Let Me Hold You For Now

Hearing The Words

Things were weird that night. They were watching some tv show about haunted places that neither of them cared about. Needless to say, neither of them were paying any attention to the television at all. They were both far too aware of the physical space between them.

"Is this weird?" He finally asked her.

"It's weird." She let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright. Come here." He pulled her into his arms and managed to find a comfortable position to hold her in. She fit so nicely there, like she belonged there. He inhaled the delicate floral scent of her hair and released a contented sigh. "You smell nice."

"Are you sniffing me?" She blushed.

"Just a little." He buried his nose against her neck and sniffed loudly. "What? You don't like it?"

"Zack! It tickles." She squirmed and tried to escape but his arms tightened around her, refusing to let go. "Stop!" She giggled.

"Okay, fine. I should be nice to my prisoner." He gave her a light kiss on the side of her neck and let his mouth linger there. He wanted more. Breaking his own rules, he put another kiss there and tasted her a little. Before he knew it, he was splaying open mouthed kisses down her neck and shoulders, eagerly devouring every bit of skin he could reach with his mouth. He grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her face toward his so he could kiss her properly. She moaned into his mouth and very eagerly reciprocated.

"Ahh... Zack-" she breathed his name and he flipped her underneath him on the couch, possessively covering her body with his own. He wanted to touch her and kiss her everywhere at once. It felt so different from before. They spent the entire day together in public, like normal people. They'd had so much fun that he didn't even get the urge to kill anybody. Now that he'd decided that he was never going to let her go, he didn't feel so guilty about wanting to do anything and everything to keep her for himself.

He cupped her jaw and kissed her with all that dominance that she loved so much. Not that he needed to flex said dominance to keep her there. She was just as invested in their impromptu makeout session as he was. He pressed his leg against her groin and rocked against her, earning a breathy gasp from her pretty little lips. Fuck. She was so cute. He dropped his forehead against her shoulder and groaned in frustration.

"Ray..." he whined. "Remind me why we can't have sex again?" She was quiet underneath him. Dumb question. She'd made it very clear that she was not of the same opinion. Instead, she reached down and slid her hand over his denim clad erection. "Oh... Don't do that," he protested weakly but made absolutely no effort to stop her. He inhaled sharply when she unbuttoned his jeans and slipped her hand inside, rubbing him through his underwear. Holy shit. She was going to make him cum in his pants like a teenage boy. Her soft hand brushed his bare cock through the slit in his boxers and he choked in surprise. "St-stop." He blushed and grabbed her hand.

"Was that not okay? I thought- Sorry..."

"It's fine." He laughed at himself bitterly. "It just..." What was he going to say? It felt really good and I don't really want to embarrass myself by cumming in my pants? "Fuck... Ray, I don't know what I'm doing. I really don't."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm figuring all this out on the way."

"On the way to what?"

"Well... For one thing... Obviously I've wanted to wait until you're a little older."

"Still? Why?"

"Because I'm not like those sick fucks, Ray!"

"Zack? Are you attracted to children?"

"Of fucking course not." He glared at her.