This same experience had once felt terrifying, unknown and unpredictable. It had been dizzying, but not pleasurable in the same way dizziness from spinning yourself on a swing would be. It had been head-pounding, adrenaline pulsing and fist-clenching kinds of painful. The last time this happened she had prayed for a pause, had anxiously waited for it to end, but this time it was different. Instead of feeling smothered, she felt elevated.
Instead of drowning in regret, this felt right. Everything was perfect; from the sheets on the mattress to the breeze coming through the open window, which was cold enough to make her want to close every remaining gap between them. Above her, everything about the boy seemed ablaze. Stomach to stomach, his burning skin felt like it could melt her own, but they fit together so nicely maybe it already had.
Slowly, he leaned into her neck. She exhaled airily and she felt him laugh hotly against the exposed area of her collarbone. His arm rested beside the groove of her hip, his other hand running through her hair softly, moving it all to one side. He chastely kissed up her shoulder to her jaw, and then to her throat again. He stopped momentarily, finding the right spot and then proceeding to take the skin between his teeth and suck on it. The hand that wasn't in the girl's hair was now rubbing her hip lazily, and her eyelashes fluttered, and then closed completely.
Both sets of her fingers ran up his toned back and stopped at his shoulders, nails digging into him, as he bit down harder, hoarsely mumbling an apology, "Didn't mean to."
"I don't care, keep going."
Seconds later, he trailed his mouth up to hers, pressing their previously kiss swollen lips together. Just like the rest of him, they were extremely warm and even softer. His thumb traced her jawline and he lowered his chest onto her own, tucking his arms under her petite shoulders.
"If you don't want-" he started, momentarily separating their lips, "to go all the way," he kissed her again. "don't feel like you have to."
She pulled his shoulders down, bringing him to her level. "I want to," she said, pecking the side of his mouth, "please, Ashton?"
"Of course."
His hazel eyes bored into the smaller girl's, and she felt her cheeks flare. His eyes looked darker with the lack of lighting and were glazed over with what she assumed was lust, but there was something else too. They had a spark she had never seen before, a stronger emotion than the lustful glare had.
He rose into a position that was a bit lower than what one would use to do a push-up, and tapped the inside of her knee, implying he wanted her to lift her legs. She crossed her ankles behind his back as he kissed her forehead multiple times and then pulled away. When he met the girl's eyes again, she suddenly realized what other emotion his eyes portrayed.
It was love, and for once, she wasn't afraid.
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A/N:
alrighty SO. this didn't actually happen. this was purely just a dream alexis had (even though this might happen later?? maybe?? yes??) and yes i'm SO SORRY FOR THIS DELAYED UPDATE AND ITS SHORT TOO DON'T HATE ME PLEASE
xo claudia
