Book One: Bad Boys Make the Most Noise | Slash

chapter twenty-four

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From the moment we entered the apartment to the moment Duff walked out the door; I wanted nothing more than to rip off the small items of clothing supporting her body. And as I pinned her down upon the couch, her back slightly arched as my knees carried me either side of her thighs, I felt nothing more than content, happy lust for this girl; this girl I intended to call mine. Which I'd already done, but she was too dazed to think about what I'd stated and it was a little too abrupt to be considered proper.

I slowly leaned down, closing my eyes, and placed my lips delicately upon hers, pulling away just as fast. I continued to place soft, quick, kisses all along her cheeks and her jaw and her forehead and finally her lips, moulding my lips with hers. With her hands held above her head and my fingers interlocked with hers, there wasn't much she was capable of doing but as I continued to take the lead, I suppose she'd melted into the situation and decided to flow with whatever the fuck was going on. We continued to kiss, merging our tongues and breath together until everything was knocked out of my lungs and I had to pull away, unable to continue any longer without breathing. I released her hands and ran mine down to the sides of her head, holding myself up whilst breathing heavily and staring directly into her eyes. "You could be something I'd get addicted to, Sloan." I mentioned, softly. "And that fucking terrifies me."

"Fuck it." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing in for another, sweet and delightful kiss. I adored the way it felt to melt against her touch. In fact, the simple thought brought a smile to my face and brightened my day.

I traced the skin of her stomach delicately, almost afraid to rip open the scar I'd helped heal the very first time we'd met. It brought a small grin to my face but didn't stop anything, her lips stretching into a smile also as we continued, myself practically lying on top of her by now. And then I thought about it tactically; I couldn't hold myself up much longer, that was for sure, so I flipped us over quickly, myself lying down on my back against the cushions as she lay atop of me, breaking apart and staring dreamily into my eyes. Her eyes. They were so beautiful and glazed with a hint of mischief and desire and all things enough to drive a sane man crazy. The issue with that was that I wasn't exactly a normal being; I was considered insane to some, an anarchist to others. Either worked for me. Personally, I believed I was both. "Penny for your thoughts?" She whispered, breathlessly.

"You're so beautiful." I said, without a beat of pause between. She smiled and the dimple on her left cheek became visible and the corner of her eyes crinkled slightly. "So fucking beautiful." I mumbled, reaching up with a little more hunger than before, connecting our lips harshly and attaching my hands to her hips, drawing her in closer as she slowly buckled her hips against mine. I lay my head back against the arm of the sofa as she began to press kisses into the sweet spot upon my neck, most probably leaving some sort of red mark as she did so, repeating in many other places along my stomach and chest. This was the difference between Sloan and that other girl from last night; I'd of said anything to get in the curvy girls pants, but now, lying bellow Sloan, I felt myself grow speechless. I wanted nothing else but her; her, her, her. I was never one for underwear and I think she'd gathered that as she unbuckled my jeans and was met by my - pretty fucking big - self. But that was the thing, as much as I wanted her, I'd rather just kiss her and pronounce my utter admiration through affection - not sex. So I attached my hand on hers, tilting her chin up and motioning her to come a little closer. She obeyed, crawling back up my body before resting herself against me, her hips resting on my lower stomach. I placed my lips against hers once again in a loving sort of way and broke apart, speaking with a raspy voice. "Not tonight." I said, softly. "Let's just watch a movie or something." She shrugged her shoulders, zipping me back up, before wandering over with her hips slightly swaying and bent over - the view was amazing - to place the new movie into the tape box, just bellow the TV. It was unfamiliar to me and I didn't care much for it, so as she sat back down - slowly and teasingly, of course - and wrapped the blanket around us, I simply couldn't help myself. I inched forward and began to kiss her neck, sweetly, but demandingly and hard enough to leave a purple mark. I left a few of them along that area, running my hand over them and smirking heavily. She looked over at me with a heated gaze, leaning forward and kissing my lips again, resting her hand against my thigh as she did so. I placed my hand upon hers, dragging her a little closer, before deepening the kiss and leaning closer. We continued like this for a short while, but the sexual tension was growing by the second and we were getting sloppy.

"You're on the pill, yeah?" I asked, lips swollen. As much as I liked Sloan, I refused to have small children of my own running around in the state I was in. Perhaps one day, though, I would. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

"Of course." She responded, wasting no time in tackling my jeans and removing them completely. Once again I was left in only my socks, the big toe sticking out of a warn hole. She giggled slightly as I wiggled it but turned around and crashed her lips into mine once again. God, this was the best night I'd had in such a long time. I craved it. I craved her touch; her smell; her taste; her feel. Everything.

a/n  s m u t ?  I'm sorry I didn't write the really dirty bits, some just get a little uncomfortable, but I'm sure you'll all use your amazing imaginations to picture every detail like I did ;)