Proclivitas

pt2

"Fuck."
"What happened?" He questioned carelessly.
I showed him the crimson on my wrist where an old scar had peeled off due to being scraped against the wall.
A tint of humane concern flashed in his eyes before he cautiously hovered my wrist upon his lips to kiss the scar. The blood was still dripping along my skin and as I tried to pull my arm away to wipe it against my clothes he resisted. Once again,he raised my arm upon his lips and I felt him tracing the scar. As he lowered my arm , I noticed that his chapped lips were now semi-coated with my blood-which he had drawn in.
"Are you insane?!"
"What?"
"Are you fucking crazy?"
"What do you mean?" He persisted with the same careless manner now hindered with perhaps fake oblivion.
"Dude-You just cleaned the blood with your mouth-"
"Yet I haven't received a show of gratitude,a simple thanks would've done just fine"
"Dude-"
"Of course you could've gone further with the exaggerated approach and unneccessarily aroused me by embracing me into a kiss-"
Through a consolidation of bewilderment and amusement,I instinctively chuckled and I swear to god,I hadn't chuckled like that for at least 3 years.
What did I have to lose? Still giggling I leaned over and brushed my lips against his. Taken aback but clearly experienced he joined in, slowly pushing me towards the wall. His tongue meandered its way through my lips as his hardened against mine.
Breathless I pulled away softly and hesitantly neither wanting to end the moment nor the eagerness to explore him further.
Appearing to be slightly puzzled at the sudden finality of this shared- moment of passion? Pure desperacy? Satisfaction of sexual awakeness?
I don't know what it was but it had arisen that ever so familiar tingling feeling of agitation urging me onwards.
The words ;"We should stop" lisped through my lips yet I couldn't help but moan as he traipsed his lips along my nipples.
"No,really,we should stop", I sternly retorted to his gesture, restraining myself from the desire screaming across every inch of my body.
I could feel his mood drop,yet not spoiling his modest gentleman cordiality, he edged his body away from me and tilted his head to a side and began to watch me like a curious child.
Staring back at him, I waited for an incoming action yet he continued to observe me patiently, his eyes slowly planting onto each and every part of my body as though trying to memorise my every feature.
Breaking the omnious silence;
"Uhm, Lowell..Would you like to do the chemistry project together? The deadlines next week and I still haven't found a partner, let alone actually begin the project and to be honest my passion for chemistry aside, last time I ended up mixing  potassium chlorate and red phosphorus which is-
"Gurrll stop! It'd be an honour to do the project with you kitten"
Breathless and pleased I felt red rush to my cheeks to express an unfamilar blush.
"Uh great! That'd be great!" I smiled foolishly, pleading to the universe that he hadn't noticed all my out-of-character stammering and blushes.
"Sure thing kitten, when should I come around?" he smoothly dictated.
"I was thinking we could meet at a cafe?.."

"Right,sure thing"
"Okay"
"Okay"
I shyly glanced up and saw he was staring straight at me.
"Well, I gotta go home, Mum's probably going to be panicking about where I am"

I gave him an awkward shove on the arm and turned away to leave
"See you kitten" he winked and he half-clasped/ traced my fingers.
"And you" I retorted and blushed at my out of place formality.