prove it - j.g

chapter twenty three: "i trust you"

warning: minor smut

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jack gilinsky

you know when you're in an elevator and you happen to really be focused on it, it seems like it takes so much longer? i was back in the hotel from tonight's show, by myself as the three guys had decided they wanted to go out tonight. they wanted to give vanessa and i some time alone, thankfully.

the ding sounded through the elevator, as i looked up and saw that it was on the correct floor. the doors opened, allowing me to step out as i walked towards the hotel room. tonight, for some reason, i was craving vanessa more than i usually do. we still have yet to do anything, but we talked about it a couple of nights ago and she said she does feel extremely comfortable with me. so maybe tonight is the night that i can get her to do something. if not, i'll accept it and be okay. but it's worth a shot.

my hands stumbled with my wallet as i tried to find the stupid hotel room key, finally unlocking the door and going inside. my eyebrows pulled together when i saw that the room was pitch black. i walk in between the two hotel beds, turning on the lamp that sat on the beside table. looking to my right, i see her cuddled up with a pillow as she her eyes are shut. she was wearing one of my t-shirts, so i guess she was planning on going to sleep. or maybe she's taking a nap.

as i saw she had left a little bit of space on the edge of the bed, i sit down and place my hand lightly on her waist. i rub my hand slowly up and down her waist, causing her to stir in her sleep slightly. as i proceed to lightly massage her side, her eyes flutter, eventually opening.

"what are you doing?" she asks after letting out a small yawn, eyebrows pulled together while her eyes squint from the sudden light from the lamp.

"i have something to talk to you about" i bite my bottom lip, nervous to basically ask her to trust me.

she nods, sitting up and allowing me to sit a little bit more on the bed, "what is it?"

taking a breath, i put my hand on her thigh and look down at it, avoiding eye contact, "do you trust me enough to let me, uh, t-touch–"

she busts out laughing which stopped me from talking, "why are you so nervous to ask me about this?"

i shrug, "i don't want to rush you into anything that you don't want to do."

"jack" she smiles, "you're not rushing me. are you horny? is that why you wanted to wake me up out of my sleep to talk to me about this?"

i shyly nod, shifting my gaze from her eyes back down to my hand that remained placed on her thigh.

she removes her legs from under the sheets and moves her position to closer to me, as she puts her legs underneath her and puts her hands in her lap. she takes one of her hands and lightly moves my face so im looking directky in her eyes.

"i trust you" she whispers, lightly smiling at me assure me.

that was it, those were the three words of resssurance with the smile that meant it all.

"if you get uncomfortable, if it hurts–"

she shuts me up by kissing me, soon pulling away with a smile as she stared me straight in the eyes, "i know you won't intentionally hurt me, but i will tell you if it does."

our lips connected in a kiss once again, vanessa's arms wrapped around my neck as her fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck. she was laying down, essentially pulling me on top of her.

the kiss began to get heated as both of our hands roamed each other's bodies. learned the curves, the muscular areas, the sensitive areas, the sweet areas. my lips trailed down her neck, earning moans from her as i found the sweet stops on her neck.

i was craving her more than i knew at this point, an aching feeling in my stomach. my lips migrate back to her's as her fingers play with the bottom hem of my shirt. 

straddling her waist for a second, i slip my shirt off and hover back over her. her eyes eyed my torso for the few moments she saw it, immediately shutting her eyes again as our lips had reconnected. disconnecting our lips quickly again, i slip off vanessa's shirt that was actually mine, revealing her matching black lingerie set. she looked breathtaking, though it did resemble her body in a bathing suit. nothing i haven't seen before.

her eyes connect with mine, "are you done examining my body that you've already seen before?"

i chuckle, "listen baby, im examining you in a whole new way right now."

"i don't think your friend is allowing you to examine me much longer" she says, referring to a painful area in my lower region that was strained by my jeans.

"you make a fair point."

our lips once again connect, moving in a synchronized motion. i pull away, removing of my pants and my boxers, while vanessa remains in her undergarments.

"that's not fair" i state, staring at her clothed areas.

she smirks with a giggle, "if you're not happy, do something about it then."