet of him getting restless as well. I start to bit his bottom lip to see if I can stir up some trouble. I feel his hand periodically start to squeeze what he has a handful of. I decide to test the waters and grind myself on him.

"You're gonna get yourself in some trouble by doing that." He pauses kissing me.

"What if I want a little trouble?"

"You always want a little trouble." He laughs and moves a piece of hair out of my face and traces my lips with his thumb. I kiss the pad of his thumb and suck it onto my mouth and suck.

"What are you trying to do to me, little girl?" I can hear that his voice is thick with desire.

"Whatever the hell I want." I take his thumb deeper into my mouth.

"Bliss..." he sounds breathless. "Hey. Beautiful. Are you sure you want to?"

"Want to...?" I play dumb.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't think I do." I reach down between us and put my finer in between the band of his pants.

"Are you sure you want to have sex?"

"Who said I wanted to have sex?" I mock anger.

"Oh! I just thought..." he looked down between us. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. We absolutely do not have to do anything. Don't feel pressure."

I laugh and pink his cheeks. "You're so cute. I'm just fucking with you." I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tight.

"So..." he laughs. "I'm just going to shut up." He kisses my nose and I feel my back against his cool sheets.

We spent the rest of the night tangled together, with his hand in my hair and teeth biting my neck.

That's the night I fell in love with Finnegan Wiley.