Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter XVII: Normal With Me

"It doesn't matter tonight. None of it does, it's just you and me, Laura."

The words echoed inside of me and I nodded, my eyes closing as I dwelled on that thought. For the rest of the night, it was just us. No headmistress prodding inside of my mind, and no Vixen to worry about sinking my claws into. In the room we shared there were no Sentinels or evil mutants, and there were no friends or classmates to judge or pass approval. None of it mattered. For all that was good or bad in the world, in that moment none of it mattered because we had each other and a few long hours to appreciate that fact.

Slowly I found the strength to turn around underneath Shifter, adjusting the pillow for assisted comfort, rolling as he lifted himself up a bit to assist me. A second later I was laying on my back, his shirt now half-twisted around me since it did not handle the position change well. It drew it taut against my chest and neck, but it was only mildly uncomfortable. My legs spread out and the soles of my boots pressed into the mattress; my knees bending on either side of Shifter's waist. As his handsome features fell into my sight, I let my hands drift out to his waist, holding him lightly with a feminine, delicate touch.

"You are correct, Christian." I still did not say his true name often, but when I did it was only during moments in which I needed the extra level of connection. It was deeply intimate for me, and letting his name roll off my tongue was therapeutic in a way that so few could ever truly understand. By his smile, I could tell that he was amongst those chosen few. "We will try to put all worries out of mind, and enjoy our time together. As I always do." The words I added at the end came from the top of my mind, and the admission made me immediately blush.

Clearly, given the nature of our growing relationship I always enjoyed my time with him, but to say it so openly and obvious was a bit embarrassing. Shifter gave me a coy grin, and seemed discontent to let my blushing cheeks go without trying to deepen their hue.

"Oh, you do, hmm?" He teased, and one of his hands moved to creep underneath the hem of the shirt of his that I wore. His touch was not overtly sexual, but as his rough fingertips moved against the naked flesh of my stomach, I could not resist arching my back and erupting in a sudden, unrestrained gasp. Already my cheeks were darkening, but I stayed focused for whatever game he was planning. "All of the times we're together? You enjoy them?"

I squirmed under his questioning, my shoulders rolling from side to side and my stomach pressing back into his touch with a thin line of goosebumps. Shifter gave me a grin as his head drifted forward, and I could feel his nose tease against the side of my throat while he whispered in a playful voice.

"The times we're just talking?" He asked, and I gave a small nod in response. "What about when we get intimate in public? You like that, too?"

"...you know that I do." I grunted in admission, and my teeth bit down on my bottom lip, chewing it idly as the memories flooded my mind. Every time it happened, and it happened with startling frequency, I was typically left a shuddering, wet mess. Shifter knew as much, and as his thumb smoothed over the width of my belly button he teased my throat with his nose again, and chuckled in what was clearly a moment of building lust.

"And when I'm rough with you?" He asked, his voice somewhere in between sweet, and a dangerous, vaguely threatening tone that suggested he just might then and there. The tone made my entire body shudder, and I could feel a part of me flare in excitement, getting wet at the mere concept. When he continued, it did not help squash the growing fire between my legs. "When I pin you down, fuck you senseless, use you...? When I mark you with my scent, when I spank you, when I-"

Shifter's words were cut off by my own action, my hands moving up to his face. One of them slid against his cheek while the other brought my fingers across his lips, silencing him amidst his question and putting an end to the game. I looked at him with sympathy in my eyes, but as my sad smile spread to explain, I knew all too well what he was attempting.