Ex Friends ||Petekey||

Flying High on Loves Young Dream

Pete carried Emma over to her pink, silk-covered bed. He sat her in the middle of the mattress and gently pushed her into a laying position as he cradled her head and deepened the kiss between them.

She let out a soft sound of pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gently tugged at his straightened hair and bit his lip as he pulled away. Pete pulled back slowly, letting the kiss linger.

"You're so hot."

Emma blushed deeply at his words and chose to stay silent. She didn't trust her vocal chords at the moment. She leaned up and pecked his lips.

Pete had taken her out for a date. They had gone to see The Labyrinth for the 10 year anniversary re-run. Pete loved watching Emma's lips form the actors' lines and her face light up at the funny parts. It was a new fact about Emma, her first love was David Bowie. Pete had then taken them for a quick dinner. It was slightly awkward, looking around at couples on romantic dates while they were only on their second. They were easily the youngest in the entire restaurant apart from a noisy kid a few tables down.

Pete grinned devilishly and pinned her hands above her head gently, he didn't want to hurt her. He started to grind his semi hard on on her thigh. She let out a moan and tried to push him away weakly, not really wanting him to stop.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't-"

"Relax, baby."

Pete's hand slowly trailed down her body, not wasting any time getting where he wanted to be. He kissed her head and placed his hand over her panties.

"Pete no-" Emma pushed at his shoulder, now with a little more force. Pete looked at her with wild eyes, his pupils blown and mouth red and swollen from kissing.

"I'll take care of you."

"I'm just.. not ready," she squeezed her eyes shut. Pete knew she didn't want to stop and Pete was a persuasive bitch. She couldn't trust herself to resist him.

"We can't. Just.. please."

Pete slowly pulled his hand away and kissed her. "I'm sorry, doll." He kissed all over her face as an apology.

Emma looked relieved and sighed. He sat on the bed beside her, laughing a bit. She looked up at him and let out a giggle.

He turned his head to the side to watch her. "We almost went there." They were both reduced to tears from laughter, not that there was anything funny about the situation, but what else was there to do?

Emma's dad knocked and walked in. "What's all the noise about?" he asked, looking at them suspiciously.

Emma, unlike most other girls, was very open with her father. It was just them and her older brother who was off at college in New York. He only ever got a chance to come home during holidays. Gerard was off at college at the moment, so if Emma wanted or needed anything, she had to tell her father. There was no secrets in the family. Now between the family and the outside world? They'd own a business if lying was a job.

"Pete and I almost did it."

Pete blushed dark crimson and looked at Emma with wide eyes. Donald was a big man that could easily take him. Pete looked up at the man, fear evident in his eyes.

"Pete, son, keep it in your pants until at least the third date."

Emma cackled beside him and Pete felt his cheeks heat up. He was lost for words. How could he possibly respond to that?