His hands were on my hips, his fingers hooked on the end of my shirt. Slowly, he lifted his hands up, brushing his fingers against my bare torso.
My back was arched, pushing myself into him as his lips pressed against the weak spot on my neck. One of my hands was in his hair, holding his head in place whilst the other gripped the bed sheets.
One of his hands had unclasped my bra and, once both that and my shirt were taken off, his lips travelled from my neck to the middle of my chest. My lips parted as he left kisses down my chest and over my stomach. He stopped at the edge of my pants, glancing back up at me. He licked his lips and I couldn't stop the small moan that left my mouth as his hands grabbed the insides of my thighs, pushing them apart.
His fingers curled around my pants and pushed them to the side, his lips softly against the inside of one of my thighs.
"Stop teasing," I moaned again as his deep exhale tickled my skin. One finger slowly slid up my thigh and finally he slipped it in. Instantly, I pushed against his finger and he chuckled at my eagerness.
"She's probably still asleep,"
"How did you even know where her key was?" I heard a door slam and my eyes slowly flickered open. Harsh sunlight shone down on me from my open curtains. Groaning, I turned towards the door staying under the covers.
"She told us ages ago that's where her spare key is and even you know what the buildings passcode is," that was Rosie. What was she doing here?
"Should we wake her?" Nicole sounded like she was trying to be quiet, something she always failed at.
I guess Rosie agreed silently because next thing I knew, they were both entering my room. I smiled at them and they made themselves at home at the end of my bed.
"You look flushed, are you ill?" Both of them were looking at me with concern. It was only then that my dream came rushing back to me: his hands on my skin, my body responding to his actions. To Michael's actions.
"No. Just woke up, thanks for coming though," I sat up, shaking off the thought of Michael.
"What's up?" Nicole crossed her legs as if she were ready for a long story.
I told them both about my, rather awkward, date with River and coming home to find Michael. Neither of them seemed as surprised as I wanted them to be by that. They were surprised however by the fact that we had kissed.
"Well you're an idiot, why would you kiss him?" Rosie's arms were crossed and now she was acting like the older sister.
"It just happened! What I'm trying to say is Michael makes me feel funny, a way no one else has made me feel when I've even just brushed my arm with them." My head was in my hands.
"Somebody has a crush!" I could practically hear the smirk in Nicole's voice as she sung the words I was really hoping not to hear.
"A serious one at that," Rosie scoffed as I flopped onto my side.
"I don't want a crush, especially not on Clifford!" I groaned, remembering the way I felt as his lips pressed against mine last night.
"Question is, are we still getting revenge even though you have a little crush?" Rosie was giggling and me throwing one of my pillows at her just made her laugh harder.
"Shut up guys"
"I think having a crush just gives us more reason. Plus, the boys have made sure Michael isn't in the house today..." This greatly improved my mood, knowing what we were sneaking into their apartment to do.
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that damned cigarette ↪ m.c
Fanfic"This isn't a stupid chick flick movie, Clifford!" "Who said I wanted that?" Once upon a time, there was a boy and girl. She was beautiful and he was handsome. He saved her and she made him realise his wrongs. But what if there wasn't a happy e...
