Abstinence x Grayson Dolan

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A B S T I N E N C E
S I X

     EVERY other Friday night, during the summer time, was movie night at the Dolans. The television that was bigger than the kids bodies playing any movie they all anonymously voted on, bowls overflowing with mouth watering popcorn, and cups brimming with whatever the kids wanted to drink (which was the "bestest thing of all time" according to Ethan, because after dinner all they were allowed to have was water).

After Lisa noticing the imbalance of people crowding her basement on the couch and the bean bag chairs, she almost screamed when they forgot Mabel, "We can't have a family tradition without the one who made it a tradition!"

Cameron sent her a quick text, to which Mabel answered immediately. She had leadership, a time to meet with every other leader and to discuss how to lead better and speak with Jesus better, till nine, but after that, there was never anything for her to do. Her mom had already gone to bed, claiming that the dinner Mabel made and the games they played together was all the excitement she needed for a day. This left Mabel bitterly shoving her face with chocolate chip cookies and watching the news.

Mabel didn't bother to change from her skimpy pajama shorts and tee. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower, tickling her elbows in little waves that never quite made it big, but she never minded her appearance and pretty much sprinted to the Dolans house.

It wasn't until Ethan answered the door and looked her up and down did she realize how mildly inappropriate her outfit was. She wasn't wearing a bra, and even though she was only an A cup, her nipples were still quite the attraction through the shirt, and perhaps if she sat the wrong way, her butt may pop out of her shorts.

Mabel knew that Ethan wasn't looking at her in any other way than a friend, and even he knew she was taking a risk, "Gray's about to go on a little ride."

"Shut up."

Lisa and Sean easily greeted the younger girl, Lisa already making a spot on another bean bag chair and filling a bowl with enough popcorn to feed the entire continent of Africa. Mabel made eye contact with Grayson, ignoring his following stare as she got comfortable. Even during the movie, which was one of the Transformers movies, Mabel could feel Grayson's eyes on her.

Halfway through the movie, Mabel whispered to Cameron that she was going to grab a drink from upstairs to which Cameron nodded, not taking her eyes off the movie or fingers off the popcorn. Mabel excused herself passed the television, and scurried up the stairs like a mouse only to grunt when Grayson claims he's about to pee his pants.

Mabel walked to the kitchen calmly, for the thumping in her chest was only her imagination and nothing to worry about. She let out a breath when Grayson actually went to the bathroom, and she took a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. She chugged the first glass, not quite able to quench her thirst from the amount of salt Lisa puts on the popcorn.

"You look good."

Jumping back and dropping her cup of water on the floor, she glares at Grayson who smirks while leaning against the door frame, "You scared me."

"That wasn't my intention." His voice is smooth, too smooth, as it always was whenever he was trying something on Mabel, on any girl. It didn't help that he was advancing her, shirt off and shorts low on his hips. His hair wasn't propped like it usually was, instead it scratched his forehead. He appeared sleepy yet more awake than ever before, it was the look he always held whenever Lisa called the kids to breakfast when they were young. Mabel couldn't quite figure out how he managed to look so tasteful without even trying.

If only Mabel knew that Grayson thought the same thing.

Grayson reaches behind Mabel and pulls out the drawer that holds the hand towels in. He plucks two out, handing one to Mabel, and the two soak up the spilled water. Silence rivets throughout the kitchen, the two finishing the task relatively quickly, and standing up to dispose of the towels.

It was like a scene from a movie, he had her cornered against the counter, and when she turned around, she was pleasantly surprised when his lips were on hers. She didn't fight it, not even once, having easily melted into the touch she had craved for so long.

His reached down the thighs, carefully picking her up and placing her on counter like he done it a million times. Her hands travelled from his face, to his neck, to his back, and to his chest. He was always a painting in a museum, too far away, too precious to touch, but now it's in her hands and she couldn't quite get enough.

He's played out this scenario in his head one too many times, never once thinking it would actually happen. He played his cards safe, keeping his hands on her hips and his chest flush with hers. It was all too surreal, to have her hands in his hair and her nails tickling his chest. He couldn't believe that the moment was real, but, being the greedy man he was, he wanted more.

Large hands began to rub up and down her thighs, reaching a little closer to her inner thigh each time. They fell to her hips, drawing circles there, until they slipped a little higher to where he knew he wouldn't have to deal with the common struggle he usually had with girls.

As soon as his palms reached the spot he wanted most, her tiny hands gave a delicate push to his chest and a weak, "Stop" fled from her lips.

"What's wrong?" Grayson didn't quite understand why they had to stop, but Mabel was already frantically cursing herself out for being so stupid, so willing to give into sin.

"We can't do this."

"You were just making out with me?"

"It was a mistake." Mabel runs her hands through her hair, rushing toward the front door so she could away from the thing she wanted most, from the most sinful thing she could ever do.

Grayson didn't hesitate to rush after her, stopping her from leaving. He was hurt by her confession, wondering how she could say such a thing about something they both felt, "Kissing me was a mistake?"

"No," Mabel stated, reassuring Gray that he had done absolutely nothing wrong. "But not stopping would've been."

Mabel knew that if she hadn't have stopped, she would've been in his sheets till the morning came. She would've gave herself to him willingly and would've had to pay the consequences like she had before. If she would've had sex with Grayson, she would've sinned against her own body, which is the most toxic kind of sin.

"Tell your parents thank you for me," Grayson didn't stop her from opening the door, "I'm sorry, Gray."

Mabel wouldn't ever understand how bad she had gotten under Grayson's skin.