Ariana Imagines

#138: two girls

A/N: In this imagine, Ariana and you (Y/N) are teenagers. Ariana's parents think that Y/N and her are only friends. They are in a romantic relationship and Ariana is doing everything to hide it from her family who in this imagine are not supportive. 

"I feel really bad." Ariana smiles then leans in and kisses me. "Why?" I say and we kiss again and then she sighs and leans back into the passenger seat. "I ditched my friends for you. I lied to my mom." she goes on in a dragging slow but relaxing voice. She's looking in front of her at the view of the night, the city lights and houses below on a green hill. "But it's okay, I'm okay." she says before I can say anything. I didn't even know what to say. 

"Are you sure?" 

She looks at me for a second and smiles than looks back at the view, and I am caught up looking at her. Her glow and perfect angelic side view. "Yes. You are worth it." I shake my head and chuckle and break my stare at her and follow her eyes to the city. "What?" she asks with a lightness to her voice. 

"Its just amazing because I feel the same way about you. I love you I never want you to hurt, sometimes I feel like the only way to prevent that is to not be together so nothing bad happens but I don't want to. And I can't make you." I say looking into the city so subconsciously talking but meaning every word. When I come back to reality, I look at Ariana who's been looking at me for a while. Big brown doe eyes, damn Bambi.

"Frankie did it. He's gone now, and me and him have the best relationship. You see him, he's so much happier as himself. I want to be like him, with you. If he could do it, I will too. And no you can't make me leave you." we smile at each other and come together in a slow kiss. Her lips perfect going in-between mine and moving like waves against each other. My hand crept on her cheek, my fingers on her soft cheek that feels like silk sheets. We give each other a confirming look with our eyes and lean the chairs all the way back but just enough to see the view. The comfortable silence feels so good with the air so free. Knowing that we love each other and although it's "wrong" we did it. We will rebel in every single way, every day just talking to each other about how we feel truly about each other. 

"Sleep over tonight at my place. Please." I say interrupting the silence. She looks over and hisses and looks back at the sky, body and demeanor completely relaxed and content. "I wish." I roll my eyes playfully and try again. "Baby, we can't. I almost couldn't come to hang out with friends tonight, and I'm here right now soo.."  Ariana says giving up. 

"Just come home with me." I say looking at her face waiting for her eyes. And as she turns her head and our eyes look deep into each other's, I know I'm winning. 

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I park the car and we stay still in our seats of my driveway. I turn and look at her with a creeping smile and she soon is smiling too. "I'm gonna get killed." we quickly get out and get inside. 

As I start kissing her and feeling her warmth in the coldness of my empty house, part of me feels bad and the other is filled with complete satisfaction. Having her in my arms tonight completes the night with such perfection.

 It's worth being a hangover like pain in the ass tomorrow. 

My hands on her lower back, under her shirt feeling the warm skin under my most likely cold fingers. She gasps as I push her unintentionally a little roughly onto the bed with my body slightly on top of her. We quietly giggle under the view of the moon, and the sinless sky. Maybe the stars will approve. I kiss her again, pulling on her jeans and undoing the button and her hands go to it and pull them down eagerly. I take my sweatshirt off in the meanwhile. 

Her skin is incredibly soft, it's a body that you wish to touch every spot of skin. Every crease, corner, and entry. She let me, she lay there and my hand goes wherever it so chooses. Hair, chest, torso, arms, and hands. Then my lips, kissing her neck and shoulders sweetly. Sometimes when we did this, I could be there for hours and then once she close her eyes for long under my touch I just lay and we sleep. Not even getting to do what we first intended. I loved those times, but this wasn't going to be one of them. 

So I stop and I bend down and kiss right above the panty line. My eyes look up for that security and confirmation and it was always there. I take off her underwear and her shining smooth legs lift up to help. I ease my fingers down onto her thighs, I kiss one of them. Then my lips close around her nub, her lips open and a sigh exits once again. She looks so independent, so beautiful. I kiss her there again and again, bringing my lips into all kinds of different ways to please her. She grabs my hair at times, brings her hands under the pillow behind her, feeling the covers below us. 

Her body shakes under my last touches and caresses. When I kiss her again, her skin's even more glowy than before. The shadows on her face are placed at all the right places, her eyes are twinkling, her body is limp and impotent, but always beautiful. The stars watched.