Our Dirty Love

Fourth and only part :)

There was a soft, foreign object ghosting my skin. When my eyes opened, I saw Eliza slowly planting her cherry red lips on my frail face. The nervousness of the situation rendwred me paralyzed. All I could do was stare into those enrapturing ocean-like eyes as they ventured closer and closer to mine. I was mentally beating myself for just sitting there, although I need not make a move for she was already at it.

"Are feeling alright, Ally?" She asked whilst stepping back to get a clearer view of my emotionless self.

That's when it hit me. Reality, I meant. I then saw the ever so adorable girl still resting her head in the crook of my neck. Without a sound, I draped my arm around her to pull her in closer; the feeling of someone you want close being close to you in a close space just made my whole entire year. As creepy as it seemed, I took a good whiff of her hair. Her hair smelt of a fresh flower meadow that had just bloomed in spring.(maybe a little exaggerated, but nothing comes as close) You don't know how much I'm getting off on the fact that this is actually happening.

I decided to take the role Eliza had played in my dream, so I cautiously placed my lips on her porcelain skin, hesitant not to wake her. She tasted of sweet vanilla icecream, if that's even possible for a human, and she felt so unbelievably cold. I don't know what demon possesed me, but I wanted more and my soul was burning with desire. I began kissing her roughly, breathing her scent, then a moan escaped me as I wondered down her neck, worshipping it.

Suddenly she jerked away and looked at me with a intensely puzzled look. I was so dead. My heart was pounding as fast as the rushing waters of Niagra Falls, I started burning with embarassment, and I'm sure my face looked like a strawberry. There was an awkward silence in the air threatening our very relationship.

I cleared it with, "It wasn't my fault." Which was probably the most stupidest thing I could have possibly said, ever.

"What do you mean? You ravished my face? And then you say its 'not your fault'?" It's clear Eliza was plain pissed. I could feel her glare.

Unexpectedly, she said, " I never said I didn't enjoy it.." She turned me from a strawberry to a cherry. The blushies were hitting me so hard.

"You enjoyed it?" I asked.

"You were getting real into it, maybe I shouldn't have stopped you."

"Eliza, you can't be serious. You didn't mind what I was doing?"

She nodded at me then smirked. "I haven't felt something like that" she began, " in years or at all in general."

Ofcourse, being secluded she's never taken action on these feelings. I am so grateful for once in my life. Wait a second. She didn't mind that I'm a girl. This was GirlXGirl action right here and she wasn't bothered. I think this is one whole dream. It's implausible to think Eliza likes me, let alone females.

"So, you liked it?" I asked.

She slowly nodded. But it wasn't slow at all. It was a blur. Everything was a blur. My surroundings just went out of control. The sirens started screaming and the other passengers did too. It took my a second or so to realise we were crashing. I knew this was the end. So I thought I'd atleast go out comfortably.

I closed my eyes shut. I gripped Eliza and held on to her tightly, trying to get as close to her as possible. She kissed me on the forehead as the gravity got stronger. Then it all went silent.

Note: End