Bad Memories // a.u.

chapter 10: fall for you

Keaton was mindless playing chords on his guitar, but it soon turned into Fall For You by Secondhand Serenade. I was laying on his bed in one of his sweatshirts while he sat up with his back to me. It was late at night. Actually, I guess it was morning becuase it was almost two a.m. He began to sing the lyics quietly, barely audible. I loved times like these - Keaton playing his guitar while I listened. It was something that I never knew I was missing in my life. I had always loved music, growing up in a church, but my parents weren't very musical themselves. Keaton had the voice of an angel, I thought. It was very unique and something I could listen to for hours. It calmed me.

"Do you think you'll pursue this?" I thought out loud.

He stopped singing but still softly strummed the strings of his guitar. I felt him shift on the bed so he could face me, but because of how I was laying on the bed I couldn't see his face. "Elle, I love music. It's been a huge part of my life for as long as I can remember. Wes, Drew and I, we've been playing together forever. But do I see myself doing it professionally? I don't know. I don't think I could handle all of that. I mean I love the atmosphere of a live show and I think that I would love that part of it, but being famous? I think I would hate that." He stopped strumming and stood up to place his guitar on its stand.

"I get that," I nodded, pulling him towards me back onto the bed. "I think you could make it big though. You're so talented."

"Stop. You're making me blush," he buried his face in my neck.

"It's true!" I poked him in the sides, trying to figure out if he was ticklish.

"Noelle, stop! Haven't I told you I'm ridiculously ticklish?" He lauged, jerking away from me and almost fell onto the floor.

I crawled on top of him, trapping him underneath me. "You never told me that," I giggled, tickling him up his sides. 

"Maybe you're ticklish too?" he flipped me over, a smirk upon his lips. I shook my head, trying to hide the fact that I was. He tickled me in various spots, trying to find where I was ticklish. When his hands reached behind my knees, I squirmed beneath him. "Found it," he whispered, his lips finding their way to my ear. "But I think that's enough of that." From my ear, he trailed kisses along my jaw until his lips finally reached my lips. Our lips separated as I pulled his sweatshirt over my head, but then reconnected. 

"I agree." We kissed for what seemed like hours, his hands roaming my body and my hands tangling in his hair. I couldn't take the feeling of the fabric of his shirt against me anymore, so I lifted his gray t-shirt up, throwing it across the room. This seemed to make Keaton more dominant and he started to move his hips against mine. "What happened to going slow?" I wasn't complaining, we just hadn't done much more than kissing.

"I can't do slow anymore," he moved his kisses down my neck and then to the valley between my breasts. My back arched at the pleasure he was giving me. He unhooked my bra and removed it. I felt suddenly self conscious, but he murmured, "beautiful" and my worries went away.

"Keaton?"

"Mmhmm?" he moaned against my skin, my body shivering at the vibrations. 

"Are you a virgin?" I whispered nervously. I was scared to know the answer.

He withdrew his lips and shook his head no. "Does that matter to you?" he asked. I closed my eyes, knowing that it didn't. I just wanted to know and was glad that he didn't lie about it. "Are you?"

I nodded. "Preacher's kid," I laughed, knowing that this wasn't the right moment to burst out laughing. It was probably the worst moment to laugh. You would've thought a preacher's kid to act out and be a rebel, but not me. I was more of the opposite of a normal preacher's kid - I always did what my parent's asked except for a few times.

Keaton blinked and rolled off of me. "I didn't mean we had to do that if that's what you were thinking."

I thought for a moment, thinking about how people made losing their virginity into a big deal and I mean it was. But I was sure that if I wanted to lose it to anyone, it would be Keaton. He helped me through so much and I was trying hard not to admit that I loved him, but I thought that I did. I shook my head, "I'm ready," I declared.

He raised his eyebrows. "Noelle," he started.

I shook my head and climbed on top of him. "I love you Keaton," I said, taking a risk and hoping he felt the same. 

Keaton inhaled a breath, getting caught off guard. He grabbed my face with his hands and pulled me down to him. "I love you too," he said, before crashing his lips to mine. The kiss got heated very quickly as we moved together, our bodies moving as one. I reached my hand in between us and unbuttoned his pants. "You're sure?" he asked, breathless. I nodded, my head resting back against his pillows. He struggled out of his jeans and I stifled a laugh. "I'm glad I can amuse you."

"Sorry," I giggled. He reached down to my pajama shorts, running his fingers inside the band. I shivered at his touch. "Stop teasing, Keaton," I begged. 

He kissed me on the lips one more time. "I'm scared to hurt you, Noelle," he whispered. 

"I'll be ok," I looked into his eyes. "I need you." He nodded and he started to remove my underwear, then his. The whole thing was over a lot faster than I expected. Keaton collapsed on the bed beside me after we had both come down from our highs. I was silent beside him, but not because I regretted it. More because I was content. I pulled my underwear and Keaton's sweatshirt on as he did his boxers minutes later. 

"You alriight, baby?" he asked.

"Hold me?" I asked, nodding.

"Of course," he whispered and pulled me into him. He yanked the blankets up over us and I didn't want to lose this feeling of being loved.   

hey (: hope you like this chapter, things will be getting more dramatic soon i think probably idk. um anyways vote/comment. i love you all xx zoe