A/N: Not quite sure what this is or where I was going with it. It’s a little smutty. Just a bunch of feels put into a little piece. It’s not set in any particular place. I guess it’s left open..
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She swung her legs round briskly, intending to playfully attack him. He stopped her mid swing, effortlessly caught her legs and dragged them over his own– notably bringing them closer. He pinned her legs down with one very strong right arm and the free arm threatened to tickle her. Suggestive looks were exchanged ..you finished now? ..well I wasn’t going to win anyway.. He smirked. She rolled her eyes. They continued mindlessly watching the re-run of The View.
The couch was big; big enough for four people, but somehow they occupied the smallest space possible between them. She tried to retrieve her legs. He tightened his grip. She shook her head disbelieving he would not allow her to have her own limbs back. He grinned– a big cheesy grin. She laughed ..You’re a dork ..I know, you love it. She smiled.
The TV continued to moan silently in the background as they told each other about their schedules for the week. He took note that she had a whole day free later on the Thursday -days like his were rare- he mentally planned to take her out.He thought back to the last dinner they had. Distant smiles and happy memories plagued his mind, distracting him from what she was saying. He mindlessly traced circles on her bare mid-thigh, unaware this abruptly prompted her to stop talking. The silence lingered as her senses became hyper-alert in reaction to his warm caress. The air surely thickened. He realized what he was doing and that she was watching him do it. He looked at her. But he didn’t stop the sensual rub, he only traveled further up her body, intentionally missed out her vitals and encircled her with his arms. Momentarily, he allowed himself to have this. To hold her. She accepted the embrace and willingly inched onto his lap so they could get a better hold of each other. Better connection. He deepened the hug, enveloped her with his arms. He tangled his fingers into her hair and lightly pulled at the hairs at the nape of her neck. His lips delicately brushed her temple. She shivered and moaned appreciatively into his neck. She gently scratched his lower back. A low growl of pleasure and frustration escaped him.
No words were spoken. There were only heady breaths, and silent wishes. Wishes that she wasn’t as young. Wishes that the other would make the first move because ..that’d be okay right? Wishes that her parents would let her stay at his for the rest of the night. He wanted to worship her body, her beauty– show her how beautiful she was.
She drew back gently. Unintentionally, it caused her to shift her resting weight on him. He groaned again as grated on his arousal. She quickly shot him an apologetic look. Her apologetic look changed to a one of surprise when she felt the growing impact she had on him. He held her gaze. Emerald to brown. He tried to gauge her reaction. This was happening. But it shouldn’t ..This can’t happen.
He shook his head. The mounting tension had grown palpable over the past few weeks. They experienced many moments of heat in the past. When they were dancing. When they weren’t dancing; when they were in the car alone, when there were at home alone. It was undeniable, they were always going to end up here. He shook his head again. His self restraint– non-existent as she whispered his name into his neck. Fuck. He took a cooling breath and kissed her temple, slowly, sensually. Her teeth grazed his jaw line as she weakly articulated his name. Fuck. Her trembling hands rubbed his sensitive cheek, etched with stubble. Fuck. He hissed her name through gritted teeth and tightened his hold on her. He kept his eyes cast down. He kept them down. He knew if he looked at her, he’d lose himself.
She paused. She thought. He thought. He steadied himself and inched away from her, fractionally. She drew a heavy breath. She made her decision ..I want this, Val. He shook his head viciously. He tried to gather what was left of his mind ..We can’t Z ..Why? ..It should be with someone– …If you say someone special, I’ll hit you. You know what you mean to me, Val. He thought. He thought hard as to why they couldn’t. Why was he denying this? He looked at her, hard. He watched as she confidently closed the little remaining distance between them and placed both hands on his cheek once again. She smiled ..I want us, Val. She chastely kissed him. Feathery. He froze. He contemplated what she’d said… what she just did.
He covered her fingers with his. He went to shake his head again but she stopped him, halting him with a kiss. A solemn kiss. His heart-rate spiked and he groaned in protest ..Daya, I want you more than you know. I’m like losing my– She silenced him again with another kiss …I know. She pulled at his face, and captured his lips again. More passionately. Lovingly. She leaned back to lie on the couch. His firm body coveted her slim frame as she brought his body down to meet hers. They never broke the kiss.
He leant on his elbows to take the pressure off of her. She quickly attempted to undo his shirt. She fumbled. He grinned. He paused her ready hands and dropped a kiss on each of them, slowing them to a halt. She smiled sheepishly. He dropped another kiss on her collar bone. Another one on her neck. Another one to her temple… her nose, her cheek, her lips. Unseen sparks flew aimlessly as she absorbed all his love for her. Her skin burned where his tender lips had previously been. He pressed a loving palm to her face and murmured into her ear …I want to love you, Z. His lips descended onto hers again …You really are beautiful. I want to show you that, any way I can.
