Shine *Richie X OC*

C.8

We ate dinner, which was a sort of layered ham and cheese sandwich made into lasagne and was absolutely delicious, and mom bid us goodnight.

"Uh, mind if I get a shower?" Richie asked and I looked up, smiling at him.

"Yeah, sure. Let me get you some clothes and show you the bathroom." I said and went to a drawer. "You're lucky I buy and wear guy clothes too," I smirked taking out a pair of joggers and a T-shirt and handing it to him, then opened up my panty and sock drawer and looked through my boxers. I wasn't sure what size he was, so I gave him one of my larger pairs of boxers.

"You wear boxers?" He asked as I walked him to the bathroom.

"They're comfy." I shrugged and showed him how the shower worked, then provided him with some towels and turned on the heater in the bathroom.

"Sorry, all the soap is girly..." I said and he shook his head.

"It's fine, Briar. I'll smell like you now." He gave me a grin before slipping off his shirt, and I blushed and turned to walk out, closing the door.

I went back to my room and took off my makeup, waiting until after he had showered to wash my face and whatever. I took a minute to try and figure out what to wear to bed. I didn't want to raise his suspicion, but at the same time, I wanted to look decent enough.

WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS REQUIRE THOUGHT?!

I soon decided on a plain spaghetti strap tank top, a pair of joggers, and I changed my underwear to one of my better thongs, just in case.

I heard the water turn off as I tied my hair in a bun. "Hey, Richie? Tell me when you're dressed, okay? No rush, I just need to wash my face." I said outside the door.

"Alright." He called back. I waited and minutes later he opened the door.

"Thanks." I smiled and stepped in, turning the heater off, then grabbing a washcloth and running warm water over it from the faucet. Richie was standing back and looking at me, and I looked at him in the mirror, raising my eyebrow.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Nope. Just..." He said and took in a breath. "I'm gonna go to your room now." He nodded and left, and I smiled to myself, then kept cleaning my face, making sure I was all clean.

I closed the door to pee and did a quick rundown. Was I shaved? Did I smell? How was my hair? Do I look like I'm trying too hard?

I soon shook the thoughts from my head and turned off the bathroom light and went to my room. I turned the hallway light off and closed the door halfway, still keeping it open as I promised.

Richie was already under the covers, and I joined him as we just sat there, not saying anything. The main light in the room was off, but the lamps on my bedside tables weren't.

I turned to look at Richie and found he was already staring at me. "You look different. Did you do something different?" He asked.

"I'm not wearing makeup," I said and he sat up a bit and nodded, coming closer to my face.

"I like your face without makeup. I mean, I like it with makeup, too, I just... I like your face...?" He said nervously and I smiled.

"I like your face as well," I said and he let out a breath.

"Really? No shit?" Richie asked.

"No shit." I nodded and saw him grin.

"That's so good to hear. That you like me." He lied back.

"Now, wait, I never said that," I said and his soft laugh cut me off.

"Oh, please, Briar. It's a little obvious at this point. I mean, I may be stupid, but I'm not dumb." Richie said and I didn't even have time to be confused before he held my face in one hand, and lifted himself up to kiss me.

If I thought my first kiss was good when I had my first kiss, then I had my first kiss wrong. This, what Richie was doing to me, was a kiss.

His lips were soft against mine and after a few seconds, he pulled back to check if I was alright with it, then continued to kiss me. His lips covered mine oh so sweetly, and his jaw was working to kiss me more and more, and I was becoming addicted to this feeling in my chest.

I wanted to feel him as well, so my hand came up to trace his cheek and tangle in his hair, and he sat up more to finally be at my level where he now had to lean his head down a little to kiss me. My head was tilted up to meet him, his fingers under my jawline, and I knew that I would always reach for him, no matter what for.

When we finally came to an end, Richie lazily slotted his lips against mine for a second and pulled back, so I blinked my hazy eyes open. I saw him lick his lips and search my eyes.

"Still like me?" He asked in a whisper.

"Even more now, if possible. Still like me?" I whispered back.

"I have a boner for you. Not a physical boner, but an emotional one. A heart boner." He said and touched his chest as I laughed softly.

"Wow, you sure do have a way with words, Richie." I smiled. "Those are called feelings."

"I knew that." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "What's the farthest you've ever gone with a guy?" He asked.

"Why do you wanna know?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and he moved close to my face, his eyes shifting around.

"So I can beat him." He hissed and kissed me quickly, leaving me laughing softly. "Seriously, Bri. I wanna know."

"Fine. Ex-boyfriend, the one who Bill looks like, last year in like... May or something, we were in his room making out, I didn't have a bra on, and I let him put his hands under my shirt." I admitted in a whisper and his eyebrows rose up.

"Not bad, Bri." He hummed.

"And you?" I asked.

"Oh, a makeout here and there, though one girl wanted me to finger her in the back of a movie theatre." He smirked and I hit his shoulder. "I'm not going to for any girl now. Unless you want me to." He gave me a look.

"Pervert." I shoved his shoulder and he just held my hand and leaned forward to gently kiss me again.

"Do you want me to?" He whispered. "Not now, but at some point? With all your blushing lately, I kinda figured you were thinking along those lines." He hummed in my ear.

"You're crazy." I breathed, my breath hitching as I felt his breath against my earlobe.

"Oh, so it was my imagination when you blushed while inviting me to stay the night? And I must've imagined you freezing when I asked if you were coming, which was on purpose, by the way. And you didn't change clothes for me? If you say so." He hummed into my ear and in a blink of an eye, he was gone. I opened my eyes, not realizing I had shut them and saw him lying back down, not touching me in the slightest. He was, however, smirking at my face.

I huffed and lied down as well, turning my lamp off, and he did the same, then curled so his chest was to my back.

"All ya gotta do is ask, sweetheart." He said and kissed my cheek, then rolled back over onto his back. "But not right now cos I'm tired."

I growled and rolled over onto my other side and latched onto him, hugging him and putting a leg up by his hip.

"Fucking tease." I huffed and he chuckled and rubbed my back, putting his arms around me.

"I just like to know you're as into me as I am into you." He said and I lifted my head and kissed his jaw.

"Well then, just so you know," I whispered as soft as I could into his ear. "While you were driving me crazy all last week because I couldn't figure out if you liked me or not, I did think many times of those hands of yours on my chest, your fingers in me, even what your dick would feel like. But you're too tired, so I guess we'll save it for later." I said and gave a last kiss before settling my head on his shoulder and closing my tired eyes.

"Bri? Briar? Oh shit." I heard him breathe before we fell asleep.