Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

1. Hider

"Christ. . .D-Don't stop." my eyes sunk to the back of my head, fingers digging into the sheets.

The tips of her fingers skimmed up my thighs as her nails faintly dug into my skin. Grace had this way of touching me in one small spot that would force every cell in my body quake with euphoria. It always seemed as though her fingers carried magic in them, Chris Angel'ing my body with every chance she got. That was exactly it. Grace was magic. She was transcendental, and damn near supernatural. The girl on top of me was the embodiment of hope. My hope.

My fingers embarked over the small of her back, every ridge of her spine imitating a mountain's peak, tall and proud. Supple, her soft lips began to follow upwards as she traced inwards. As she let go of my thighs, she brought herself forward, still wrapped and trapped in between my legs. She wasn't going anywhere and she knew it.

". . .and what if I do?" her lips pecked my chin as she traveled ever so slowly up to my face. "You going to spank me as punishment?"

She took my wrists, cuffing them with her own hands and then slamming them onto the mattress. Now pinned, I lied defenseless underneath this beautiful woman. I could do nothing and was forced to do as she wished, not that I had minded. She could've done that any time she wanted, any place she wanted. I was hers, and she very well knew it.

"Might as well take full advantage now, since I'm going to be punished. Riiigghht?" Grace's mouth dropped by the second as she dragged on her final word, stopping above my own while sending the faintest scent of mint into my nostrils. "...or maybe we can just forget about that and have some more fun."

". . .Yeah." my concentration began to wane as her right hand made a clear effort to crawl down south, a smile being the only constant on my face. "Just do that."

Grinning, her lips landed on mine like a spaceship to the moon, a bird to the ground. It was clear to me that Grace had been everything I wanted. Beautiful on the inside and out, responsible, and truthful to herself. The very respect she showed herself was the same she showed others, and that alone was the most amazing thing about her. She was always true to who she was and never strayed from it unlike everyone, or so I thought.

Grace pushed herself up, still slightly smiling. Her brown hair draped off of her neck, the barely curled ends lied, sprawled on my shoulders with the lightness of a feather. Faded like an old sweater that was washed one too many times, her green eyes trembled with unsteadiness as it felt they were perforating my very soul. That was all she ever had to do to make me cave in, to make me give up on something I thought I was adamant about.

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"Jesus, you're so easy." Grace rolled over onto her back. "But the faces you make are so worth it."

"Shut up." I covered my face with the white blanket, feeling embarrassed. Even if it was only us, what she had said still made me go redder than a stoplight.

"Nope. Never happening." she pulled the blanket down, revealing what was likely a blush-ridden face of undiluted redness. Her right hand surfed across the sheet and up into the air, landing on my cheek like a graceful bird after a long flight. "Especially when I see faces like this every time."

She always knew what to say, whether it was to bend me out of shape or make me feel good, the right words had always come out of her mouth. When she spoke to me like she'd been doing at that moment, I was reminded of those playboys you read about and saw on some TV show. They, unfailingly, knew what to say every single time. Just like Grace.

As my eyes finally returned to Grace, I was gifted with her looking right back at me. However, it wasn't her typical smile-ridden expression. What I was given was a small frown, a frown that could have no way been mistaken as just a regular stare. Why could I tel? I was able to read Grace just as much as she was able to read me. That had always been one invariable between us.