Dreams: A Collection Of Romance One-Shots

Kiss

My eyes traced the contours of her high cheekbones and in response my thumb graced the apples of her cheeks before my hand rested on the back of her head, enveloped in the warmth of her golden hair. My gaze drifted to her lips. Her neutral position was a pout, something that had always made her seem forlorn and withdrawn. Of course, it was what brought us together in the first place. We were the two freshmen who came from schools no one had heard of. I came from a Catholic school, ironic I know, and she came from a private school where kids got away with some pretty wild things.
Her lips curled into a smile from the attention they were getting and I felt heat blossom in my cheeks. Finally, I looked up at her eyes and felt my breath being sucked out of my lungs. A vibrant green clashed with almond in her irises like the two colors were fighting. That was the third thing that I had fallen in love with.
The second being the curves and edges of her body. She was short, standing at 5’ 1” but, damn she could pull off skin tight dresses and boys would swoon about her. Her hand slipped down from my upper back down to my hips and I drew a sharp breath in response. The fourth thing I loved were the milk chocolate patches of skin that were scattered over her body like once her sculptor had finished her body, they had splattered paint to make her unique. She had always hated them but, I would like to think that I became the reason she had started wearing skirts and short sleeved shirts.
I pulled her closer to me, taking in the scent of her vanilla perfume and exhaled. I was warm in her arms, warmer than standing in the sun’s rays on a hot summer day. I planted a kiss on her neck and almost said those three words when I heard her draw in a breath.
Her hands crept under my shirt; her fingertips felt like little suns dancing on my skin. I almost shuddered under her touch, however subtle it was. After I kissed her neck again, she lifted her hand from my hips and up to my jaw, raising it so I would look her in the eyes. For a moment we stared at each other, breath hot against the other’s faces, and tension building. What must have only lasted a few seconds seemed like eternity before our lips crashed into each other. Her hand went down to my hip again and her fingers curled around the edge of my shirt. Our tongues skirmished for a moment before she lifted my shirt, pausing for a moment for me to lift my arms, before it slid over my head before we resumed. The air was cool against my skin but, her touch quickly changed that. Her fingers fidgeted with the clasps of my bra. My fingers were tangled in her hair and my face became increasingly hot. When we crashed on the bed, she paused for a moment as if considering something. Her pupils dilated and a wave of cold washed over me. Her stare was almost like a dagger that was being driven into my gut. It was accusing but, also teasing. Cunning but, also playful. She was a double edged sword that shone in the dark. She took a deep breath, as if sharpening her blade, and drove it further when her lips landed on my neck.  Oxygen escaped me and I could feel her smile against my skin. We kissed again and again until we were both breathless and light headed.
She stood and turned around to look back at me. I lay on the bed still, recounting the sensations of her lips upon my skin and as if she was satisfied, she grinned at me before leaning against the bed between my legs. Moonlight trickled through the windows, casting a pale effect on her. But, those paint splotches seemed to glow gold. It didn't make sense, I know, but I would like to imagine that someone had put gold leaf on her skin, which only added to how ethereal she was.
I sat up, my fingers grazing a gold leaf patch on her shoulder, and she shivered under my touch. This time, red exploded in her cheeks and she set her hands on my thighs and put her weight on them. In that moment, I didn't remember how our friendship blossomed into a relationship but, I did remember how that relationship quickly blossomed into so much more than a “just for fun.” my hands found her waist and I pulled her into me. Her scent engulfed me again before we exchanged one last kiss. It wasn't passionate or desperate like the ones prior but, it was slow and comforting. She flashed a smile before her hand settled on my own, lingered for a moment, and she pulled away from me to return home.

Sorry it's so short