Meet Me In The Hallway

Arrival

A hand full of tapered fingers fit itself along my jaw and full lips touched my own. My momentum had propelled me into him, but the hand on my face and the one on the back of my head kept me in place.

Not that I wanted to go anywhere.

His tight grip on my head was inversely correlated to the nature of his mouth on mine. Harry held me tightly to him, but kissed me softly. His bottom lip started on my corresponding body part and sucked it in with little force. He repeated this manuever several times until I pushed my lips against his. He opened then and I could feel the grin before he slid his tongue against mine. I made a sound that I'd never admit was mine had I been coherant enough to think any word but more.

And more is what he gave me, one of his hands left the place where it was anchoring us together to wrap around my red clad waist. His arm ran the length of me from shoulder blade to my equator, and I could feel the long planes of his chest against me so I flexed into the contours of his body. He must have liked this response, because he ran his hands forcefully up and down, conjuring a similar gyration twice more before he gripped me at the waist and tilted his head farther to the right.

My head moved in tandem and I mimicked him again when he opened his mouth farther. I was so distracted by the feeling of his breath moving into me, I forgot to be self conscious or worry about the fact that this was the 5th time I'd been kissed in my life.

And I'd never been kissed like this.

The frantic rumblings with my first borfruend had been unpleasantly wet and quick, ending when I could feel a rumble below his belt. Rather than that being our beginning.

The others had been one-offs or let downs.

This kiss, because it felt as though our mouths had been engaged in one long dance since he pulled me out of the hallway, was wet and wild and wonderful and the flex of his pelvis against me was a starting gun not a finish line. He tasted of the beer he had while conquering the game table. He tasted like victory.

If this is what I had been waiting months for, I'd do it all over again.

His tongue slid against mine and the wet flex of that muscle made me chase him as he slithered away. The hand on my jaw pulled up and he ran his index finger against my wet top lip.

"Hey," he smiled, flush and happy.

"Hey," I gulped, breathless, and happy.

He grinned wider before his eyes roved back down my face to where his finger lingered near my Cupid's bow. I was enjoying the sting of that arrow.

He delivered another bolt when he blew his breath over my face and I sucked it in. I watched his eyes darken and didn't know what the next step in our dance was.

Harry was a strong partner, though and he led me through the next chord. His finger ran from the top middle of my mouth across the corner and over the interior of my swollen bottom lip then inside to where my tongue lay above my teeth while I panted. He leaned in and licked the path his digit had followed before slanting right and kissing me deeper.

The hand that had anchored my jaw took a journey now that he had assured my total compliance with his rule. I'd gulp in air when he took breaths and dive back under with him when he returned to me. Both hands met at my sacrum loosely and it was wholly undatisfying after feeling the slide of his hand down to that place. I wanted them to rove. I keened my disapproval and he pulled back to chuckle. The tip of his nose slid to the top of mine and he opened his eyes.

"Let's take our time, Yeah?" He looked for my acquiescence, "waited awhile for this."

That made me want to dive in head first despite the warnings on the pool side of broken heads. He ran the ends of our noses over each other while he chuckled, "slow Melody."