Poetic Whispers of Romance

Chapter 6

(A/N) Quick thanks to Mary and Emily for whining at me to update for weeks on end. xx.

Dakota's lips were gentle on mine, a chaste kiss. My first thought was; Damn, gotta get this boy some chap stick.

But then it turned to; Oh my fucking God. Dakota is kissing me.

His lips tasted like apples, of all things.

I don't know how the kiss got so heated, but I had ended up on top of him, with his nails digging into my hips. I managed to pull back (even though I didn't want to), and sit up. His hands slipped down to cup the backs of my thighs.

"Why'd you stop?" He panted. I fixed my hair, and pulled my shirt back down. "It was getting... out of hand." I blushed. Dakota's lips pulled into a smile. When I went to move, he pulled me down to lay next to him.

"Kit. I've liked you since the moment you looked at me. And you're way too great to not be taken. So." He leaned down so our foreheads were touching. "Will you be mine?"

I grinned, feeling the heat pool in my cheeks. "Of course, silly boy." Dakota laughed, and squished me in a hug. He kissed me all over, my nose, chin, all over my face.

I giggled, and ducked out of his arms. I pulled on my shoes, and shrugged on Dakota's Real Friends hoodie. "Let's go. My mom is probably wondering where I am." I said, and he laughed.

"Ok, boss." He smirked, and got up. Dakota grabbed his keys and shoved on his shoes. He smiled at me, and I grinned back. I walked up the steps, and said my good byes to Dakotas family, earning a whine from Sam as I walked out the door.

---A Week Later---

I looked over my shoulder, to see Christian grinding his teeth, Grey looking pale and ready to faint, and Dakota was sweating bullets. "It's only gym. Calm down." I rolled my eyes. "We have to run, though!" Grey whispered. "Ready...set...go!" Our coach yelled. We were stuck running the mile, certifiable hell. Dakota and Grey panting at my sides and Chris jogging ahead, keeping pace. "Why aren't you dying right now?" Grey asked. "Well, I ate breakfast and lunch, and I stretched before we started." I nodded, focusing on my breathing.

"Oh my god guys I think I'm gonna faint." Dakota whined. I laughed breathily, speeding up slightly. I ended up finishing before both Dakota and Grey, sitting with Christian and sipping on our water bottles. Watching as they walked over to us, and dropped to the grass, I smirked. "Tired?" Dakota didn't answer, but simply snatched my water bottle out of my hands and drank from it.

After he had quenched his thirst (or the water ran out, I wasn't sure yet.) he looked at me seriously. "I think I'm getting fat." My first reaction was to laugh, as mean as that sounds. "You? Fat? Dakota, your jeans are smaller than mine." I shook my head.

"I kneeled down yesterday and then my pants ripped." Dakota lamented.

"Fatass." Christian laughed, and I elbowed him. "Dakota, you aren't fat." I rolled my eyes as he stood up. "Yeah. You're just... fluffy." Grey giggled. "Look!" Dakota whined, and lifted up his gym shirt.

He did indeed have a tummy, along with a pair of forming 'love handles'. My eyes widened, and I reached up, and squeezed it. "Oh my god you're so cute!" I smiled. His eyes narrowed. "You don't get any more kisses, missy." He shook his head, and turned around.

"Oh, Kota! Don't do this!" I jumped after him, and wrapped my arms around him from behind, and hugged him tightly. "Kit." He warned, but I ignored him. "I like your tummy." I said, feeling him lace our fingers together. "You do?" His voice was thick with confusion. "Yeah. I prefer tummies over ribs." I shrugged, and he laughed. Dakota's laugh vibrated through even his back, making me grin.

"So were good?" I asked hopefully. "We're good, Kitty." He chuckled, squeezing my hands tightly. After a moment of silence, I decided it would be appropriate to ask; "So, can I touch it?" Dakota groaned deeply.