A DARKER CITY

(optional read) Ramona ( I)

(optional read), ramona (one)

Truthfully, Ramona had no idea what she was doing. But whatever it was, it was working. Crutchie was so perfect, in every way, and Ramona was so happy to have him. To really have him.

His face was dirty, smudged at his chin and his cheek, it was almost all he had to show for everything. She whipped away the dirt with her thumb, before leaning in to kiss him. The tension drained out of him, and he slowly got lost in the kiss. He wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her up against him until there wasn't an inch between them.

"I love ya." He pulled back to say, his eyes were half lidded and his pupils were blown wide. He pulled her back in, grabbing handfuls of her dress.

"I adore you." She said against his lips. She tilted her head to kiss down his jaw and neck, until she came to leave a soft bruise on his collarbone. "let me adore you tonight." She whispered.

He shivered under her careful fingers as she unbuttoned his shirt, and she let him take slow steps towards the bed. He kissed her down onto the bed.

She kissed at his neck, happily giggling against his skin. "my turn." She weaseled her way out from underneath of him, trying to contain happy laughter. Her laughing made him laugh too, and it was so unbelievable and stupid, but really, their laugher was intoxicating and entirely consuming.

"crutchie, have you done this kind of thing before?" it pulled them back into reality.

"no, I've never really had a goirlfriend before, per se'..." he'd wondered if maybe he should have lied. But he never could lie to her.

She kissed him hard enough to bruise, and she sat in his lap and she was everywhere. He slipped his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the dark room.

Her breath caught in her throat. She exhaled sharply.

"do ya want t' stop?" he asked.

"absolutely not, not yet."

"ok."

Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders tight enough that she could hardly breathe. His hands were warm on her skin, and he was so close that she shared his breath.

She trailed her fingers down his skin, carefully tracing every detail of him. he pulled her jacket off, and she took the hint to try to unbutton her shirt.

Her fingers shook slightly, and she fumbled with the buttons. She drew a breath, and exhaled it as a laugh. How did she always manage things like this? Crutchie let his hand steady hers, over the collar of her top.

"yous so cute." He said.

"what did I do to deserve you?"

"about got run over by a car."

It felt so good to just laugh. it was getting late, the clock said it was sometime after eleven. the night was dead, and they were so alive.

She let him unbutton her shirt, and she fought embarrassment. It was ok. This was alright.

Nothing would happen tonight, they both knew that. All this was was exploration and happiness.