Lonely Hearts (Porter Robinson Fanfiction)

First Date(s)

*(for some reason wattpads being shitty and won't let me bold this so i'm putting it between asterisks ok) i'm so tired and sleepy and hungry but hey i have a chapter for you guys!!! i hope you're having a good week :)*

 I was a goner, to say the least.

Porter and I spent all afternoon kissing. And by all afternoon, I mean all afternoon.

He knew what he was doing, believe me. Every minute my lips got more swollen, I got more out of breath, and more turned on. Which probably wasn't the smartest idea.

His lips moved with mine, his tongue soft inside of my mouth. I giggled and he pulled his lips away and pressed them to the side of my face, running his lips down to my jawbone. "I don't want to stop," he said, peppering me with kisses as I giggled some more, tickled by his lips. "I don't think I can."

"Who says you have to?" I said, trying to press my lips back to his.

He sighed, smiling as he pulled away from me. "Because kissing leads to other things." He stood up then, moving towards the kitchen. "Other things you, and I, aren't ready for."

I was just about to protest, confident that we could move forward, when he bopped me on the nose and walked over to the fridge, leaning down to look inside for something to eat. "Don't argue," he said. 

I frowned, standing up to move over to him and help him find something to eat for the both of us. I was starving. "I wasn't going to argue. I was just... suggesting it." I put my arms around his waist and settled my head on his shoulder. 

He sighed again, content and soft. "You know, one of the best things about all this is that I can finally just pull you against me all the time without being weird." He put his hands over my tiny ones and enveloped his fingers through mine, squeezing it in his. "It feels so damn good."

I pressed my lips to the side of his neck and he shivered, closing his eyes and tensing beneath me. "Please help me find something to eat now." 

He chuckled as I interrupted the calmness. "Will do."

After looking through all of Porter's fridge and cabinet (mostly cereal and Doritos. We had the same taste in food) we settled on a dinner of toasted waffles with peanut butter and microwaveable eggrolls. What a delicious combination.

"I have an important question," I said, biting into a waffle and smearing peanut butter across my lip.

"Shoot," he said, grinning at me trying to swipe it off.

"So... are we like, considered a couple now?" I chewed, swallowing the waffle and finally wiping the peanut butter off. "Because its cool if we're not, I guess. But it'd kind of suck also."

"Honestly," Porter took a sip of his Coke. "I'd be disappointed if we weren't. We're a couple as long as you want to be a couple."

I grew silent.

He stared at me, chewing loudly in the quietness. "What is it?"

I shrugged my shoulders as my cheeks reddened. "It's embarrassing."

He set down his fork. "How is it embarrassing?"

I shrugged again. "I don't know... I just kind of thought..."

"Thought what?" I caught his attention now, and he was looking at me with all seriousness and solemnity.

"When I imagined this, I thought of it differently. You asking me properly. Doing it all romantic and stuff."