Princess in the hoodie

Chapter 17

!WARNING: HEATED SCENE AHEAD!

Ava's P.O.V

He gently wheeled me up before examining me thurther. Then all of a sudden he pulls me onto his lap, pulling my legs apart. My instant reaction was hell no but then I saw him comparing his hands to my waist. Tracing my face with his eyes and caculating it. Then suddenly his eyes snaps up to mine and a blush arises. He looks down but I tilt his chin up still wanting to see those blue eyes. Needing to see them. Jelkyfishes they're beautiful. He somehow has planted his hand on my neck and tucked in a strand of hair with the other...

He looks at me with lust and I feel the room warm as his lips separate. His eyes lower to my separeated lips already burning with lust and desparation. He looks back up at my eyes but leans closer. I allow his hand to remove my hair from my face and watch as the adrenaline picks up to maximum speed. Oh eagle, there goes my health! His thumb slowly retracts to the side of my face and brushes right below my bottom lip threathing to touch it ...

His eyes follow his thumb as he gently sucks in his lower lip between his teeth trying to block the soft groan from his throat. I watch as his adams apple bobble in his throat and his chest rise quicker. I melted and huffed softly in suffering as he licked his lips. Both his hands has risen to my neck and I feel my pale colarbone burn as his breathes dance across it.

His nose finally touches mine with the slightest bit. Oh my PANDAS! I can't  take this. He first gently nuzzles my nose with his before his other hand trails my arm down to my waist before gripping it. My own hands clutch his biceps. My eyes trail his soft, wet, plum lips below his flushed cheeks. He bites his lip again with only milimeters between his and mine. Nooooo, just kiss me already!

His lip bounces out of his teeth before slowly lowering onto mine. My eyes flutter close as I wait for the impact but instead feel impact right beside my mouth. I groan in his ear in protest and grip his musles harder. He seems to get the message and slowly move his lips to mine ... again. He quickly releases a breath that rolls over my cheeks before laying his lips on mine. Like lightning fire erupted from my face and shot down to the rest of my body.

My hands moved up to his hair flowing through it. His mouth slowly guides my lips in a slow rythm. He slowly rolls his long, slender fingers through my curls while keeping the pace in our kiss. I feel his flush skin radiating from the distance and his lips fighting with themselves. He wants more but he's afraid to push me. So I pull him closer and slowly pick up our slow kiss, seeking for adrenaline. He recieves the message and joins the new found pace.

Not fast but not slow. My hands flow over his scalp softly begining to message it. A soft, lustfull moan erupts from him and he kisses me harder but gently. There's the adrenaline I have been seeking. I feel him tense under my hold but melt as well. The soft nibble on my lower lip delivers the reason for his tense body. I'm not gonna lie, that felt good. Hands down but I don't know what it means.

A soft, confused 'um' retracts from my mouth as we separate for a brief moment. He just chuckles lowly before pulling away and resting his forehead on mine. We have matching grins on our flushed faces. Now I know why everyone likes kissing. His breathes skim my colarbone and neck as his hand on my waist draws patterns.

"What does it mean? The-the nibble?" I breathe out trying my haredest to catch my breath.

"It means that I'm asking permission." He replies huskily.

"Permission for what?" I ask ceriuosly removing my hands from his head and dropping them to his neck.

His smirk sends something off in my body but what scares and intreges me is the playfullness in his eyes.

"You want to find out?" He breathes...

Do I?

"Should I be scared?" I whisper feeling slightly scared.

What if this is more than what I'm ready for? What is this is bigger than both of us? What if this is a mistake that I'll regret? What if this is fake? The last thought made my blood run cold ...

He tilts my chin up towards him and smiles brightly.

"I'd never put you in danger on purpose. If you don't want to you don't have to, okay? I'll only go as far as you allow me." He whispers sweetly.

My heart littarly just melted.

"Okay. Can we maybe just let this all sink in for a bit? I mean I don't want to offened you or something, it's just that this is a huge deal for me so ... uhm ... am I rambling?" I asks as he silently starts to chuckle in the middle of my speech.

"Yeah but you're cute when you ramble." He taps my nose and stands up before pulling me along with him."So, breakfast? I don't remember who won though. My mind kind of got stuk when I uhm ..." I laugh as the blush covers his face completly.

"Yeah, how about we go to the cafe or something? But I'm sure I won and you lost." I say swanging my hips as I walk to my room to change.

I hear him mumble a 'is that so' before a strong force hits my back and I stumble forward losing my balance and crashing into the wall. Damn feet. I slap my face against the cold wall as the rest of my body follows. I first groan and hear a gasp from behind. As I decend my journey down to the floor, I grab something for grip which turns out to be a curtain. The curtain was useless and came down with me. I lay in a very uncomfortable posion with aching face and knees.

"I'M FINE!" I yell as I try to unravle myself from the curtain.

When I throw the curtain off me angrily, Emeail erupts in laughter. He laughed so hard than his entire face became red and vains popped out from anywhere and everywhere. He soon dropped to the ground as tears flew over his cheeks. I couldn't help but laugh at his state. The racoon.

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I giggle as we race to the small cafe door and wrestle for the door knob with goofy grins. People probally think we are crazy but oh well, my face is covered. He has no excuse. I throw my hands up in the air in victory accidently hitting him on the cheeks.

I turn around laughing and apologize over and over again while rubbing his slightly red cheek. He just giggles. His eyes though. Can we just take a moment and admire them? The light flecks resemble a tropical beach with soft waves on the shore. Gosh this boy is pretty.

He takes my hand, spins me around before leading me to a booth next to the window. I giggle as he let's go and littarly slides into the booth. Soon the waitress ckmes. Oh she's fake. Bright ash blonde hair, plastic peachy full lips, diamknd nose piercing and heavy smoky eye make up. Isn't she the girl from the fair?

"Hi, I'm Alison and I'll be-"she stops mid sentence staring at Emeail,"Hey, you are the guy from the fair, aren't you?"

It shocking how much she trusts her shirts buttons threathing to pull apart.

"Uh, yeah." Emeail replies awkwardly and rubs his neck.

"Good to see you again." She places her hands on the table and popusly pushes her breasts out in his face and he looks terrified. "What can I get for you today? We got some mean pancakes." She flirts and inches closer.

Emeail looks down at the table and shifts away from her.

"Uh, yeah thanks. That sounds nice and maybe a glass of oranje juice, please?" He asks nervously looking up at her.

She scribbles on her notepad and I take the oppertunity and ask him silently to order the same for me as well.

"Uh, can we make that two orders, please?" Alison smiles and nod before walking of swaying her hips dramaticly.

"Why?" He whispers nervously to me while running a hand through his hair.

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The Emva has arrived! Comment if I should I make a Beva moment aswell, please?
Was it cute? Idk, this was my first official kissing sescen. Anyway, do you like Alison?

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