Notes From The Underground

CHAPTER EIGHT

She stood up, flattening her skirt and looking up at me, biting her bottom lip gently. She slowly stepped forward, her actions cautious, worried how I'd react. She moved her hair behind her ear, standing in front of me a little closer and looking up to meet my eyes, her shorter than me significantly. I blinked, not understanding what to do, or how to react I should say. She looked nervous, like she had a hunch she was following but was unsure about it. She gained confidence quickly, speaking thus. 

"I figured it out." She said softly, her voice raspy. I think the cold was getting to her, it usually did. I always liked it though. Her voice wasn't overly feminine, it wasn't particularly soft. It was honey and venom. I loved the sound of that girls voice. 

"Figured what out?" I asked, trying not to let my apprehension get the best of me. I was never very good at reading her. 

"Why you're mad at me. Why you stopped talking to me for all this time. It was so simple..you dropped so many hints. I don't know how I didn't see it before." She said softly, chuckling, looking at me still. Her hair color had changed, the bottom layer was bright purple, the top bleached blond. It looked good on her, I was curious what it felt like to the touch. After she died it it typically felt like straw, I missed getting to tease her about it.

"Why am I mad then?" I questioned, sucking in a breath and bracing for her answer, expecting her to tell me what I already knew, and admit she knew my biggest secret. I was mentally preparing myself for it, the "I know you're in love with me" speech. 

But then.

In place of words, I felt her lips on mine. Her arms go around my neck tentatively, almost afraid to ruin the moment. I was kissing back, off impulse before I really got a grasp on reality. My head wasn't clear still, our lips moving desperately against one another's. She was tugging, pulling, dominating my mouth with these rough and lusting kisses. I knew what was happening, but I didn't know. 

Things were getting faster, her breath is warm and heavy between kisses, her thigh raised against my hip, my hand supporting her and my free arm wrapped around her waist. We were impossibly close, still getting closer with each passing moment. Her skin was warm, her cheeks flushed. She pushed me back, my back flat on my own bed but my neck straining to catch her lips again for a kiss, desperate to taste her again.

My hands were on her hips, digging in, gripping, holding on like it was the last thing I'd ever hold. Kissing her like it was the last thing I'd ever do. Her shirt is riding up, the softness of her pale skin under my fingertips, my thumb rubbing circles against her hip bones. She's letting out small noises, I can tell where this is going but I can't push myself to stop. I should stop, I should stop. I kept thinking. Oh god she's so hot.

Maybe I should have reevaluated in my head what was happening. I had Kendall in my lap, her lips on mine, open and moving her tongue with mine. I had my hands up her shirt, playing with the hook of her bra and smirking against her lips. She was whimpering, moving against me slowly, grinding her hips into me with need. In my head, I should have known it wasn't going to play out well. I almost pulled away long enough to stop what was happening. 

Almost.

She pulled away from the kiss, her hands going to the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off over her head. She moved her hands behind her back, unclipping her bra fully, slowly pulling it off and throwing it on my floor. In that moment it became clear; there was no more stopping what was going to happen. That was the moment all my common sense broke apart, leaving me weak and desperate for this woman's touch. 

Her lips fell back on mine, rougher, more short paced before I pushed her back, discarding my own shirt and pressing her down flat to the mattress, my body between her legs and forcing apart her thighs. I couldn't stop, my hips were grinding into her and I felt myself getting harder by the second. She was intoxicating, her skin warm, her lips drenched in sin, the look in her eyes begging for me.