White Heart

Rendezvous In the Park

"What about two?" His lips touch my neck. I bite my own, trying hard not to give him any attention. "Three?"he teasingly  inquires. He moves slightly higher up by my jawline. His lips press against my skin. God what is he doing to me? Sting puts a finger on my chin, pulling my face towards his. He then moves his mouth once more to my lips, gently caressing them. I close my eyes and allow him to deepen the kiss. His hand finds it way to the other side of my neck. I could go on like this forever. Abruptly, he pulls back, breaking the kiss. I open my eyes to see his staring back, watching my next movement. I pause for a moment, unsure. Should I risk it? I know he has a past and I know he has issues, but so do I. And the way I feel when I'm with him. God. Sting begins to pull away from me, like a wounded animal from a fight.  Wait, no. That's not what I wanted. I place my hand on his cheek. His eyes shoot up to meet mine. The tension obvious behind them. I smirk at him and move my hand underneath his chin, pulling him close. I shift my sight from his eyes to his mouth. Swiftly, I move my lips to crash on his again. This time the kiss isn't gentle. It is passionate and desperate. His tongue glides against my bottom lip, but I deny him access. He growls at my stubbornness. Though he was a clever one as he reaches his hands down to my waist and pushes me down on the blanket. His vest fell off of my shoulders.

"S-Sting?"  I question. However he ignores me and attacks my neck from the side.  Finding my sweet spot, a low moan escapes my mouth. I can feel him smile on my skin. Sting takes advantage my surprise and kisses me deeply. He balances himself by placing one of his arms on the opposite side of my head. His tongue exploring every inch of my mouth it could reach.  My hands find their way to the side of his face, eventually moving into his hair. I break the kiss to breath. Damn that oxygen. Though Sting goes back to my neck. Oh God. It feels amazing, sending waves of pleasure down my body, but I couldn't take it anymore. I push him off of me. He sits up confused. 

"Wha-" I put a finger over his mouth to stop him. I give him a devilish smirk. I then push his chest backwards with the same finger, until his back hit the blanket. I crawled over him and sat atop his chest. My hands roamed over his partly covered chest, followed by my eyes.  As they both make their way to his face, I notice his admiring stare. My eyes widen from his gaze. "Keep going Beautiful, "he coaxes, his hands rubbing the tops of my thighs, "You're doing great." I blush at his words. God I'm on top of him and he is still in control. Damn! It drives me crazy. I lean down to kiss him again.  I tug on his bottom lip, wanting entrance, but he denies me. I pull back to see a smug grin on his face.

"So that's how you want to play it huh?" I taunt in his ear. I lean closer and nibble on his ear. He groans underneath me, but I'm not done. Oh, no. I move my hands down from his face to his the sides of his waist, slowly feeling every muscle on the way down. When they reach their destination, they draw faint circles along his hips. He groans louder. I move my mouth from his ear to down his neck in a trail of small kisses. He gasps when I reach his collarbone. I take the opportunity to invade his mouth. Our tongues battle for dominance. I reach one hand up to tease his nipples through his thin shirt. He moans, which allows me to win control. I push the kiss deeper and deeper and he pushes right back. My hands slowly move back up to his shoulders. One rubs his chest while the other makes it up into his hair, slightly tugging on it. He moans, breaking the kiss to breath. Though I take the time to begin licking along his jawline with the tip of my tongue. 

"Okay I've had enough," he groans. I glance up at him as he grabs the sides of my waist. 

"Wha-" I try to ask, but he flips us over with one arm above my head to make sure he doesn't crush me. He takes no time devouring me again. I give no resistance this time. I close my eyes in pure pleasure. My legs wrap around his body and my arms around his neck, pressing our bodies closer. His thumb flicks up my skirt and begins rubbing circles on the edge of my stomach. I moan into his mouth. His lips break away from mine only to make their way to my neck. I bite my lip in attempt to stifle a oncoming moan, but it escapes regardless.

"Hey!" a disembodied voice shouts. We scramble to separate, not wanting to be caught in such a compromising position. I weakly push Sting further away and land back on my butt with my legs sprawled out under me. Sting looks over my body to see my rumbled clothes. He smiles at his handy work. "What are you two doing here?" a female cop shouts as she walk around from behind the bushes that were blocking us from the world.  When she finally emerges, she stares at us, inspecting our situation. Her eyes land on me. "Is everything alright miss," she inquires, "I thought I heard...noises." Sting fails to hold back a chuckle ad the cop glares at him. She turn back to me.

"Y-Yes, ma'am everything's fine," I affirm. 

"Hey wait a minute," she concludes, "aren't you two competing in the Grand Magic Games this year?" I give her a hearty grin.

"Why yes were are," Sting replies before I can. She glares at him again.

"Well it's late you all should head back to your hotel," the cop advises. She gives us one last suspicious glace before leaving. I release the breath had been holding.

"That was a close one, "Sting chuckles, crawling back over to me. But before he can climb back on top, I place a finger on his lips.

"She's right you know," I confirm, "It is getting late." He growls at my teasing. "And you're competing tomorrow," I tease further.

"How do you know that?" he questions. I giggle at him.

"Because you're a fan favorite, "I taunt, scrunching my nose. He chuckles at my silliness.  I then move myself away from him and stand up. Grumpily, Sting grabs his vest and does the same. I giggle at his reaction. I turn back to him.

"Walk me back?" I ask, extending my hand to him. He smirks and accepts my assistance. When he is standing next to me, he gives me a toothy grin. 

"Of course Beautiful," he chuckles. He jogs up next to me and wraps his arm around my waist. pulling me close to him. I look up at him and giggle at his boldness. We begin to make our way back to my hotel. We don't talk much but as we stroll along, I  rest my head on his chest and wrap my arms around him. It was cozy. I've never had 'cozy' before. And I gotta say it's nice. Just as we reach the hotel door, Sting releases my waist from his grasp. His heat quickly diminishing from my side.  

"Here you are, Love," he whispers. I guess trying not to wake anybody else up. I spin around to face him and place a quick peck on his lips, which he instinctively deepens. His hands finding my waist again.

"Mmph," I moan as I pull away, " We can't do this now. We both have to go get some rest." He frowns.

"Ugh, fine." Sting sighs. "Will I at least get to see you?" he asks pleadingly. I smile I response.

"Maybe tomorrow," I whisper as I walk through the lobby's glass doors. I don't turn back because I know he'll still be standing there and staring. I keep walking until I reach the elevators, where I patiently wait for it to arrive. When it does I simply step on and allow the doors to close with ease, but glance at Sting just as the doors are closing. He was poised just outside the glass doors where I left him. He met my eyes. God if the doors hadn't closed when they did, I would have ran back out there and tackle him again. Trying not to think about Sting, I rode the elevator all the way to our floor. When the doors open again, I quickly and quietly make my way to my room. Everyone was probably passed out anyways, but I still slowly creaked open the door. The lights were out and it seems everyone is asleep.

"Back so soon?" a voice taunts in the dark.