It had been a long, long night of drinks, conversations, dances, gazes, glances, laughs and stupidity. In short: fun. How they wished life could be always.
They had gone back home together. None of their friends noticed, and it was better like that, so no one could pry or question, as they, themselves, didn't.
She wore a pretty dress that all her friends complimented. He wore his nicest pants and turtleneck, paired with a silver necklace that matched his sparkling eyes, she noticed under the warm light of her bedroom.
A silly idea came to her mind as she tidied her desk, too silly to say aloud. Even if it was childish, part of it could be played out. A little music never hurt anyone, right? So, she connected her phone to a speaker and played a sweet, slow song they both liked.
He sat on her bed, tapping his foot to the beat, with a soft smile on his face and she leaned against her dresser. They talked a little about the party and how much they had enjoyed themselves until he got up, took her by the hand, and pulled her close, rocking side to side.
How he had known was a mystery, one she did not care to solve in that moment, focused on enjoying the melody and the company, his warmth and the way the way his thumbs rubbed circles on her skin.
They swayed until their feet hurt, then laid on her bed and turned off the lights.
Although it had gotten late, sleep wasn't on their minds. Everything was but sleep, really. They had talked about politics, music, their aspirations, inside jokes, their biggest fears... They talked hours and hours on end, each time inching closer. After it all, silence was left. You could hear the slight shift in the sheets as he caressed her back and the sound of their breaths. They laid tangled in each other, skin on skin, cloth on skin, and cloth on cloth.
In contact. Again. Finally. It was something that they usually feared, that they wouldn't engage in usually, in public especially. Now though, now there wasn't anyone watching, no one to judge. They were free to simply feel, without fear, uncertainty or expectations.
So they laid. At last, in each other's arms, basking in heat and comfort, and the alleviation of the tension that surrounded them.
He was beautiful. The uncovered window still let the moonlight in, and wasn't that a sight to see. The moonlight illuminated some of his forehead, his nose, his cupid's bow and his eyes. His eyes, his sweet gaze that fell upon her face. She wondered how someone could look at her with so much fondness. Though she didn't really understand it, being on the receiving end, she sure did understand giving it.
Though somewhat alleviated, a new tension grew. Her eyes were darker than they'd ever been as she looked up at his. Nearly nothing lit her face, but her eyes remained as bright as always. Was it desire he saw?
A sigh sounded through the room as his hand touched a little harder and a little lower. She pressed her face to his chest and inhaled sharply.
"You smell like laundry detergent."
He furrowed his eyebrows and choked out a laugh.
"I would hope so. It is a freshly washed shirt."
"You also smell like you. You smell really good." Her voice was muffled by his chest.
"Do I?" He asked, amused.
She hummed. "You smell delicious."
"Do you want to taste me, then?" He ran his hand through her hair and she nodded, smiling playfully.
He held her jaw, gently pushing it upwards, and kissed her.
She sighed as she felt the press of his soft lips against hers. They tasted like strawberry chapstick. As much as she would've liked to kiss him for hours on end, he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck and pressed wet kisses there.
She smelled like perfume, and the scent was addicting. He couldn't help but latch his face onto it, breathing the sweet smell in and sucking small bruises.
Her hands travelled slowly from his chest to his hair and grasped it tightly. He groaned into her neck, and bit it playfully, making her gasp.
"You idiot." She whispered weakly, and he laughed, lifting his head from her neck to look her in the eye. He caressed her cheek gently and bit his lip.
"You're just as bad, sweetheart." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "yeet"
